CHAPTER 22: FROM BRITIN TO THE AMITYVILLE HORROR

"Are you sure everything is okay, Baby?" Emmett asked. He had walked into the diner to see Justin more than a little agitated by Ethan Gold's presence. "What the fuck was he doing here anyway?"

"I wish to God I knew, Em. He ran into me and Brian the other week around the time I'd comeback from Rochester, I think. I told him then that there was no fucking way we were ever going to get back together. He was with Cody, and frankly, I was glad they found each other. I was kinda hoping Cody would talk some sense into Ethan. Guess, I was wrong there, huh?"

Debbie had come back to the table just then. "You know, Sunshine, if he's a problem I could probably have him banned."

"As much as I relish the thought of never seeing him again, he's still gotta eat. And if memory serves me correctly, he doesn't live too far from here." Justin let out a deep sigh. "No, I just need to tell Brian about it, which is what we agreed on. If I don't with everything else happening around us, he'll freak out and that is the absolute last thing I need, or want right now."

"Wait! What do you mean ‘with everything else going on?' Everything is alright with the two of you, isn't it?" Debbie asked, sincerely.

"Yeah, Deb everything is fine. Brian and I are as tight and committed as we've ever been, and that's not going to change. It's just business, and this weekend, and the Mel and Lindz situation." Justin shrugged. "It's just a lot to deal with all at once, but you know Brian and I. We'll always survive it."

"Yeah, I know you will, Honey. Two things the both of you have is guts and balls. Life is messy. But you both will survive as you've been doing, and that's beautifully." She pinched Justin's cheek like she used to when he was a kid, working at the diner. It almost seemed like a lifetime ago, and the gesture was something he really needed in that moment.

"Aww thanks, Deb. I needed to hear that just now." Picking up his phone, he left Brian a quick voice message, followed up by a more in depth text message while Emmett and Debbie engaged in conversation. "So Emmett, have you come up with anything for this weekend yet?"

Have you decided what you wanted?"

"Since everyone, except a few, are staying over for the whole weekend, I figured we could do the vows just before dinner. So, I would like everyone formally attired. Saturday is mostly for family, business associates and a few of Gus' friends and parents from school. So, it's casual. Really just an indoor house party, especially since it's so close to the holidays. The pool and hot tub will be available, which makes me especially happy that we decided on enclosing it, even before I left for New York. I'm glad Brian followed through with it." He smiled softly, remembering their first trip to Britin even though they held both bitter and sweet memories for him. They planned and redesigned; talked about the future and made love.

"Earth to Baby," Emmett said, "And just what was that look about?"

Shaking himself out of the past, Justin laughed. "Just thinking about the house, and all the changes between then and now. The game rooms and bar downstairs will also be available, as well as the bowling alley. Thank God the house is big enough. By Sunday all who don't live at Britin should be gone by then, except those who Brian and I have a meeting with on Monday morning."

"Avlossa?"

Justin nodded. "Bethany Chambers and Sharlene Brandt, the owners of Avlossa, have a meeting on Thursday and Friday evening with Vanguard. So, it seemed best to have them join the festivities over the weekend. I met them briefly when I was in Rochester last. They reminded me of Mel and Lindz in the early days, when I first met them. Anyway, after that meeting the house will, once again, be an empty nest. Have you received everyone's RSVP?"

Emmett nodded. "First, I really hope you guys land Avlossa. Drewsie is partial, of course, to their mens line while I go back and forth. Their name means ‘Fire Off,' and believe me, their clothes bring the fire and give off much attitude. They're sexy, Orgasmic even, for a fashion guru such as myself, and they can go from the Boardroom to the Ballroom*, without batting an eyelash. We won't even speak about their casual and club gear, Sweetie, or I might go into raptures. Anyway back to your non-nuptials, surprisingly everyone responded almost immediately. For Friday, the count is about twenty-five, but I'll prepare for fifty anyway plus staff. For Saturday, we're looking at about eighty people, but I'll prepare for one hundred and twenty. You never know with these types of gatherings and Sunday the same amount as Friday. Have you and Brian decided what you're wearing?"

Justin laughed. "If you think we're wearing matching white suits, you're sorely mistaken."

"Brian will probably wear his standard Armani tux, which I must admit he looks damn hot in. But what about you, Sweetie?"

"I guess I'll figure it out, right before it happens. Off the top of my head, it will probably be the midnight blue Armani. It holds a special place in my heart, and it's only two years old. But I've only worn it once."

"You're sure it still fits?"

"It should, but why wouldn't it?"

"Now Justin, don't take this the wrong way. But Godiva always used to say she could tell when someone's been riding the top a bit too much lately."

Justin felt his cheeks get hot, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the insinuation. "Well, what can I say, except that Brian is my very favorite stallion." That ushered in a whole new set of laughter from Emmett and Justin.

"Well tell him to put your bottom on the bottom for the remainder of the week, and definitely try the suit on tonight. So that we have time to set the alterations, if necessary."

Justin nodded as he and Emmett took care of other little details. Everything was going to be suave and elegant just as the, for lack of a better term, grooms themselves. It was definitely going to be a celebration no one could forget.

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As Brian parked the car at the courthouse, Lindsey was assailed by memories. Back then, her life was pretty much in shambles, thanks to one ill-advised indiscretion in the form of Sam Auerbach. Brian had warned Lindsey not to tell Melanie when she confided in him about the situation, and the events surrounding the affair. He didn't tell her to lie; just to withhold the truth because in the grand scheme of things, it was irrelevant. Sadly, Sam came to the house to ask Lindsey to run away with him to Milan, and although she told him no, she couldn't deny that the offer was tempting.

But then she remembered that the life she chose was waiting for her on the other side of the door.

Unfortunately, Melanie had witnessed the entire scene, and confronted her the next day before her Lamaze class. Melanie said that although she couldn't hear the words spoken, their body language said everything. Things between them went in a downward spiral from there. Melanie used Lindsey as a verbal punching bag, and Lindsey had started not to care that she was. It took the bombing of Babylon for them to get their shit together, and they had for ten years.

But it was proof that once something is dead, sometimes it's best not to revive it. Lindsey also faced another hard truth in that moment. She would never stop loving Melanie. She just learned to love and value herself more than Melanie. And learning that life lesson a little too late, may cost her Jenny Rebecca.

"Relax, Wendy," Brian said, softly. "I'm right here with you."

"I know, Peter. You've always been." She squeezed his hand tightly, as they walked into the building.

Brian pushed Lindsey forward a bit, as he felt his cell phone vibrate. "Go on, I'll catch up."

Dialing into his voice mail, he skipped over the voice mails from Cynthia and Ted, knowing that he would have to deal with whatever the situation was when he got back to the office anyway. The third message was from Justin, advising him to check his text message for a full accounting of Ethan showing up at the diner. He ended the call by reassuring Brian that he loved him, as he always did. There was no need to doubt Justin's ability to know his own heart anymore. He'd proven it to Brian in more than one way over the years, even in his willingness to let him go before agreeing to stay in the Pitts, and share Brian's life as Justin Taylor-Kinney.

Brian couldn't help but chuckle, and mentally marvel at the way things had changed between them. Touching the ‘close' app on the touch screen, Brian immediately saw the message icon lit and tapped it. The first in the row was Justin's.

Hey, Stud. There are two things you should know: First, I love you. We made an agreement -a vow- to be honest about things which bother us, and so here I am...being completely honest and open. I see no reason to disregard that, even knowing that you won't like what the other thing I have to say is. So here it goes...

The second thing: While I was sitting here at the diner (I'm just now beginning my meeting with Em to set everything up for the weekend), Ethan approached me. I have no idea why, or how he knew I was here. I think it must have been planned, or something because he didn't order anything, which struck me as a little strange. Anyway, he pestered and annoyed me but Deb, Emmett and of course, Mikey walked in while I was trying to get rid of him. The former two were concerned, and rightfully so. Ethan is a persistent pain in my ass. However, Michael didn't say anything. But I know you'll hear about this, so as per OUR agreement sealed with lots of kissing, loads of sex and quite possibly the hottest blow job you've had in your life (your words, not mine), I'm letting you know. No surprises, but most of all NOTHING to be alarmed about. I am exactly where I want to be, but most of all, I'm where I belong. Love you and see you at home!

Brian read the message twice more before moving toward the room, where the hearing was to be held. He was glad that Justin had kept his word, and gave full-disclosure. It wasn't that Brian was worried about him straying. That was their shared past. But he didn't like to hear things that were a surprise to him, especially coming from Michael. He seemed more determined than ever before to split Brian and Justin up. Brian wondered if there would ever come a time when Mikey would realize that his efforts were futile. He heard the quick clacking of high heels behind him, and knew they could only belong to Melanie Marcus. Turning the corner a little more slowly, she stopped short before she ran smack into him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Now geez, Mel is that anyway to treat me after our little talk this morning? I wasn't rude then, and I refuse to be an asshole now. So hello, Mel. May I have a word with you?"

"Brian, I'm going to be late," she began to protest.

"No, you won't. It will only take a minute or five, I promise. And I want to get this said before Michael gets here."

"Michael? What's he got to do with anything?"

"Outside of being Jenny's father, that is my point EXACTLY. But he does so love to interfere." Taking her elbow, he pulled her off to the side where he could keep a watch on the main entrance, but she could focus solely on him. "I have a business proposition for you directly related to our conversation this morning." He laid out his offer to pay her moving and living expenses, along with the tuition for the classes as long as she was willing to move back to Pittsburgh, and be reasonable in regards to visitation for Lindsey, Gus and Jenny.

Melanie was stunned silent briefly, before finding her voice again. "Why would you do that, Brian? Not that I'm not grateful, but what do you want in return?"

"God, haven't you been listening? I want for Lindz, Gus and Jenny to be happy. If this makes you happy in some small way, then so be it although it is not my intention. I'm perfectly fine hating you, but never at the expense of the kids. Think about it for a few, while we get through the hearing. If you need to, talk it over briefly with your attorney. But understand this, the offer is in no way, shape or form coming from Lindsey, but from me and Justin."

"Justin? What's he got to do with it?"

"Melanie, you're a smart woman and able to figure out what some, meaning Michael, has not. Justin and I are not only business partners, but life partners. He's just as financially stable as I am. More importantly, he agrees with the plan I came up with. He and I both want what's best for Gus and Jenny. They are the only two that matter in this. If that means we help you, then again, so be it." He saw Michael, rushing up the hall. "We better get in there, and remember this has to be your decision alone. You can't look to Michael to do what's best for you and your daughter. This has to be good old-fashion, selfish Mel's decision."

Melanie rushed passed him into the conference room, at the same time her attorney arrived. As Brian suggested, she began to lay out his offer and advised that the offer came from Brian as Gus' father, not Lindsey. Meanwhile outside the conference room, he was asked what he was doing there again by Mikey. It took a lot for him to be civil in lieu of Justin's text message. But if there was one thing Jack Kinney had taught him, besides taking punches and surviving beautifully in spite of them, it was to never let the opponent see the hand dealt.

With that in mind, Brian raised his eyebrow, accompanied by his customary smirk and said, "Why Michael, hello to you, too."

Michael smiled back, the tension leaving his shoulders. "Seriously, what are you doing here, Brian? This is a hearing for Jenny's parents."

"I'm well aware of that. But as Gus' father, I have a vested interest in hearing all sides to this. What you all do today affects him, and I have to be ready to answer any questions he may have."

"Really? Like you would actually do that? You're hardly a father, Brian."

Brian mentally took a deep breath, while staring blankly at someone who was supposed to know him so fucking well. Plastering on a smile, he responded. "Actually Michael, I am very much in Gus' life as I am in JR's. If you doubt what I am saying to you, you should probably pay attention to Lindsey's lawyer, who also has the accounting of the child support I pay which, wouldn't you know, covers your daughter, too. You'll be amazed at what you find out during this hearing. Come on, Mikey. I'm going in."

Brian moved passed him, leaving Michael looking dewy-eyed and confused. As he sat next to Lindsey, he gave her an imperceptible nod to let her know that he'd spoken with Melanie, and that the offer is on the table. He watched the tension, once again, leave her body before it ratcheted up again with the entrance of the Court appointed Referee, Miranda Cleaver. Each of the occupants of the room were required to give their names and addresses for the transcript of the hearing. Melanie's attorney and former partner represented both hers and Michael's interests while Bill handled Lindsey's.

When the official questioned Brian's involvement in the case, he plainly stated what he'd told Michael in the hallway. He was allowed to stay, which immediately put Lindsey at ease again. Marty Rabinowitz stated that originally his client was inclined to keep her residence in Toronto. But upon further review, and the offer of assistance from Mr. Kinney, she'd decided that it was in her daughter's best interests to relocate to Pittsburgh the following week. Michael, who had not been informed of the change in circumstances, was the only voice of objection to Melanie's decision.

"I thought you said that you would rather die before you let Brian influence your decision, Mel."

"This is not as cut and dry as all that, Michael. If I move here, we all can be a part of Jenny's life. And like it or not, that includes Brian as he is Gus' father. You'll have your time with her, which should be easier when you're in town and maybe you'll be able to pay more in support, since you won't have to worry about a plane ticket to Canada. Lindsey and Gus can stay connected with her, and I'll be able to get re-licensed to practice law here in Pennsylvania. It's a win-win for all of us, Michael."

"It's not Brian I'm necessarily worried about, but his twink boyfriend's influence over our daughter."

Lindsey chimed in as Brian just looked. "Really, Michael? Justin wouldn't do anything to harm JR, and you know it."

"I know no such thing. Just look what he's done to Brian."

"I'm sorry, what exactly has he done to me, Michael?" Brian couldn't help, but ask the question. For some reason, he just needed to hear the ignorance aloud. My God, I think Justin has turned me into a masochist, since I suddenly crave hearing the pain of stupidity. He mentally chuckled at the thought, before tuning in to the "Dumb Ass Mikey Show."

"...brainwashed you, took from you, and a host of other things that shouldn't be mentioned in here." Great now we have the "Repetitive Dumb Ass Mikey Show."

Before Brian could answer Michael, Melanie chimed in. "Michael, you are being completely unreasonable and judgmental. For the record, Justin has been to our home in Toronto more than you have, and he was always polite and kind to both of the kids. You only see JR once a year, but no one at this table is assassinating your character. Brian actually could, you know, but he hasn't. He has paid thousands in child support, even over what he and Lindsey agreed upon to make up a large part of what you couldn't, or wouldn't do. So yes, I will take him up on his offer because it's what's best for everyone involved. And Justin isn't going anywhere, Michael, so you may as well get used to it."

"I'm her father, and I should get a say about who she can be around." "The Arrogant, Repetitive, Dumb Ass Mikey Show."

"Really, Michael? You have no trouble with Ben being around your daughter. Yet, he poses much more of a danger than Justin does."

"Why is that, Mr. Kinney?" the court referee asked.

"You want to tell her or should I, Mikey? Apparently, you have forgotten one very important lesson about courts and hearings, Michael. No one stays clean, not even you. So since you want to throw dirt, which has nothing to do with the case at large, would you like to tell her?" Brian would never have pushed Michael off the Kinney cliff, except he was asking to be dropped from the highest peak of Mount St. Kinney.

Michael narrowed his eyes at Brian, who sat there expressionless. "My partner is HIV positive and has been for more than ten years. Currently, he is doing well."

"Does Justin ..."

"Taylor. His name is Justin Taylor, ma'am and he is twelve years my junior, which seems to be Mr. Novotny's biggest problem. He and I have been involved since he was seventeen, which is the age of legal consent in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. That's information for the man at the end of the table, who would probably have bought that up next. We were in an on again-off again relationship for the past fifteen years. Ten of those fifteen years was while he was building his career as a successful artist, and now owns several businesses, both with me and apart from me. His record is public knowledge. He has had only two run ins with the law. The first was fifteen years ago, when he was bashed and his attacker got off with community service. The second was five years later, outside his father's electronics store during a peaceful protest against anti-gay legislature. A piece of filth that would have denied each of us rights to even have this meeting. As far as the man himself, he's young, blond, gorgeous with blue eyes, intelligent, in love with me, disease free and has a great ass. So again, Michael, how is Justin a danger to JR?"

Silence. Ah finally the main event of " The Petulant and Churlish, Arrogant and Repetitive Dumb Ass Mikey Show." I knew it would begin sometime.

Referee Cleaver cleared her throat of a distinct chuckle before speaking. "I am familiar with Mr. Taylor's portfolio, Mr. Kinney and I thank you for your candor. As far as this case goes, I think it was generous of you to come up with an amicable solution, which would help Ms. Marcus to provide the best for her child while seeing to her own needs, instead of the other way around. In future, Mr. Novotny, I hope you can put aside whatever unfounded reservations you have, and simply view things from your daughter's standpoint. It is hard enough being bounced between three homes, without the added drama of slanderous accusations. Now, I think it's best that we come up with a schedule that will benefit the three parents."

"If it's all the same to you, Referee Cleaver, perhaps it's best to wait a bit before formalizing a set schedule. With Ms. Marcus' eventual relocation and school registration, it may be near impossible to make it work on such short notice," Lindsey's attorney, Bill Eldridge, spoke up quickly to take the pressure off of his client and Ms. Marcus, who was in the mood to try for a solution.

"Fine, Mr. Eldridge. If Ms.Peterson and Mr. Novotny are inclined to wait, we can reconvene in one month's time. In the meantime, Ms. Marcus, Ms. Peterson and Mr. Novotny, Jenny must be registered for school. Although she is in a home tutoring situation right now, it is still best to get her acclimated to how things work here in Pittsburgh, as I would imagine they work a bit differently than in Toronto. She's already missed a little over a month of school as it is, and then there are the placement tests to get through. Have you decided which address to use?"

Brian said, "If I may make a suggestion to all three parents. Since Gus is attending St. James, although I wish to God he wasn't for obvious reasons, perhaps it's best to use the loft's address until Melanie can get a stable address of her own as the primary parent on file."

"I don't have any objections," Lindsey quickly stated, as did Melanie. They turned to look at Michael, who sat there with his arms folded and vibrating with impotent frustration.

"Yeah. Fine. Whatever," is all he said. The three chose to ignore him from that point on.

It was decided that Jenny would spend the following week with Lindsey, who would start the process of getting J.R. registered, while Melanie returned to Toronto to pack up the house along with taking care of other necessary things in order to make a clean break with Canada. Although things would never be the same as they were between Melanie and Lindsey, they were at least willing to try and be friendly toward each other for the sakes of Gus and Jenny. Michael was still silently fuming, when the hearing adjourned and angrily stomped out into the hallway. By the time the other three emerged from the conference room, they could already see he had reached the main entrance. None called out to stop him.

"I thought you were going to invite him to lunch," Lindsey said.

Brian shook his head. "That was before he insulted me, both out here before the hearing, and then during it. If we didn't have to invite him to the dinner and festivities over the weekend for Deb and Ben's sakes, Justin and I wouldn't."

"Why would you have to, Brian? I'm sure Deb would understand," Melanie said, feeling much lighter than she had in weeks.

Brian sighed deeply, and shook his head. "No, she wouldn't. It's clear that Mikey is pushing for me to make a choice, and I've already made it."

Lindsey leaned in closer to him, giving support without acknowledging it. "We know, Brian and honestly, it's a damn good one. Don't fuck it up."

When they were sure that Michael was on his way wherever he was going, only then did the three of them exit the building.

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No doubt, Michael was fuming all the way to the bus stop, then on the bus and on to pay a visit to his store, Red Cape Comics. The nerve of Brian to compare Ben to Justin. Ben was noble and honorable and decent. He was a mature man, unlike the trick turned permanent pain in the ass, Justin. Ben was perfect, whereas Justin was little better than a prostitute trying to dupe Brian out of everything he'd worked for over the years. A blond bubble-butt trick could never compare in any way, shape or form to Benjamin Bruckner.

Justin should have come with a glaring red sign that flashed WARNING!

In his pique, Michael conveniently forgot that had it not been for said trick, Red Cape Comics would have gone under many, many times over the years. Thanks to the drawings in the notorious, and now classic Rage Comic Books, the residuals received exceeded the revenue bought in by sales five times over, every single month. The funny thing was that Brian had talked Justin into continuing to do the comics for a number of years, even after he left for New York, which resulted in a failed movie deal. But it boosted both Justin and Michael's notoriety as the creators of Rage to the upper echelons of Comic Cons, across the globe. Although Justin never attended, Michael did and still reaped the benefit of mainstream, yet controversial success. It would have also surprised Michael to know that Justin knew all of this, and graciously let Michael continually ride in the tailwind of his own global success, never directly mentioning his work on the comic, but reflecting his infamy onto the writer, noting it was the brainchild and passion of one, Michael Novotny.

As Michael continued to use his mental number two pencil to both, erase and re-write history as he knew it, his blood began to boil for another reason altogether. His husband was currently walking down the street with his old college buddy, Colby and they looked closer than a married man should be. He watched out of the large display window as Colby draped his arm around Ben, while throwing their heads back in laughter. What the fuck is so damn funny? It would have amazed, and maybe even caused Michael to guffaw himself, if he knew that Ben was actually regaling Colby of the tale of Michael and Ben's love story.

Specifically the instances of Michael singing "Ben" by Michael Jackson, and then the later tale of supporters of Prop 14 showing up on their doorstep, and asking Michael to speak to his ‘wife.'

He watched, as still laughing uproariously, Ben and Colby disappeared down the street in the direction of the diner still arm-in-arm, without a care in the world. It never occurred to him to go out there, and insinuate himself into the conversation, so that he may be able to add to their hilarity and possibly even lighten his own mood. Something he wouldn't have hesitated to do if it was Brian and Justin. In fact, he'd always done it with them in order to kill their moods. But instead, he just chose to act as a peeping tom, and draw his own conclusions.

An act that was about to come back to haunt him.

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Surprisingly, Melanie and Lindsey had agreed to have lunch at the diner. Brian had to go back to the office, and both Mel and Lindz thought it was a good time to clear the air between them. Melanie finally accepted the fact that Lindsey was happier with her life as it was. Melanie couldn't deny the hurt, but in lieu of what she shared with Brian that morning, she knew there was no point in trying to tie Lindsey to her anymore. The question now was what to do about Marianne, but that was for a later time.

Right then, it was enough for Mel that she and Lindz were able to indulge in a conversation, without the yelling and hurt feelings.

"So, what do you really think about the way the hearing went?" Lindsey asked her.

"I think it went surprisingly well. Accepting Brian's offer was indeed the right thing to do. I think I had more trouble with the other ‘family business' that surfaced."

Lindsey nodded. "It's sad really. Years of friendship is about to end over a lifetime of unrequited love, and blatant jealousy."

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with Michael. He couldn't change the connection between Brian and Justin then, and he certainly can't change it now. But let me ask you, Lindz, do you think there is any truth to what Michael was saying?"

"About what, specifically?"

"About Justin taking advantage of Brian's money." As Lindsey began to laugh, Melanie was truly puzzled. "What? What did I say?"

When Lindsey finally calmed enough to answer Melanie, she had to dry her eyes before doing so. "I can assure you there is absolutely no truth to Michael's accusations. Justin is a multi-millionaire in his own right. He need never draw again if he doesn't want to, although we all know he will. He does not need, nor want Brian's money. My salary is paid directly from Justin. Brian has absolutely nothing to do with it."

"Seriously, Lindz? I mean, I remember when they were visiting us in Toronto during the time of Justin's show. The way they negotiated right on the spot, talking about joint contracts, and copyrights. But I just thought that Justin had a small business, and Brian was simply throwing work his way. And now you're telling me that Justin has made enough to pay employees without assistance?"

"Absolutely, Mel. True, they own some things together, including the equal share in each other's companies. And the dividends more than exceed whatever the initial investment. But honestly, they are both financially independent of each other. What Justin has managed to accomplish over the past ten years with minimal guidance from Brian, or myself would be considered a miracle if we all didn't know how hard he worked to get there. Even now he works to the point of exhaustion, and it pisses Brian off to no end. Which is also funny, because Justin accuses Brian of doing the same thing. Their entire dynamic is perfectly complimented and balanced. They keep their partnership as lovers separate from their partnership as businessmen. They make the necessary business decisions together, but I think if Brian had to sue Justin, he would and vice versa without hesitation. Those of us who work for them are actually in awe of how they are."

"Lindz, I know you work for Justin. But how do you know all of this? I mean, I know you are his friend and he hired you. But geez, that's a lot to entrust anyone with."

"I'm more than an employee to Justin, Mel. I am his personal assistant. Although there are technically two of us, Amy runs the New York office when Justin is not in residence there. My function is in the same capacity as Cynthia does for Brian, which means we're literally at their backs ready to guard against certain bullshit. Justin really has worked his ass off to be on the same level as Brian. That is what Michael refuses to see. Sure, Brian is still much better off financially. Think of the Outrigger account they were discussing when they were in Canada, and it will give you an idea of just how much. But it has always been Justin's goal to never have Brian's money thrown in his face, or bought up as a source of contention between he and Michael. Did you know that when Brian and Justin were together the first time, it was Justin who made Brian sign a contract, stating that he would pay back every cent of his college tuition that Brian put out for his education?"

"Why? Brian would have done anything for Justin, including pay the damn tuition."

Lindsey nodded again. "Brian tried to offer Justin the money the first time, which is how he ended up working as a go-go boy at Babylon for a time. Justin was determined to do it himself. His father refused to pay for PIFA, even though he would have jumped through hoops for Justin to attend Dartmouth. Anyway, Justin finally relented, but not without that contract between the two of them in place. Then when the whole Ethan episode happened, Justin tried to break the contract. But Brian told him 'a deal's a deal,' and once again, Justin relented. It wasn't like we all thought initially. I only know most of it because when Brian and Justin broke up, he went to ask his dad for the loan. He had completed his first semester at PIFA with honors, despite the consistent issue with his hand. But his father still refused, and tried to force Dartmouth on him again.

"Thanks to Daph, I found out that he was going to the Registrar's office the following day to ask for an extension, or to drop out. So I called Brian, and told him the situation. It turns out that Brian had already filled out the check and was about to mail it when we called. So that business arrangement was the first of many between Brian and Justin, and it has always been the case. And Justin has honored and cleared every single loan, even though Brian objected vehemently. Justin and Brian have always been able to separate business from pleasure. Michael is just seeing what Michael wants to see as he always has, especially where Justin is concerned."

"It's almost like he wants- no, needs- Brian to be the Stud of Liberty Avenue. What I can't understand is why," Melanie said, shaking her head.

"He needs Brian to remain isolated, so that in his mind Michael can believe that Brian is waiting for him."

"What? Lindz, that's sick," Melanie said, laughing.

"Unfortunately, it is also true. In Michael's mind, as long as Brian is free and clear, there will always be a chance that Brian will love him the way he loves Justin, especially because of Ben's situation. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure he loves Ben, but in his mind, it's nothing compared to what he feels for Brian."

They both grew silent for a time before Melanie broke it. "I miss talking with you, Lindz."

"Me too," Lindsey answered, softly.

"You think we could become friends again? I mean, like we used to be?"

"Anything's possible, Mel. Anything is possible."

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On the other side of the diner, the two women had no idea they were under scrutiny by the occupants closest to the luncheon counter. "Well this could be a good sign. They haven't killed each other, or caused World War III," Debbie said to Emmett, who in turn looked at Ben. Colby sat silently observing the body language of the two women engrossed in conversation, and oblivious to the blatant stare of his companions. He'd always been good at reading people, so it was a natural thing for him to do.

"You would think after twenty years together, they could get through anything," Emmett said.

Ben nodded. "It's funny how life works sometimes. The ones with the most seemingly perfect relationship are actually the ones with the most problems."

"Speaking from experience, Son-in-law?" Debbie asked. "Where is Michael anyway? We know the hearing is over, because the girls are here."

"I know it's about the time he takes inventory. So he's more than likely at the store," Ben answered. "But as far as I'm concerned, Michael and I are fine."

Colby guffawed then to the amazement of everyone at the table. "If you don't get that husband of yours under control, friend, you'll be singing what those two chicks are singing."

At Ben's incredulous look, Emmett agreed. "It's true, Ben, honey." Then Emmett told Ben of the conversation between Carl and Michael that morning. Michael was unhappy with what was said, and needed someone to talk to. Then they walked in to see Justin being pestered by Ethan, and Michael left shortly after, to go to the hearing. "I honestly agree with everything Carl said, because it's what we've all, including you, have said to him."

Ben looked to Debbie, who brushed an imaginary speck of dust from her apron. "Debbie, what are your thoughts?"

"I don't have any."

Ben laughed. "The day you don't have a thought is the day I stop reading books, and we know that's not going to happen. You can be honest with me, Deb. I'm a big boy."

Debbie looked at each of the faces at the table, stopping at Colby. His kind eyes encouraged her to say what was on her mind. "Although Carl was harsh, he was absolutely right in what he said. I couldn't defend Michael, or find fault with anything other than Carl's tone. He yelled at him, but not without good reason. Honestly, Ben honey, if we don't find a way to make him understand that Brian and Justin are a forever kind of deal, he is going to self-destruct."

"The question is how do you stop a freight train without brakes, and already on a collision course with another train?" Colby asked.

"Well Superman, that's what you have to figure out." Emmett said, reaching across the table to touch Ben's hand in support.

Ben suddenly felt like doing something he hadn't done in many years...  He needed a smoke.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Justin emerged from the studio in search of food. He had worked a number of hours on a commission that was due to ship the day before he could spend the weekend in, sort of, wedded bliss. The painting originally had to be shipped from New York, and it had taken a number of weeks just to reorder the design based on the fact that the customer kept adding onto the order. He'd finally told his client, a well-known CEO of a Fortune 500 company, that he was not doing anymore add on pieces to the mural already done for his office space. It was one of the few times over the years, he'd had to do that. One of the other times was Brett Keller, who was trying to take advantage of their former friendship, as far as that goes in Hollywood anyway.

He really loved his career, but then there were times....

Arriving in the kitchen, he was surprised to find Anita, and a face he would have recognized blind since it looked just like his father's. "Gus-Gus, what are you doing here?" Justin asked, approaching him to give a good squeeze.

"Just kinda wanted to see you, Jus-Jus," he said, smiling. "Besides, do I really need a reason to stop by?"

"Well, I don't know. You're a teenager, which means you're usually embarrassed to admit that you actually have parents, let alone coming to see them."

Gus laughed. It was true of most of his friends, but not him. He'd always loved hanging out with his father and Justin. "Well, I need some advice."

"You sure I can't offer you money, instead," Justin said, half-joking. It wasn't long ago that he was a teenager, but it had been long enough in the past for him to forget the angst of being on the cusp of adulthood.

"You can certainly offer me money, and I would happily take it. But seriously, Justin, I need to talk to someone. Mom and Dad won't do for this one."

Justin nodded. Due to long years of familiarity, he had in fact been like a second father to Gus, while still keeping the approachable vibe. And truthfully at fifteen, Gus had fewer problems than Justin had at that age. And for that he was grateful. "You hungry?"

Gus beamed at him. "I could always eat. I'm a growing boy."

That made Justin laugh, and immediately dispelled his reservations. "Anita, could you make us some grill cheese sandwiches, please?"

Anita, the housekeeper, stood there watching the exchange with a soft look in her eyes. She had been around part-time during Brian and Justin's non-relationship years, and was beyond happy that they were making things official in their own way. Consequently, she also remembered the night Brian and Justin met, and the subsequent mess she'd had to clean up due to strong ‘E' and the youthful exuberance Justin had inspired in her employer. Seeing Justin and Gus together, after all the years of separation between Brian and Justin, was not only amazing but gratifying. She had roundly cursed Brian out about drinking to excess to dull the pain of not having Justin with him in Britin after their meet-up in Toronto.

Sitting on the stools in front of the counter, Justin broke the ice. "So what's going on, Gus-Gus? Everything alright at school?"

"Oddly enough, school has been great. I thought it would be hard getting settled here, but it was fine. Some of the kids remembered me, which was kind of unbelievable and they were really interested in my life in Toronto. Mr. McCafferey, my Guidance Counselor said that my SAT scores from last year were good enough to land me some scholarships for academics. Soccer is going well. There were some scouts there last game and Hockey and Lacrosse seasons are coming up. I'm glad Mom and Mama let me skip those grades when we were up north. It put me ahead of schedule."

Justin nodded, happy to hear things were going in a positive direction for the son of his heart. It wasn't likely he would have one of his own, so Gus was it for him. " Your dad and I are very proud of you. I remember when your moms called him about the first grade skip. That took a lot of hard work on your part, but then to have a second and pass with honors was fantastic. I'll never know why you're one of those kids, who actually like studying. I guess Lindz and Brian rubbed off on you in one of the best ways, since both were also scholars. So what else is happening? Prom's coming up."

"That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about, Jus-Jus. I don't know who to take. You see the problem is...how do I say this?"

"You spit it out." Justin laughed. "I don't think there is anything you could say that might shock me. Hell, there shouldn't be any more shock value left for you. You have two gay dads and lesbian moms, what's left?"

"I think I'm bi."

Justin took a sip of his juice. When he spoke he was very calm. "Okay, so why do you think that?"

"The thing is I like Gary and Carmela in the same way, but for different reasons."

"Well, that's life in general. You mean you want to have sex with both of them?" Gus nodded in agreement. "Okay, so let's take a few pages from your dad's book and one from mine."

Anita brought their sandwiches. "I'm going to the market, Justin. Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"Just some more water for the fridge in the studio. I didn't realize I was out until I went to grab a bottle. It was part of the reason I came down." He thanked her as she made her way out the door. "Do you still draw, Gus?"

His eyes lit up. "All the time, Justin. It's a compulsion that I can't stop."

Justin laughed. "Believe me. I understand. With that in mind, I want you to do me a favor. Look behind the counter and see if I left some art supplies back there." At Gus' puzzled look, he laughed again. "Don't look at me like that. You look too much like Brian, when you give me the blank stare."

"What can I say? I am my father's son." Sliding off the stool, he did as Justin told him. Sure enough, there was a sketch pad, colored pencils and charcoal on the lower shelf of the counter-space.

Justin had learned many years ago to put them in every room of his house. He carried the same habit to Britin, and it was also an extra dig at Brian since he was borderline-OCD about neatness. He knew it drove Brian crazy, but he would never begrudge Justin the habit. It also provided a sense of irony, since watching Justin sketch always had a calming effect on Brian. So did blow jobs, but those weren't always convenient or conducive to forming coherent thoughts, let alone speaking.

"So while we talk, I want you to draw them," Justin said.

"And this will help how?"

"We'll answer that, after we're done. In the meantime, I'm curious to see how much your skill has developed. So this exercise has added benefits. Tell me about Gary, first."

"Where do I start?"

"C'mon, Gus. Tell me about him. What does he look like?"

As Gus began to draw, Justin could see the little frown lines in Gus' forehead, and the focus of his hazel eyes as he sketched out the facial features of Gary Brandt. Well-spaced eyes and Gus added the sparkle he said Gary always seemed to have in his gray eyes. He was blond haired and wore his hair in short curls, but the were soft and had a bit of a wave to them. His nose was long, reminiscent of Norman-Welsh descent, and thick eyebrows. Full sensual lips, a lot like Justin's.

Gus continued to draw as he described his body. Swimmer's build, reminiscent of Brian and Gus' body type, muscular arms which were much stronger than the looked, long well-proportioned legs, big hands and a bubble-butt. Gus had drawn him in his soccer gear. Gus then layered the picture with facets of Gary's personality. The slight laugh lines at the corners of his mouth, which would only deepen as he aged, He also had a twin set of elongated dimples. He smudged the lines around his eyes giving him a mysterious, and edgy look which Gary could display when he wanted.

They moved on to Carmela Kelly. As Gus began drawing, again Justin noted the frown lines and focus of eyes so much like his dad's. But there was a subtle difference this time. They were more green than brown, which with the Kinney men indicated a spike in emotion, be it anger or intense pleasure. Justin kept that thought to himself as Carmela came to life.

Cafe-au-lait complexion, kind and innocent eyes with a bit of an oriental slant and long lashes. Cute button nose, full and sensual lips. In the picture, Gus drew her dark hair with auburn highlights straightened, but he explained that she would wet it and wear it curly from time to time, or if she was running late and didn't have time to blow dry it that morning. He concentrated a bit more when sketching her decolletage area. Justin almost laughed aloud when he got to the full breast and tiny waist, which flared out into wide hips with a butt to match.

Her hands were delicate, with long fingers. She was a concert pianist, and an artist according to Gus, but she was also one helluva volleyball player. She had long legs, and from what Gus verbalized was just a bit shorter than he was. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on Gus' forehead as he added little odd characteristics to the sketch like the little almost imperceptible mole that graced her upper lip, and the one slightly larger at the corner of her left eye. She had what most would call a determined little chin, which indicated a hint of stubbornness and dominance, even if she didn't know it yet.

He added the smattering of freckles dotted, gracefully, across her skin. He returned to her eyes to smudge and give the mysterious look. But there was also an all-knowing element in the eyes, reflected back at Justin and Gus as they studied the two pictures side by side.

Justin knew which one he thought Gus should ask, but he wanted to know a bit more before giving any advice. "So Gus-Gus, how did you feel drawing them out? Did you have the same feeling as you put them on paper, or were there subtle differences?"

Brian walked into the house, at that moment, forestalling Gus' answer. He ruffled his son's hair and hugged him briefly. When he got to Justin, he leaned in for a long sip of the lips he'd needed to taste, since getting out of the hearing. Brian could feel the stress of his altercation, draining from him as he heard Gus' clearing his throat.

"Hey you two, remember there is an impressionable kid in the room watching you swap spit. Other than that carry on," Gus said, causing Justin and Brian to laugh while separating.

"Point well taken, Sonny Boy. What are you guys doing?" He grabbed up the sketches, beaming a little at the budding talent showing from Gus. He could see touches of Justin's tutelage over the years as well as both Justin's and his mom's attention to detail. Gus had major potential to flourish in art, if that's what he chose to do.

"Well Brian, Gus came to visit today for a very specific reason. Why don't you go on grab a quick shower and change, then meet us in the family room." Justin smiled brightly at both him and Gus, causing a few alarm bells in the former.

"No one's pregnant, are they?"

"Dad-"

"Brian, seriously?"

"Just checking," Brian defended. "We've had the whole safe sex talk awhile ago, so I'm not completely worried. But as your father, I'm not completely at ease either."

"It's bound to happen someday, Dad."

Brian let out a deep sigh of relief, noting his son's choice of words. "I know. Just give me another few decades, okay?"

"Dad, you know you're still as silly as when I was a kid."

"You're still a kid, you know. In my eyes, you always will be since I refuse to grow old."

Gus got up to hug him, before pushing him toward the stairs to get more comfortable. Justin and Gus engaged in other conversation, while Brian was busy shedding Business Brian in favor of Less Business Brian. It was a running joke within the family, because he could never fully detach from work. Anita, who had returned from the store advised that dinner would be ready by seven and served them another round of iced tea. Brian returned in record time to know what was going on with Gus.

He settled himself on the sofa next to Justin, while Gus moved to the overstuffed arm chair opposite his two dads. Outwardly, he was genuinely happy that Gus still felt comfortable to go to Justin with his issues. But secretly, he was a little jealous because he wasn't there for the beginning of the conversation, and had to be brought up to speed. He had to admit having Gus indulge his talent for art was an ingenious way of getting to the root of his problem. Brian always admired Justin's talent for that reason, and was always happy to know that he could read between the brush strokes to find out what Justin was thinking subconsciously as he painted.

In a lot of ways, Justin's work acted as Brian's GPS to navigate through the ups and downs of their history.

"So Sonny Boy, which do you like better in this arena? Let me just inform you, that it's okay to like pussy and it's okay to like dick, just not at the same time."

Justin shook his head, and Gus just laughed. Brian was never one for putting life's situations in riddles, and that was to the good for Gus. Even though Justin did a great job putting him at ease to talk about the confusion he was feeling, his father's ready acceptance meant the world to Gus. "Well Dad, that's the problem. I don't know."

"Okay, Gus let's get back to the drawings," Brian said. "Justin always told me that artists feel things on a subconscious level. It's almost like a trance when they're painting, and it's much like writers and composers describe their experiences. I imagine it's a lot like I am when I'm creating a concept for a campaign. So how did you feel while drawing Gary?"

"I felt like if given the chance, I could really like Gary. He's smart and fun and we have a lot in common."

"But?"

"But the connection is different with Carmela. My relationship with her is like Jus-Jus and Aunt Daphne. But I feel a very different...I don't know- something- with her."

"Is it like what you would imagine your dad and I feel for each other, Gus?" Justin asked, secretly hoping that he was correct.

Carmela really did remind him of Daphne, but it was more than that. Based on the picture Gus drew, she would always challenge Gus to be better, and to do better while cheering him on. Much like Justin had been to Brian and vice versa. When Gus nodded, Justin mentally cheered. He had noted the fine sheen of sweat when he was drawing Carmela, and it wasn't born from exertion.

It was pure attraction. Completely raw. Untapped, yet untamed. Primal. Gus may like a man in the future, but right then, it was all centered on Carmela Kelly.

"So now, what do I do?" Gus asked nervously.

"Has Gary made a move on you?" Justin asked.

Gus shook his head. "No, but I know he wants to."

"Oh? How do you know?" Brian was genuinely curious.

"First, I'm a man so I know what desire looks like from another man. Secondly, I'm your son. That's enough said on that subject. Thirdly, my gaydar and heterodar, if there is such a thing, works in equal measure. So yeah, I know they are both interested."

Justin laughed. He sure was Brian's kid, equipped with sarcasm, and just enough borderline arrogance to even stun the Stud of Liberty Avenue to momentary silence. The beauty of it was that Brian and Gus looked so much alike, and wore the same sardonic expressions that they basically provided a mirror for the other.

"So, Smart ass Extraordinaire, what are you going to do? The one thing I will say, is be honest. You can evade the truth, or answer questions only when directly asked. But never, ever lie. The only exception to that is if they make you lie, because they can't see beyond their own truth. But that mostly applies to homophobic heteros, and is not applicable here. The bottom line is that you like them both, but Carmela attracts you in an instinctual way. Now you have to decide whether you like to fuck, or get fucked. There is a difference, and based on the vibe I got from the picture of Carmela, it is a question you'll be expected to know sooner rather than later."

"What do you mean?" Gus was generally puzzled, so Justin explained.

"It means a girl like Carmela, even though she may not realize it yet, is what we would call a dominant, or a domme, for a female. It will take a man emotionally stronger than her to gain her respect and trust. Consequently, it will also take a keen intelligence to keep it. It does not mean that he would be abusive, or mean to her. She would never tolerate such a person. If the look of her is correct, that behavior will earn some man a direct jab in the nose and possibly a few other broken body parts. She may look delicate, but I'm willing to bet last year's tax return that she can defend herself." Justin smiled, thinking that the picture Gus drew reminded him more and more of Daphne.

As if Brian read Justin's thoughts, Brian said, "She's a lot like Daph, which is probably why you feel such a strong connection to her, Gus. People often mistake her kindness for weakness, too and that was always a big mistake. Daphne is one of the most emotionally intelligent people I know, but she also has a mean right hook." Brian rubbed his arm, causing Justin to laugh.

Justin contined, " And important thing to note about Carmela's personality, Gus. For some misguided reason, people tend to think the connotation of dominant only extends to the bedroom, but never outside of it. True, some prefer to leave that particular role in the bedroom. However, there is a select group of the population, who function the same way in their everyday lives as well. Brian is one of those people with a dominant personality. Although it is a hardwired trait, it can be fine tuned and tweaked over time. They can learn to compromise, but they won't do it unless it is something they want to do. Having and maintaining control of themselves, and thereby everything else around them, is the biggest part of their world. It's the key which keeps them driven to be the best. That being said, every now and then they meet their match in control and determination, but who also provides balance and stability."

"Is that where you fit in, Jus-Jus?" Gus asked, clearly fascinated with this knew information.

Yes, and it's the reason Brian and I work and function as a unit the way we do. I'm his person, because I don't let Brian get away with shit, or hide from me. I challenge him on every possible level, which holds his interests. I can be argumentative, but I'd rather just make him think most of the time and vice versa. It's too soon to tell if you're her balance. And honestly, you shouldn't think or worry about that now. It took your father many years to get to the point where he and I are. You're too young for that, and both of you have a whole lot of life to live before you'll discover who your match is."

"In the meantime, Sonny boy, have fun with her, and learn as much as you can about human nature while doing it," Brian said. "Every person who comes into, or through your life is meant to teach you something, be it good or bad. So pay attention. The good news is that you already have a measure of her respect, because you are intelligent which believe it or not is what's keeping her enthralled."

"That right, Gus-Gus. Good looks will only take you so far with an intelligent person before they begin to look for stimulation elsewhere. It's why I'm still with Brian," Justin added.

"Wait? I'm not attractive anymore?" Brian asked laughing, earning him a quick swat and laugh from his lover.

"You're a stud and you know it, Brian. But honestly, if you were stupid our meeting under the street lamp all those years ago would have ended right there. I could never be attracted to a man without an intelligent mind. I find your brain the most sexy thing about you."

Brian smiled, remembering the events of the night Gus was born. He nudged Justin's shoulder. "We didn't have much conversation the night we met. But likewise, Sunshine. And other than the fact that Justin has a great ass, he's right, Gus. Justin and I would have ended a long time ago. You have to have something beyond sex to hold on to, Sonny boy. Justin, even at seventeen, had wisdom and knowledge in areas that your Uncle Michael did not. Now that's not to say that he's stupid before you get the wrong impression, but there were things that I would need to hash out regarding business that Michael would have listened to, but not understood because his interests lie in another direction. Although Justin didn't have an interest in graduating with a business degree, he still had an innate ability to see the bottom line, a working knowledge of what a contract should entail and learned tricks of the trade to now successfully operate his own businesses. Given all that and the same drive and determination to see his goals come to fruition, Justin is the best fit for someone like me who has the same motivation. And no, it doesn't hurt that he's goddamn gorgeous with an ass to match." Brian winked and both Justin and Gus chuckled before he grew serious again. "To give you something you can relate to, let's take the SAT for example. A perfect score on that test is 1600, right?" When Gus nodded for confirmation, Brian continued. "Justin scored 1500 on his."

"I got 1490 on mine, which is a good score. What did you get on yours, Dad?"

"I can't remember, but it was high enough that my academic scholarship was assured. My soccer scholarship was separate." Brian evaded the truth a bit. His SAT score was 1580, but he wouldn't tell Justin that because he would feel compelled to explain why he still remembered it all these years later. It was one of his truly proud moments, because it meant that he could escape the Hell Hotel, otherwise known as the Kinney household, without asking for a dime, or looking back. "So you see why I couldn't be with someone with the IQ of a feather duster? I liked having Justin around because, contrary to popular opinion, we didn't just have sex. We talked about business, and the stock market amongst other things that affected our lives and the people in it. I needed someone like that and still do although it took me awhile to admit it even to myself. It also helps that we hash out concepts for campaigns and he gets my vision. If there is a problem within the art department, or if the concept won't work on paper, Justin isn't afraid to tell me and offer a suggestion or eight thousand of them. We have a true partnership, and we drive each other to make the other better. Even though every person is smart in their own way in something, I still could never do what I do and be with someone who is intellectually challenged in this area."

"I think I understand, Dad. So how do I ask her out?"

"Tell you what, invite her and her parents to the reception on Saturday. It's a social setting and very casual, so you'll have room to breathe without Gary being in your space and technically, you can consider it a first date of sorts," Brian said, and Justin agreed.

"Okay. I'm going to call her right now. Thanks Dad and Jus-Jus."

They watched him jet off through the house. "Good job, Dad," Justin said.

"Then why am I suddenly depressed?"

Justin looked at him and mentally chuckled. He knew what Brian was thinking, but it would be amusing to hear it anyway. "So what's wrong, Brian?"

"I'm old."

Justin couldn't contain the laughter anymore. "You are not old. You're just older than me. I still see you as the hottest man ever to suck me off. When I look at you, I also see the man I have spent the better part of my life loving beyond all reason. He also happens to be my addiction for which I never want a cure and everything right in my world."

"Aw that's sweet, Sunshine."

"What can I say? I'm naturally sweet, and you old man have your sweet moments, too."

"Shh...don't tell anyone that," Brian whispered, playfully. "I much prefer being looked at like an asshole. People expect less."

"Don't worry, Lover, your secret is safe with me." Justin moved over on the sofa, until he was straddling Brian, staring into his eyes before leaning in and kissing the sensual lips which haunted his dreams for the many nights during their separation.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Lindsey followed Melanie to the hotel, where she and Jenny Rebecca were staying. She couldn't believe how relieved, and thankful she felt that Melanie had decided put past differences with Brian aside, taking him up on his offer. Despite Michael's behavior, Lindsey was hopeful that everything would work itself out, ultimately creating less stress for the children. Based on the time of day, Melanie informed Lindsey that their daughter would be keeping up with her swim schedule. They found her by the hotel's heated indoor pool.

Melanie called out to her, but she didn't answer. Based on the string hanging off of Jenny's swimsuit, Lindsey could guess that the waterproof Ipod Brian sent her for Christmas, was being put to good use. Jenny finally brought herself up out of the water. Lindsey noticed the subtle changes in Jenny's physique. She was stronger, leaner and taller.

Lindsey and Melanie smiled at each other, when their daughter finally registered that she wasn't exactly alone. Lindz was gratified, seeing Jenny's face light up once her vision came back to normal from the tint on the blue-lensed goggles. She would never admit how she was nervous, having been away from JR for so many weeks. But the bright smile the little girl bestowed on both her moms, allayed any misgivings Lindsey had. For Melanie's part, she was just relieved. Jenny had given her a fit at every turn, barely acknowledging her or speaking in a monotone voice. She stood to the side as Jenny launched herself at Lindsey. Tears of happiness flowing between the two, until Lindsey found her voice.

"Go get your things, darling. Your mama and I have some news I think you'll be interested in," Lindsey said.

"Where's Gus? Shouldn't he hear it, too?"

"He will later, Jenny, I promise. He said he was going to his Dad's house after practice, which means he should just about be there by now."

Jenny gathered all of her swim gear, opting to take her shower when she got up to the room. Melanie and Lindsey rode the elevator with her in silence, but smiled again at each other, sure that this was the right thing to do for all of them.

"Now what's going on, moms?" Jenny asked, as she shook out her towel, placing it on the radiator by the window for future use.

"You're sure you don't want to have your shower first, so that you're not itchy from the chlorine?" Melanie asked, already suspecting what her headstrong daughter would say, but needing to try anyway.

"I'll peel my skin off, if I have to. What's going on? I know the hearing was this afternoon. Can we stay in Pittsburgh? I don't want to go back."

"Well lucky for you, JR, you don't have to," Lindsey answered, smiling although the little girl looked as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Lindsey almost chuckled aloud. He may not be related by blood to Jenny, but she definitely carried some of Gus,' and thereby Brian's mannerisms with her.

"Listen, Honey," Melanie said, kneeling to Jenny's height. "Your Mommy and I are still getting a divorce, but that's not going to affect you because you will get to see her and Gus all the time. I have to go away for about a week. But when I come back, we'll get to do a little house shopping."

"You mean it?" Jenny asked, still holding herself apart.

Lindsey could only imagine how much it affected Mel that she hadn't received the same exuberant greeting, as Lindsey did, upon seeing JR. Especially, since Jenny's response was the mirror image of Melanie's whenever she felt wronged in some way. She imagined that Mel was finally beginning to see just how strong her own genes were within their daughter. Brian always remarked 'The Marcus is strong with this one,' in reference to JR's inbred audacity. She almost chuckled aloud at the thought.

"I most certainly do, Jenny. We're moving back here to Pittsburgh." Melanie almost cried when Jenny threw herself into her arms. It was the most physical contact she'd had with her daughter prior to Lindsey leaving.

"Wait, Mama, if you're going to Canada, will I get to stay with Mommy and Gussie? Or do I have to stay with Michael and Uncle Ben?"

"So far, you get to stay with Lindsey and Gus. You know if you slip up, and call your father anything other than Daddy, he's going to have a fit, JR."

"If he acted more like a Daddy the way Uncle Brian does, I would call him ‘Dad' all the time. But since he doesn't, I call him by his name when he isn't around."

Melanie looked at Lindsey, who immediately found something interesting on the ceiling. "You know, you're not slick or helping, Lindz." She couldn't help but laugh, and agree with their daughter about Michael.

"Okay, Jenny, we'll let you have your truth when it is just us. But you have to be respectful to him. Agreed?" Lindsey asked.

"Agreed. I'll be cordial so he can't complain, loudly to Grandma." Jenny rolled her eyes, causing her moms to laugh again. "So Moms, when do we blow this Popsicle stand. The only thing I'll miss about this hotel is the pool. But I am ready to go."

"How about we go tomorrow sometime to see where you will be living, when you're not staying with your dad."

"You mean I actually have to stay with him, too?" Jenny groaned, and rolled her eyes heavenward, something she'd seen both her moms do frequently.

The Moms suppressed a laugh, silently agreeing with her. But as adults, they had to show diplomacy. "It's only fair, Jenny. We all share in the responsibility of taking care of you. So that means occasionally, you have to go over there too," Lindsey said, much to Melanie's relief. "So tomorrow, I'll give you a tour of my house. Then Friday and Saturday, we have to be at Uncle Brian's. And on Sunday, your Mama goes back to Canada for a brief time. Okay?"

Jenny grinned, "Agreed!"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Two nights later, Daphne and Troy laid on the couch, watching Netflix. Per the usual, they were eating popcorn and debating the finer points of who actually won the race up the hill. "I didn't cheat, Troy. I just used the built in short people advantage."

He laughed at that. "You really are something else, Daphne. But I like it. So since it was a tie, what do you suppose we do about it?"

"Considering we'll probably have the same result as we did on Monday, I say we call it a draw and we compromise."

"You still haven't told me what you wanted if you won, so..."

"I'm not calling that in until I decide, but I can give you an option as far as the real date goes. Brian and Justin are having a commitment ceremony on Friday night, with the party lasting the whole weekend. So since you have off this weekend, why not come with me?"

"As your date?"

"I'll leave that up to you. But I know Brian and Justin wouldn't mind you being there, especially since Friday, it's just going to be family and close friends. They happen to think you're one of the good guys. I have no idea where they got that impression." She laughed, when he bumped her shoulder. Being with Troy like that was becoming easier and easier for her. She was happy she had a true friend in him, whether it turned into more, or not.

"Fine. What should I wear?"

"If I know Brian and Justin, it's going to be at least, somewhat high end. Brian is a total label queen, and he makes sure that Justin ventures passed the GAP. At least, some of the time. So, at the very least, wear something cocktail partyish."

"This should be fun," he said, grinning like a fool.

"What exactly?" Daphne couldn't help being attracted, but she was also a little leery of what that smile meant. She knew that the ever-so-serious, Chief of Surgery Dr. Bradley, was very different from the practical joker, with a wicked sense of humor, sitting on her couch in sweats, a wife-beater and barefoot.

Ironically, she couldn't decide which one she liked better.

"Do you realize that since I've known you, I haven't seen you in a dress once? I would like to see that, since it would be a complete change from how we usually see each other."

What he asked for wasn't that unreasonable to most. But since she'd spent all of high school in skirts, due to the dress code of St. James Academy, they were the least favorite thing in her closet. "Tell you what. I will go in a dress, but I reserve the right to carry a pantsuit just in case." She explained why, and was pleased to note that he laughed, but didn't ridicule her as Steven had done.

He held out his hand. "Deal?"

"Deal." She took his hand, and was surprised when he pulled her closer, capturing her lips before she had a chance to think or protest.

What started off as a chaste kiss, quickly escalated to a mind blowing, tongue-tangoing and toe-curling exchange. Daphne found herself struggling to get closer, practically crawling in his lap as his arms closed around her. Her breath hitched, as his hands tangled in her hair, bringing her even closer, and holding her head prisoner for his oral assault. There was no doubt her senses were addled as she finally heard the doorbell, and her phone ringing at the same time. She pulled back abruptly, staring into his eyes, wondering what the hell happened.

And why the hell she wanted it to keep happening, like NOW! 

She looked closely at him, pleased and fearful that he was just as affected by the kiss as she was. Just as she was about to push herself off the couch to finally answer the door or the phone or both, Justin walked into the living room.

"Oh hey, I just assumed you were..." He stopped short, noticing Troy was sitting on the couch with a deer in headlights expression. "You know what...nevermind. I can just-"

"No! Don't," Daphne said, hastily. "Yeah. What did you want?"

Justin folded his lips under to keep from laughing at the two of them. They were like naughty high school kids, who got caught fucking under the bleachers, while indulging in a bad trip from damaged E. "It's fine. Emmett just needed another colander, and I was coming to high jack yours, rather than have him drive back out to his place tonight, only to come back. So..."

More awkward silence...

Justin couldn't resist the opportunity to say what he thought, which is the same thing Brian had already told Daphne. "I'm going to go into the kitchen now, and get what I came for. Please fuck already. You two are... I don't even have words at this point, for the two of you. Perhaps, if you just go ahead and do it, these little awkward, jittery moments will stop. Just wait until I leave, cause hetero sex isn't my thing." With that he chuckled on the way to her kitchen, collecting the colander quickly, and made his way back to the front door. "Good night, children. Play nice. Play safe, and have fun. I'll see you both on Friday." He patted Daphne's head, as she swatted his hand.

"I hate you, you know," she muttered, when he leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek.

"You're friends with me and Brian for a reason, Daph. Deep down, you're one of us. Keep that in mind."

"What? A gay man?" Daphne and Justin burst out laughing.

"You wish. But it is time for you to expose that inner freak. Let that bitch out! For the record, Brian and I wouldn't have hesitated, riding on the salami express. So get your ass in there, and jump on him."

"Call you tomorrow," she called out, as he got into his car. As she looked back over at Troy, she got that tingly feeling again she'd had only moments before.

"You okay?" he asked, as she sat down next to him. The concern in his eyes was sincere, and almost fearful.

"I'm fine, Troy. No worries. In fact, I'd like to do it again."

He didn't hesitate, taking her face into his hands, before capturing her eyes as he lowered his head. They both jolted when his lips, finally made contact with her lips again. An action that felt so fucking right.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

John Townsend was in trouble. He would never know what possessed him to join a group of known homophobes, instead of just keeping his dislike of all things gay to himself. He was perfectly happy with his decision, until it was discovered that the one person John loved in all the world, was a closet case. He couldn't even begin to describe the panic that had risen in him when the list of targets presented to him gave the name of his brother, Peter. Sexuality was nothing ever openly discussed with their grandmother, Joan and their mother, Claire except to constantly repeat that their selfish and narcissistic uncle Brian, was on a fast track to hell because he was a homosexual.

Although it was what John was taught as early as he knew what a dick was, he couldn't see his sweet-natured brother meeting the same fate as his uncle.

"Come on, Petey. We gotta keep moving," John encouraged Peter.

Somehow the group thought it was a good idea to enter Babylon, a known gay club which just happened to be owned by Uncle Brian, to target Peter. Unfortunately, Peter was never much of a drinker. So, a gin and juice coupled with a known date rape drug that had been slipped into his drink, had John worried that not only would they get caught, but they would also end up dead. Peter would have been too easy a target for the torture the Knights of Liberty had planned for him. John waited until the guys went to dance, while the drug took effect.

He'd managed to whisk Peter away before his legs gave out. But now that they had, John and his brother were sitting ducks, unless they could make it to Brian's house or office, whichever came first. Readjusting Peter's arm over his shoulder, then getting an extra grip on his pants, John moved as quickly as he could. Between Pete's nearly dead weight, and going go through the back alleys on his way to find Brian, it seemed like the worse idea possible. But I have to find him for Petey's sake. To John's ,imd, even if Brian didn't want to help him, it was okay as long as he took care of Peter.

Admittedly, their relationship with their uncle died years ago, when John had accused Brian of molesting him. It wasn't true, but Brian had caught John stealing from him, and he was pissed about it. Instead of owning up to it, admitting that he was wrong, John took a page out of his grandmother and mother's book, citing that all fags should go to jail, then burn in hell. He was sorry that his change of heart had come too late, and it may cost him in unimaginable ways. Peter was the only person, who ever cared about him, he had to save him by any means he could.

The Knights were not only dangerous, but the people they answered to were downright vicious.

As they passed the diner, John almost panicked when the door opened. But he was immediately relieved when he saw the loud, red-haired lady he remembered from years ago, when he last visited with his uncle. He admitted he wasn't nice then, but he didn't have time to rehash old news. So he took the biggest gamble of his life in calling out to her by name, in the hopes that she would remember him.

"Hey! Watch it," Debbie called out, as John and Peter bumped into her. Raising her head, she said. "That boy looks like he needs a doctor."

"No. No, please Miss Debbie, I can't take him to the hospital."

"How do you know my name? I don't know you." Debbie searched his face.

John debated on whether to tell her who he was. The last time they saw each other, it wasn't under the best circumstances. She was with Brian's boyfriend, and a cop. John couldn't remember his name, but if she was still in touch with him... Meanwhile, Peter was moaning as if in pain.

From what John knew of rophynol, it was very possible that Peter felt as if he was dying. Especially, because of years of conditioning from the quasi-parental figures, Peter wasn't a big eater. His moans, coupled with the danger they were in, decided John. He would do anything to save his brother, even if that meant swallowing his fucking pride and accepting her disdain. "Miss Debbie, I know you probably don't remember me. And that could be a good thing in your eyes right now. But I need to get to my uncle Brian. Peter is really sick, and we need his help."

"Brian? Brian Kinney?" Her eyes widened. "Oh my God, you're Joan's grandson, John, aren't you?"

John nodded and dropped his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt ashamed about anything. But this was certainly one of those times. "I am. Please, Miss Debbie, I'm begging you. Call Uncle Brian. I would, but I don't have his number."

"Wouldn't you rather have me call Claire, or your grandmother? Brian doesn't live in town anymore, and it could take awhile to get back here. But first, let's get him inside."

"NO!" John shook his head, violently. "This is the first place they will look. And please, please do NOT call Claire and Joan. They will do nothing, but bring misery to both Peter and me."

"Look, John. Let's just get Peter inside the diner. We'll keep him out of sight long enough for me to make the calls. But make no mistake, I expect answers. You got it?"

He nodded, relieved that she was willing to help him, in whatever way possible. Debbie and John settled Peter on the cot in the back office, usually reserved for the overnight staff. John lightly kissed his brother's feverish forehead, urging him not to fall asleep. Now that they weren't damn near running for their lives, the impulse to drift off would be greater for Peter. He listened intently to Debbie's side of the conversation.

"...Jennifer, hey it's Deb. I know it's late and I'm sorry for it. But could you come down to the diner. I have a little bit of a problem that needs fixing pronto."

"...I'll explain when you get here, although neither Brian nor Justin are going to be too happy. But I need you to take a look at this for us to have a good way to approach it. The bottom line is we are going to need Justin's help to get through to Brian."

"Okay. I'll see you in about twenty minutes."

"Who's Jennifer? She isn't a cop, is she?" John asked, panicked and preparing to gather Peter up to make a run for it.

"Calm down, John. Take a deep breath. Jennifer is, for all intents and purposes, your uncle's Mother-in-Love, since Justin and Brian aren't legally married."

"Okay, but why call her? What has she got to do with anything?"

"Sweetheart, she's your best hope of getting Brian to agree to help you. What you did all those years ago, really hurt him, although he would never admit it. Joan and Claire were bad enough as was your grandfather for many years before he died. But you accusing him of that, was worse than all the physical and emotional abuse he endured because of them." John lowered his eyes, knowing in his heart that she was right. Debbie continued. "So do you want to tell me what the fuck you were doing, practically carrying, and half dragging your brother down the street?"

John knew that he had to tell her something. He couldn't divulge all of the information to her because it wouldn't only put her at risk, but him, even more than what he was already. "I'm a part of this group that hates gays. I didn't think anything of it at the time, because I thought it was right. I mean, growing up with mom and grandmother didn't exactly make for a very liberal and tolerant environment."

"Well, I can't argue with you there," Debbie agreed, before encouraging him to continue.

"The way the group works is that they do intel on those perceived to be gay, and arrange for...I guess you can call it a redirection, of sorts. Anyway, I was at the meeting earlier tonight when they were handing out information for the next ‘target.'"

"You mean Peter-"

John nodded. "Yes. My brother was the next target. I didn't even know he was gay, until a few hours ago. It was just something we never talked about, especially within our household. He was at Babylon and had gotten a drink. One of the guys approached him like he was interested. Babylon is the gay night-"

"I know what it is. I also know that your Uncle and his partner, Justin, own it. Why would you let them create that kind of trouble?"

"They don't know that I'm related to Uncle Brian. And truthfully, I would have been happy not to tell them. There's no love lost between he and I. He hates me."

"Brian doesn't hate you, John. In any event, you knew to seek him out for help."

"Yeah. Some help he's going to give me, if you have to involve his boytoy's mother."

Debbie shook her head. He really didn't know his uncle at all. But that was another thing, which could be laid at the door of Joan and Claire Kinney. "So how did you manage to get Peter out of there?"

"Once the guy struck up a conversation with Peter to distract him, and the other man slipped a date rape drug into Pete's drink, they moved off to the dance floor to wait for the drug to take effect. I grabbed Peter and snuck out, while their heads were turned, and now here we are. The drug didn't start to take effect until he was out in the night air, which helped speed up the process of getting him super high. The pure oxygen works as an accelerator, at that point. But I couldn't just leave him there."

"So what happens with this drug?"

John thought back to what he'd learned about it. Contrary to many people's belief, he was actually intelligent, and was good in school, not that his family noticed. Peter was much smarter, and attended college on scholarship. Whereas John decided that university wasn't for him, he was saving to go to a trade school. Claire and Joan hadn't supported his or Peter's decisions, but they decided to take a page out of Brian's book and do what they wanted regardless.

"The drug usually takes about a half an hour to take effect. It is known for being a paralyzing drug, in which the person can see and hear everything that is going on around them, but unable to move their limbs to stop any danger to themselves. It can be ingested by pill, or dissolved in a drink, which is what they did to Peter. Also it can be injected, which they would have done later until they were finished torturing him."

Debbie was shocked and mortified at what she was hearing. "And you're proud to have been a part of this...group?"

"Look, Ms. Debbie, I won't tell you that I didn't have a few laughs, or engage in some of the tortures. I did. But I would never allow anything to happen to Peter. I couldn't bear it if anything did, especially if I was able to prevent it in some way. He endured the same living hell that I did. Part of the reason I was so angry at Uncle Brian was because he got out, and stayed gone. Even now, I can't understand why he never came to rescue us."

"That's something you're eventually going to have to ask him yourself, John. You may be surprised by the answer."

John was saved from responding by a delicate, blonde lady, rushing through the door of the back room. From what he remembered of his uncle's lover, there was no doubt that the lady was related to Justin. "Debbie what was so important that I had to rush over here?"

"Calm down, Jennifer. Sorry to have scared you. I want you to meet Brian's nephews. They are the reason I called you. John, I would like you to meet Justin's mother."

John shook her hand, and she was moved by the look in the young man's eyes. Desperation mixed with fear. "My brother is in trouble, and I- I need Uncle Brian's help."

"Well, why haven't you asked him yet?" She asked, genuinely confused.

Debbie chimed in before John had a chance to explain, noting his relief. "There hasn't been much love lost between the two.Their history is long and varied. But I can tell you a lot of his views have changed, mostly because of the young man lying on the cot over there. John is, or was, a homophobe until he found out his little brother, Peter, is gay." She went on to explain about the surface issues of Brian's history with Jack, Joan and Claire Kinney, also detailing how Peter and John figure into that situation. "So you see Jennifer, without Justin's help to convince Brian to take this on..."

Jennifer looked at the two faces, pleading for her help. Then at the young man, writhing and sweating on the small cot in the room. Picking up her cell phone, she dialed Brian directly. He may be able to tell the rest of them no, but she'd be damned if she would let him tell her that.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ironically the topic of their conversation and his partner were still awake, and having fun with tickle torture and a camera. Even though they weren't formally getting married, the commitment ceremony was equally important to them. And as per Brian, it deserved no less than their best effort. For someone vehemently opposed to the institution of marriage, he was determined to make the biggest statement about their future together. Go figure!

Usually when Brian wanted pictures of Justin, he had to sneak them. He did it often in the morning, or when Justin was zoning out while sketching, or painting. He'd already had one of the first pictures they'd ever taken together blown up to billboard size. It was the one at the GLC, on the night of Justin's art debut in Pittsburgh, some fifteen years ago. It would serve as one of the first touchstones to catalog their lives together.

He was planning a special surprise for Justin, and he needed some shots. But, of course, his blond was making it difficult. Brian didn't have huge sentimental moments often, preferring to make the most of moments, instead. But when he did, he would go to any lengths to make them happen, including straddling his favorite bottom, fully clothed and enduring a massive hard-on, while his man tried to buck him off. If Brian had his way, a few of those shots would make it into his collection of moments, as well.

But those wouldn't be seen by anyone but the two of them.

"Hey it's only fair, I get pics of you since you're always drawing my cock or me, or me and my cock," Brian said, while jabbing Justin in his side, causing another round of giggles in which he snapped three photos in quick succession.

Justin struggled even harder, which was difficult without the use of his arms and hands. They were effectively pinned under Brian's legs. Otherwise, Justin would certainly be retaliating. Brian reached out to tweak a long lock of blond hair, which covered Justin's beautiful blue eyes. He usually kept it back in a ponytail until bed, so it was a rare pleasure for Brian to see it hanging long, while Justin was fully clothed.

The sudden and slight hitch in Justin's breath, caught Brian's attention, awakening the predator in him. All the writhing the younger man did underneath Brian, must have aroused the sleeping beast in his partner as well. Brian gently laid down the camera and slid his body down Justin's. He watched his lover's pupils dilate, as he moved into position on top of him. Taking Justin's hands in his, he entwined their fingers together, while his eyes continued to devour Justin.

He'd always loved how responsive Justin was to his touch. Even the simple act of holding hands, would bring Justin such pleasure, and arouse him. It did the same for Brian, too. But only with Justin.

"So Mr. Kinney, what do you want tonight?"

A slow smile curved Brian's lips, before he answered. "I think I want to watch you get off on me, Mr. Taylor-Kinney."

"Ah- you trust me to ride you again, after how we ended up the last time?" That question caused a new round of laughter for both of them.

"Well I know your ass has fully recovered from your round at the Kinney Rodeo Show. But keep in mind, after the ceremony, I expect to get laid quite a bit."

"Is that so?"

"It is," Brian said, leaning in for a long draught from Justin's plush lips.

He ran his tongue over Justin's lush bottom lip, coaxing and begging for entry. Justin complied eager for it. But Brian held still at first, allowing their breaths to mingle a moment. It reminded him of their first kiss. Brian lightly licked the corner of Justin's mouth, before swooping in to claim what's been his all along.

Brian couldn't help thinking of how that special boy had grown into this irreplaceable man. And now he was his- all his, point blank and the period. Brian ran his tongue over every surface of Justin's mouth, unable and unwilling to get enough. He swallowed the moans, and whimpers emitting from the man who was his partner in every way imaginable. Justin grew wilder with every second that passed, and Brian cursed clothes in that second because in order to remove them, he had to stop kissing Justin.

"Justin, what is your phone doing in your pocket? It's vibrating against my dick and I would rather that be you," Brian said, as he continued the assault on Justin's senses.

"My. Phone. Is. On. The. Dresser, Brian. Yours is not." Justin moved his lips around to the spot just over his jugular vein, which he knew drove Brian nuts. Sucking the skin into his mouth briefly, but not enough to leave a mark, he was gratified to hear the moan escape Brian. He continued sucking and licking Brian in the same spot, as he fumbled for his phone.

"Kinney." Brian answered, on the back end of a slight moan. Justin was working his magic and being Business Brian was definitely the furthest thing from his mind.

"Sorry to interrupt Brian," Jennifer said, decidedly uncomfortable but amused at the same time. "I need you and Justin to come to the diner, immediately. We have a situation, and it requires your presence."

Brian halted Justin's progress as he worked his way down to his collarbone. "Everything alright? Is Debbie-"

"Debbie is fine, Brian. I promise you. But there is another...I just need you to come, okay?"

"We'll be there in a half hour, Mother Taylor. You're sure, she's okay?"

Once Jennifer mentioned she was at the diner, Brian couldn't stop the sudden spike in fear that jabbed at his heart. He remembered some years ago when Debbie had collapsed from exhaustion. He never wanted to feel that way again in reference to Deb. Even though he would probably never tell anyone, she was one of the most important people in his life. If anything happened to her...

He hung up the phone, giving Justin an abbreviated version of the short phone call, and a long kiss of promise for later. He and Justin were out the door, and into the car in a matter of minutes. The drive into Pittsburgh was uneventful, and they arrived just after midnight. A few patrons straggled in behind Justin and Brian, as they made their way over to their favorite booth. His two moms were waiting for him, for that is how he thought of both Debbie and Jennifer.

Neither were afraid to call Brian on his bullshit, or interfere in his life whatever the cost to themselves. They surely made up for his lack of mother in the form of Joan Kinney. Jennifer reached over to take Brian's free hand, while Justin held the other. Debbie gave him a reassuring look, which put him at ease somewhat. "Well what's going on that I had to get off of my very handsome playmate, without getting off?" Brian asked, with his usual bravado and his signature smirk.

"We brought you here for two reasons. I asked Justin along because I know you two make important decisions together, and this can't wait as it involves John and Peter as well as Babylon." Brian stiffened at the mention of his nephews, and Jennifer stroked the hand she was still holding."

"What has the spawn of Satan done this time? And what's Peter got to do with anything? He was never the trouble maker John was, but..." Brian sighed. "What's going on, Jennifer?"

Debbie chimed in. "Look, Brian, I know firsthand there isn't a whole lot of love between you and John. But in this case, he really needs your help. And believe it or not, you need his, too. So cut the shit, and just listen to what he says. He's in the back with Peter. Can you do that?"

"No! The last time I had any dealing with John, could have very well made me someone's bitch in prison from his lies. How can you even think I could listen to anything he has to say? We're leaving." Brian moved to do just that when Jennifer told him to sit down in the sternest voice he'd ever heard her use. Even Justin snapped to attention with that tone, which was rare since he rarely flinched when Brian yelled.

"You're not leaving, Brian. This is too important, and besides that, they are your family. You, of all people, know that they are just as much a victim of your mother and sister as you were. Abuse is abuse, no matter the form it takes. I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think it was important, or needed to be addressed right now. So you will go back there with me and Debbie, and you will listen to what John has to say. Am I clear?"

Although there was a mutinous expression in his eyes, and he could feel Justin's slight tremor from suppressed laughter at his expense, he reluctantly agreed. The four of them entered the break room where John sat by Peter, talking softly to him. The drug had Peter in its grip, and he couldn't move anymore.

"What the hell are you doing here, John?" Brian couldn't take his eyes off of Peter. He got a pretty good inclination from the look of the young man what the situation might be. But he held his silence.

"Uncle Brian, thanks for coming." John took a deep breath, pulling himself together. "Peter and I are in trouble. Especially Peter. I never would have reached out to you if it weren't for him, but I didn't know where else to go. As long as you help him, you don't have to speak to me, if you don't want to." John couldn't stop the rush of words, or the sudden burst of emotion pouring from him.

Brian watched as Jennifer and Debbie went to comfort John, while Peter just laid on the cot, conscious but barely breathing. Justin blinked twice. He had a good idea of what was going on, but he needed confirmation. "John, what did Peter take?" Justin asked.

"He didn't take anything, it was what he was given."

"Rophynol? The date rape drug? Peter can hear everything, but can't move." Justin said. John nodded.

Brian looked at Justin with wide eyes. "What the actual fuck? How do you know its effects, Justin? And John, you'd better start talking."

Justin just looked back at Brian. Later. Brian nodded in confirmation that he'd received the silently given message. John told them everything he'd spoken to Debbie. The young man was clearly distressed, and although Brian didn't want to feel for him, for them, he couldn't stop himself.

He knew firsthand, what Joan and Claire were capable of in mentally beating down the Kinney men, especially Joan. She had done nothing to stop Jack's abuse of his person, except crawl between the pages of her bible and hide inside the bottom of her bottle of vodka. She turned a blind eye, time and again, as long as it kept Jack from hitting her and Claire. He was supposed to take it, and not be affected by it, no matter how bruised, bloodied and broken his body became. His mother would tell Claire that Brian was meant to suffer the cause of Christ because he was a man and a gay man at that.

No matter how dominant his personality, or intelligent his brain was, he was still bound for hell according to the gospel of Jack and Joan Kinney. To know that Peter may have endured the same fate had Jack been alive was unnerving. And it angered him that because of the blood-related bigots, both John and Peter had gotten themselves into something they can't handle. Had gotten themselves into something they shouldn't have to handle. By the time John finished his tale and was pleading with Brian for his forgiveness, Brian felt wetness, he wasn't even aware of, sliding down his cheek.

He wiped his face quickly. "Debbie, is Carl still in town?" At her affirmative nod, he continued. "John, I want you to tell former Detective Horvath everything you just told me, so that he can relate it to his contacts within Pittsburgh P.D."

John shook his head. "I can't, Uncle Brian. They will kill me. They'll kill Petey, and I can't let that happen."

"No one is going to kill you, or your brother. If you want my help, this is the price of it. There is a lot more to this than you can possibly imagine. Justin, I need you to call Tony and get his ass here now. If they managed to infiltrate Babylon, even passed the security we have in place, we're about to enter into a shit storm."

Justin took out his cell phone and dialed. While he was taking care of that side of the business, Jennifer walked over to him. "Will you forgive me for being to vague and demanding, Brian?"

He took her hand and kissed it. "It's okay, Mom." At her sharp intake of breath and the quick tears appearing, he smiled gently. "Debbie couldn't have even done what you did in getting me to listen. If what I suspect is true, Jen, this is about more than waging a war on the homos. Even though John, Peter and I don't share the same last name, it doesn't take a lot of digging to find out that we're related. This was also personal."

She nodded. "I thought it might be, which is why I couldn't let this wait. They not only targeted your business, but your family, one of which is gay. So what's next?"

"We continue with business as usual. Justin and I get married...without getting married," he said smiling, which caused her to laugh. "From there, Justin and I work on securing our future and that of those we care about. With John's veiled reference to the people the Knights answer to, I can well imagine Stockwell and Hobbs are mixed up in there somewhere. They wouldn't have been able to get away with so much, without someone in law enforcement turning a blind eye. And that includes the cold case of the bombing. If we don't find out who's behind this soon, Justin and I will be fucked royally and without lube."

"It's amazing how you work anal sex into every conversation, Brian," Debbie said, coming over. "So, you're really going to help them. I'm proud of you, Kiddo."

"Aw thanks, Ma. I need a huge favor from you though. Everything you've heard tonight, I need you not to say anything to anyone. Of course Ted, Emmett and Colby have to be told what's going on. Even Drew has to know, because it's directly related to Justin and my business interests."

"You mean specifically, don't tell Michael," Debbie said, sadly.

Brian nodded. "He and I aren't on the best of terms right now." He deliberately didn't tell her about their altercation at the restaurant, or about the one at the hearing. Although, he suspected she already knew about it. Michael always ran to her when there was a problem, but he was glad she didn't blame him for their problems as Debbie was wont to do.

"Now, you listen to me. I think what you are doing for my granddaughter in getting Melanie settled is a great thing. Whether my son agrees with it or not, doesn't mean a fucking thing in the grand scheme of it all. It was a smart thing to do. But most importantly, it was the right thing to do." She playfully slapped his cheek, and threw her arms around his neck.

"Tony's on his way over, Brian," Justin said. "What are we going to do with them? They can't stay here in Pittsburgh."

"They're going to stay with us, for the time being," Brian said, before he turned to look at John, who was sitting by Peter watching him to make sure he stayed awake. "I know Peter has school, John. But what have you been doing with yourself?"

John shrugged. "I've been taking odd jobs here and there, trying to save for trade school. Mom and Grandmother don't know that I've been doing that. They've been pressuring me to go work at the mill, but I don't want to."

"So what do you want to do?" Brian asked, genuinely curious.

"Originally, I wanted to fix cars and motorcycles. But I discovered, I like detailing them more."

Brian nodded. "Interesting. You any good?"

"I'd like to think so." John smiled. "At least, on the computer I am. I designed a graphics program to work on."

"Wait... you designed a graphics program?" Justin chimed in.

"Yeah. I couldn't find one that did what I wanted it to do. It didn't have the design patterns, or colors I wanted to use. So I created one."

Justin and Brian looked at each other. "Where's the program now? I'd like to see it when we get home." Justin asked.

"Home?"

"Yeah, John. If it's okay with you and Peter, we'd like you both to stay with us. At least, until this all blows over."

"The loft is too small for all of us, Justin."

"We haven't lived at the loft for awhile now. Although we still stay there, from time to time. We live on the Pennsylvania/ West Virginia border. It's a little out of the way, but a lot safer than where you've probably have been living."

John nodded, and his relief was palpable. He was dreading going back to Travis Murphy's apartment, considering everything that happened regarding Peter. He reached for his keys, showing Justin the six flash drives. "The program is on the blue one. I don't trust leaving things on the hard drives, and I haven't had time nor money to patent the idea. But it works."

"What's on the rest of the flash drives?" Brian asked, amazed at the conversation. Debbie and Jennifer were also very interested.

"Other programs I've tinkered around with that aren't quite perfected yet."

"So let me ask you something, John. If you do this as a hobby, why not go to college so you can get paid for it?"

John shrugged. "I didn't get a scholarship, like Peter. And besides, Mom and Grandmother expected me to graduate, and begin working immediately. By me doing that, it kept them off of Peter's case when he got the scholarship. If I didn't, they would have made him give it up. Peter is too brilliant to have to do that."

His answer reminded Brian of why he left, and never looked back. Jack and Joan had tried to get Brian to do the same thing. When he refused, Jack broke three of his ribs. Brian covered it up, so that his soccer scholarship couldn't be revoked because of his injuries. He remembered playing through the pain, and also blowing the doctor when he was rushed to emergency after a game.

Just so that he would keep the secret.

Brian would have done anything not to have return to the Hell House, and that included using sex when he had to. It, and other situations that helped in Brian's continued defection from the Kinney nightmare, was a significant part of the past Brian wouldn't speak about. Brian was brought back to the present by the arrival of Tony in the company of Everett, who was the head of security for Kinnetik. Carl Horvath followed close behind, immediately walking over to stand beside Debbie. At Brian's questioning look and John's clear unease, Justin shrugged.

"I figured it was best to have this relayed now so that John and Peter can be involved as little as possible later. It's bad enough that he will probably have to tell this story again soon. But if I can help it, he won't anytime in the near future," Justin reassured Brian, John, and Peter. Brian pulled him in for a quick, but heated kiss in gratitude. If anyone understood what it was costing him to listen to this, Justin did.

***

No one within the room knew Justin was reliving his own nightmare, through Peter's experience. It was taken everything in him to keep calm, and just focus on the business at hand for the time being. He had been in a similar situation with the date rape drug, only it involved an overamorous classmate, whose advances Justin had overlooked because he was still fervently involved with Brian. If Daphne hadn't arrived home when she did, Justin would have been raped, repeatedly by two people that sought to crush Justin in unimaginable ways. It was then, Justin asked Brian to not see him as often, and they settled on seeing each other for two weeks every two years.

Brian would have taken one look at Justin, seen the panic attacks, and relived the nightmares as Justin had, dark remnants and specters from both the bashing and the new situation.

He couldn't do that to Brian again. Justin couldn't stand to be touched for a long time after that, often wondering if he would ever crave Brian's again. He'd taken out a restraining order, and switched his class schedule in addition to quitting his job at the Museum of Modern Art. He and Daphne moved three times during the first two years, until she finally put her foot down and told him that he wasn't going to continue running. She went with him to his therapy sessions and held his hand at night until he could fall asleep.

Daphne even arranged her schedule to fit his, so that he wouldn't be alone until he was ready to be. It was much like what Brian had done the first time he was attacked. He knew Brian had suspected something was wrong, and was determined to come to New York to see him. But Justin would tell him he was busy with work. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either.

He'd managed to get showings in Toronto, Los Angeles and of course, New York. Those served to build Justin's career rapidly. It was the only thing Justin could do that wouldn't cause abject horror. Art had literally kept him sane. When Justin and Brian finally met up for the first time after the incident, it was in Venice, Italy.

Brian was there, meeting with his first international client, while Justin was doing his first overseas commission, for the same company. It was also the first of  many business collaborations occurred, with them on more equal footing. Until seeing Peter sprawled out on the cot, Justin had never planned to tell Brian about the incident, leading up to Italy. But he knew he had to. Justin figured it was better he find out from him than someone else, which was another reason he had no objection to John and Peter staying with them.

Peter was going to need all the support he could get. Not just for being accidentally-on-purpose outed, but because of the trust issues he was bound to have after the drug wore off. 

Shifting back to the present, Justin listened as John told his story again. Peter was trying his best to stir from the effects of the drug, but only had minimal movement at best. The good thing was that it shouldn't be long, until full use of his faculties would return. The only problem would be the short-term memory loss. For Justin, it was easy to identify his would-be attacker because he remembered making the study date, and all of the events leading up to him taking the fateful drink.

Also, he'd known Sean for awhile prior to the attempt. The question would be how much could Peter remember to identify attackers. Carl wrote down information as he would have if he was still working, advising that he would pass the information on to the new police commissioner who he considered a personal and personable friend. Brian gave orders for Tony to pull the surveillance tapes from the entrance, and over the bar to see if they could spot the guys John identified. Or at the very least, who slipped the drug in Peter's drink.

They all knew that it may not have been the supplier of the drug, but it would be a start.

John, in turn, told them that he didn't know some of the guys, or how many there were. He only rolled with a certain few, and had yet to meet everyone. Everett was advised to bring Cynthia and Ted up to speed, as it could have direct bearing on the answer of who was launching an attack against Brian and Justin. The impromptu meeting adjourned, Jennifer went over to John and hugged him, advising that she would gather some clothes and supplies and bring them to the house the next day along with two suits. Since they were staying at Brian and Justin's, they would definitely be attending the dinner party, and would be considered her guests.

Brian and Justin knew better than to argue with her. Both of them agreed that they would inform Emmett, Drew, Daphne and Lindsey, since they would have contact with all of them sooner than if they were coming back to the Pitts. They all left the diner via the back door to avoid the crowd in the front. Again, John was relieved and thankful to everyone, but especially Debbie and Jennifer. Without them, he knew Brian wouldn't have been available to listen and ultimately help them.

Everett and Tony helped get Peter into Justin's car, asking if Brian needed them to follow him home. He advised them that Drew and Emmett were spending the night at Britin, so they would be able to care for both of the guys. Then he advised that he would be in touch with both of them, first thing in the morning.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Lindsey checked in on Gus as well as Melanie and Jenny, before making her way down to the kitchen. She smiled to herself, acknowledging that having Melanie in the house the past few days had been a good thing. No, they would never get back together. But it reminded Lindsey of old times, before they had children, when were friends first, and foremost. She was pleased with herself that she was grown up enough to invite Melanie to stay at her house, instead of using the rest of the money in the account for hotel fees.

Gus and Jenny were thrilled to be reunited, and fell asleep rewatching Independence Day, a favorite of both of theirs.

Colby came into the house as Lindsey was pulling turkey, cheese, lettuce and mayo out of the fridge, and laid it on the counter. She opted not to turn on the overhead lights, working by the open fridge instead. 

"Want a sandwich?" she asked cordially, and by way of greeting.

He nodded. "Yeah. Thanks. I haven't had a chance to eat yet."

"Not surprising, considering the amount of tapping I hear whenever you're home. Any closer to getting the new program and encryption ready?" She took in his appearance, and immediately knew he went for a run. She noticed he did that a lot, especially when he was under pressure.

"I'm getting closer, but it's tough trying to play beat the clock with a bunch of unknowns. It needs to be just right, so that their accounts are unprotected for the least amount of time. They also need a few firewalls and fail-safes incorporated, so that this doesn't happen again." He reached into the open refrigerator, pulling out the apple juice. Shifting passed Lindsey, he grabbed two glasses and poured.

"Well if anyone can get it done, you can. I'll just be glad when it's over, and things can get back to normal." She clinked her glass with his, and took a long draught of the cool liquid.

"I agree. I'm all for subterfuge. Keeps life interesting, after all. But this shit is too much."

"Language," Lindsey automatically corrected, but Colby laughed.

"Like you haven't said much worse. I've heard you on the phone with your ex. By the way, how's that going?"

Lindsey swallowed a bit of her sandwich, as she contemplated his question. She took another small sip, before answering. "You know... surprisingly well. We haven't argued, and it's almost like when she and I first met. We became good friends, largely due to Brian constantly pushing us together. It was in subtle little ways, at first. He would take me somewhere, and miraculously remember he had someone to do. Melanie would be there, and he'd ask her to take me home."

"Sounds like he's always been a good friend to you."

"He has been. He still is. What he's doing for Melanie, the kids and I is no short of amazing. But then he is often like that. Perhaps that's why I couldn't let the friendship go, no matter how much it pissed Melanie off."

"Did she have a reason to be jealous?" Colby couldn't hide his curiosity.

"I suppose in a way, she did. There were times they would argue and trade insults over the dumbest things, and I would side with him, or stay neutral. And that would bother her. It wasn't done intentionally, but I just understood Brian a lot better than most do. Melanie felt like she was in constant competition for my affection, whereas Brian knew his place in my life."

"Twenty years is a helluva long time to be insecure about your place in someone's life."

"It is, Colby, but what are you getting at?"

Colby put down his sandwich and looked directly at her. "I'm saying that there is more to you than you are willing to admit, Lindsey."

"I don't know what you mean," she said, while fidgeting.

***

Colby took a step closer, watching as she instinctively took a step back. He pushed his hair back over his shoulder, just before his arm snaked around her waist. He pulled her closer, so that she couldn't escape looking up at him. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about Lindsey." He didn't give her a chance to respond before he bent, stealing a kiss from her lips.

He took advantage of her sharp intake of breath, by shoving his tongue in her mouth. Her body stiffened at first, and he silently willed her to calm down and enjoy the sensation. She gradually relaxed into him as he pulled her closer. Lifting her, he placed her in front of him on the counter top, never breaking the contact. It was his turn to gasp as he felt her hands digging into his hair, holding him to the kiss, which was spiraling out of control quickly.

It was hard for Colby to keep restraint, when all he wanted to do was loosen her robe, discard her silken pajamas and fuck her right there. But he wouldn't. Lindsey Peterson was one of the few women in his life, he'd ever wanted to take his time to get to know. He found everything about her fascinating, including the fact that she was definitely bisexual, and didn't know or understand it. She was locked into thinking she had to be one or the other.

That was the problem with labels; they served no purpose except to categorize and confuse.

Even as he kissed her, he could feel her confusion but he could also feel that she didn't want it to end. He pulled back from the kiss to search her eyes. "Do you understand now, Lindz? You've been suppressing yourself, and I think Melanie knew that. That's why she always felt threatened by a bonafide gay man. He's still a man. You are not a lesbian, although you like women. And you're not a hetero either, although you surely like kissing me."

Her eyes widened at his implication as Brian's words from ten years ago flooded her mind. "It's okay to like cock and it's okay to like pussy, just not at the same time. So which one do you like?" She slid off the counter with Colby's help. "I- I better go lie down."

"You do that. Good night, Lindz."

He watched her walk dazedly toward the stairs, acknowledging to himself that it was a mistake to kiss her. He couldn't help himself though. He had to know what she tasted like, and if she would be responsive. As a result of his curiosity, he had one helluva a fucking boner that he was sure a shower, nor hand would cure. He sighed deeply. He could always go to Babylon and pick up a man to fuck or even go to one of the hetero clubs for a woman. But none of them were Lindsey. Her body screamed at him to take it, but he wouldn't until she was ready for that. So it was going to be a long and unsatisfying night. 

Fuck!!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Emmett Honeycutt, Event Planner Extraordinaire was a fucking marvel. As Emmett stood inside the living room of Britin, he was pleased with his work. Out of all the events he'd ever done, this one mattered to him the most because it was for two people who deserved every fucking bit of happiness that came their way. Standing there looking at the photos Brian requested hung at various points throughout the room, he reflected on the night they met.

OH God he, Ted and, especially Michael was pissed. They were at Babylon, of course, and had waited for Brian to finish getting his dick sucked, yet again. They were about to finally go get something to eat, after Michael had hunted him down in the backroom. But then under a street light across from the club, Brian Kinney met what would ultimately, become the best thing that ever happened to him. He met Justin Taylor.

Emmett remembered everything throughout the first five years of their relationship, including the night Craig had showed up to hurt Brian. The same night Justin had stood up to his father on Brian's behalf, and his own. During that scene, Emmett remembered wishing he'd had that much courage when it came to his own family, and he admired Justin's conviction. It was the moment when Justin showed the world he was so much more than an idealistic kid, but a pure glimpse of the man he was growing into. He had displayed a courage that was heretofore unknown to a lot of them, himself included. 

But what struck Emmett the most was that it was the first night Possessive Brian made an appearance, in relation to what was originally supposed to be just a one-night stand. He remembered the road trip to find Justin, after he'd run away because Brian's place got robbed. Brian would never admit it, but Emmett knew he was worried about the little twink. He nearly laughed out loud at the look on Brian's face, during Justin's pole dance for the King of Babylon contest, and the discussion of it the morning after. Brian was sure pissed that Justin had fucked the twink he had earmarked for himself. 

And Jealous Brian was hot.

Emmett continued to walk around the room that was set up like a gallery, full of photos and paintings of Brian and Justin that they had done for, and of each other. Protective Brian had shown up the night Justin confronted Chris Hobbs, although he would never acknowledge the look he gave the punk, who dared to touch Justin. Loving Brian had shown up to Justin's prom, regardless of the traumatic events that followed. Nurturing Brian took care of Justin after the bashing, and Romantic Brian gave Justin a dance in the middle of Liberty Avenue that he wouldn't ever forget. There were so many facets of Brian Kinney's personality, brought to the forefront specifically for Justin Taylor, who wouldn't let Brian hide from him.

Contrary to Michael's belief, the only one capable of knowing Brian, totally and completely, was Justin. Not because Justin forced his way in, but because Justin was the only one who wouldn't take advantage of it. They had both made mistakes during their relationship, and they still would. But it was a known fact that although Brian and Justin were strong individually, they would always be indestructible together. They drove each other, and relentlessly pushed each other into areas of greatness, but most of all, they loved each other.

And Emmett felt blessed to be a part of their history.

Daphne's reaction to the room was much the same as Emmett's, as she went to greet him and take her date Troy on a circuit of the room. She related to Troy the finer points of a romance, spanning fifteen years. Where it all began for her was the morning after Brian and Justin first met. Justin had arrived at school in a Jeep with the word FAGGOT painted on it in purple. That was the event that inadvertently outed Justin at St. James Academy.

The car sped down the street, causing kids to duck and dodge out of the way as she'd looked on in confusion and horror. Justin was in the backseat, but she couldn't take her eyes off the driver. One of the asshole students, Tommy said 'Hey Taylor, you wanna suck me off?' But before Justin had a chance to respond, Brian did. 'No but I'll kick your tight little virgin ass so hard, you won't sit down for a week.'

Daphne chuckled, remembering that scene as if it just happened yesterday.

The sparkle and look of admiration in Justin's eyes was impossible to miss. When Daphne had handed him his uniform, asking him who that guy was in the process, Justin's response was simple. ‘I just saw the face of God, and his name is Brian Kinney.' She remembered the first time she officially visited the loft, and laughed easily, telling Troy the stories of Naked Brian and Guava juice, and Justin's slight foray into petty thievery to run away to New York and become a Go-Go Boy in Chelsea. That was the plan, until Brian found him the next day, thanks to charges on his Visa.

Of course, Justin took the one with the highest credit limit, and the least amount of charges on it. Then there was Brian and Justin at the prom, in the most beautiful dance and moment ever. Save the Last Dance for Me would forever be etched in Daphne's mind as the night Justin and Brian first got married. Because in her heart, they did, regardless of everything that happened before or after. She wanted to gut-punch both of them during the Ethan episode of their tumultuous relationship, but she understood why it had to happen.

Daphne really couldn't stand that rat bastard, and she made it a point to tell that to Justin often. She smiled again, remembering the advice she gave Justin to get Brian back. Even though it didn't work for her, and she'd moved on to greener pastures, she was still so happy that it worked for Justin. Just like it did on the night, she went with him to Babylon for the first time, and the nipple piercing. Too many adventures with Brian and Justin for her not to be especially happy.

At long last, her favorite two assholes were finally getting it right.

Jennifer stared at an over-sized picture taken recently of Justin sleeping as Brian looked up at the camera, a slight smirk on Brian's face. She knew how much Justin hated taking pictures, preferring to paint instead. True, Justin wasn't a baby anymore. But looking at that picture with him sleeping, she realized that no matter how old he got, Justin would always be her baby. It had taken a lot for her to let him go, to allow him to carve his own path, with and without, the man she accepted a long time ago, was meant for Justin.

Yes, but now I have two sons. 

After all the years Brian and Justin spent together, she considered Brian her son, too. Her initial reaction to Brian and Justin's relationship was that of any other parent. Shock. Anger. Devastation.

Abject horror and fear of Justin being hurt in unimaginable ways that, as his mother, she couldn't fix.

But over time in getting to know Brian, she acknowledged that he was the best thing that could have possibly happened to Justin. It still amazed her that Justin knew it right away, which is not something that happens for everyone. Certainly not Brian, nor herself. Yet, she couldn't regret her time with Craig, because without him, she wouldn't have had Justin nor Molly. Still having Brian around helped Justin grow into a man, and in turn, Jennifer had gotten to know the phenomenon that is Brian Kinney.

He honored her, respected her, and had called Justin on it when he tended to forget that she was still his mother. Considering his own mother and her actions, it was a miracle that Brian was a wholly sane person. The same could be said about Justin's father, but she wouldn't think of it. Instead, she would remember the afternoon after the Babylon bombing, and how hurt Brian was after he'd asked Justin to marry him and the proposal was turned down. It resulted in the purchase of what had become Britin.

She remembered when she and Brian looked at it together, and his nervousness in asking if she thought Justin would love it. Brian was immediately taken with the property, mostly because of words Justin had said he wanted. The Country Manor with stables and a pool. He had taken those words to heart, and enlisted her help in finding it. When they called off the wedding, and Jennifer was about to re-list the house after Justin left for New York, Brian had called a little frantic, when he'd asked her not to.

Brian couldn't let it go.

He'd taken his loft off the market, and rebuilt Babylon. But this was Justin's house. When she reminded him that Justin was living his life in New York, Brian just simply said, 'He'll be back.' She didn't understand his statement at first, especially considering he hadn't gone to see Justin for the first year and a half that he lived there. It wasn't until later that she discovered Brian was personally overseeing the renovations, and decorations for Britin during that time.

She now understood that it wasn't that Brian was going to hold Justin' back from achieving his dreams, or interfere with them. It was that some things were just meant to be. Looking at the photographs and paintings displayed, she got that message loud and clear. The love and conviction in each one screamed of their devotion to one another, and what they have been building, against all odds. They were building the Taylor-Kinneys.

Jennifer smiled at Debbie and Carl's approach. "Wonderful display, isn't it?"

"It's like a gallery showing. I don't have to wonder who did the paintings. But these photos of Justin with Brian mixed into some of them...WOW!" Debbie marveled in awe.

"I know. Brian is quite the photographer, especially considering Justin hates taking pictures."

"Wait! You mean Brian did these?"

Jennifer chuckled at Deb's continued surprise. It always amazed her that those, who had been around Brian the longest, barely knew him in some of the most important ways. But she and Justin did, along with a select few. Lindsey, Ted, Em, and Cynthia among them. Even Carl and Tucker seemed to have a better understanding of Brian Kinney, entirely different from what the world saw at large.

But she would keep that thought to herself.

Emmett came up to stand next to Debbie, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Yep, every last one. Just when you think they couldn't get any more perfectly matched, they go and do something to prove it even more so. I mean yeah, Brian is in advertising and has access to all sorts of photographers. But to know that he himself, does professional quality work... Well, no wonder he demands excellence."

They stood in front of a large photo, which was done in black and white, but showed the blue of Justin's eyes. The picture presented innocence, with the innate sensuality Brian found so appealing. Next to it was a painting of Brian, which seemed almost life-like, equipped with the freshly fucked hair and that ever present sparkle in the hazel eyes.

"My God," Debbie said. "Looking at these two alone you almost feel like you've been watching them do it." Everyone laughed and agreed. It was definitely clear how they felt about each other.

The rest of the gang arrived. Ted and Blake; Cynthia in the company of Colby; Melanie and Lindsey with Gus and Jenny and Ben. Even John and Peter were in attendance, and stood next to Jennifer and her husband.

"Where's Michael?" Melanie asked.

Ben dropped his eyes. "Either he's still on the phone, or outside having a major queen out. I don't know which."

Debbie crossed over to Ben. "Honey, is everything alright?"

Ben gave her a slight smile. "I'm sure everything will be fine, Debbie. Somehow he's still convinced that Brian will back out of this at the last minute, or it will be a situation like the last time when they called it off. Based on the way this place looks, neither scenario will be taking place. Emmett, you've done a fantastic job in here."

Em blushed at the compliment. "I just followed the demanding couple's instructions.You know that tall one is a damn tyrant." Everyone laughed again at his reference to Brian, who came in on the tail end of Em's statement.

"I heard that, Honeycutt."

"Just speaking the truth, Mr. Kinney. And don't call me Honeycutt," Em said, laughingly.

"I know that Justin and I ran you ragged, but it was certainly worth it. Emmett, this is amazing. I can't wait for Sunshine to see it. Oh, were you able to-"

"Yes, Brian. It's behind that sheet over there."

"What is it?" Debbie asked.

Brian and Em grinned at the same time.  Brian answered, "A little surprise for Justin. He hasn't seen this room yet either, so..."

"Well, where is he?"

Emmett chimed in. "I'll go get him. If I know him, and I do, he's having trouble with his hair."

"We were in separate rooms, some lesbianic thing he insisted on. But I suspect you are right. Judging by how long it takes him to get ready in the mornings, when he actually has to venture out in a suit, I'm willing to bet money, he's fussing with it."

"You know, Brian. If you'd let him cut it, maybe he wouldn't fuss so much," Emmett tried his best to look innocent.

"The hell you say. He's not allowed to cut it. At least, not yet. I like pulling it."

The men, both gay and straight, burst out laughing. While the ladies of the group, tried not to laugh or to be disgusted, which didn't work. They knew how Brian operated, and they knew that Justin wasn't exactly Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes either. If he was, there was no way in hell he'd be with Brian. Besides, everyone in the room, with the exception of a select few, had witnessed the hair pulling on both sides many times over the years.

Debbie, Jennifer, Emmett and Daphne had even gotten an eye full of Brian and Justin in action over the years. They learned quickly to knock, or announce themselves before entering a room where there was potential for Justin and Brian to have sex. For Emmett's part, he'd learned to stay out of the backrooms at clubs, whenever hanging out with Brian and Justin. Fucking in public was one of the couples favorite past times, much like baseball or football to most people. And they made no secret of it.

Emmett made his way up the stairs to the guest room, nearest Justin's third floor studio. He could hear Molly and Justin arguing about time, and the fact that she was hungry as hell.

"Emmett has this place smelling like a five-star restaurant, and you're still fumbling with your goddamn hair. I swear, you're worse than any woman I know. If you put it up and take it down one more time, I'll snatch you bald, my damn self!"

"Shut it, Mollusk and just answer the damn question. Up or down?"

Emmett entered the room, trying to contain his laughter. Usually it was Justin yelling at Molly to hurry up. It was funny to see the tables turned. Crossing the room over to Justin, he released Molly from her role of bridesmaid, and told her to sneak down to the kitchen and have a few crab cakes. He also warned her not to let anyone see her, except maybe Drew. The vultures would start attacking before she even took the first bite, then she really wouldn't stand a chance.

When the door closed, he turned his attention to Justin. "You okay?"

"No. I mean, yeah, Em. Just nervous, I guess."

"Why? Today you are technically marrying the man of your dreams, someone you have known practically your entire life. More importantly, someone who loves you beyond rhyme or reason, and who returns your feelings a hundred fold. Why the nerves?" He began to straighten Justin's midnight blue silk tie against his sky blue shirt.

"I don't know exactly, Emmett. But I know it has nothing to do with Brian. He and I have worked toward this for so long. I just don't want anything to go wrong, or Brian to get cold feet. I can't help, but remember what happened the last time we were taking a step this big."

"First, let me set your mind at ease about Brian. Your man is downstairs waiting for you. He sent me up here to make sure you haven't jumped out the window, Rapunzel." The Disney princess reference, earned him a watery chuckle from Justin. "Secondly, I've gotten to know you pretty well over the years, Justin and I know that you can only be talking about one thing. Or should we say person, going wrong. Debbie is here, so Michael shouldn't act up too bad. It would ruin his angelic image in her eyes. But in any event, the rest of us are right here with you to keep him in line, okay?"

Justin nodded and took a deep breath. "Thanks, Em. I needed that, and couldn't ask Brian for it right now. He thinks it's a silly tradition to get dressed in separate spaces. But I can't help thinking that if Mel and Lindz had on their wedding all those years ago, things may have been different now. I just don't want to tempt fate you know."

"I do, and I understand. But you can't let what happened between them, dictate yours and Brian's future. The situations are completely different. For one, they eat pussy," Emmett said, gagging, and once again easing Justin's tension with laughter. Good the color is coming back in his cheeks. "Secondly, you don't need the assurance that Brian loves you and only you. He is a man to love only once, and you're the lucky winner of his heart. He's never been more sure. So take that thought with you as we go downstairs and get you committed, in a good way. Now let's see about your hair. If we leave it down, you'll look like a mafia prince. If we put it up, you'll look like a bouncer."

Emmett thought about the photographs downstairs that Justin had yet to see, and decided to put his hair up to provide a contrast. So leaving it in a long ponytail, as opposed to the bun Justin usually wore while out and about or painting, seemed the best option. He clapped at his handy work and turned Justin to the mirror.

"Oh my God, I look nice."

"Yes, you do, Sweetie. And your man is going to think so, too. The RL suit sets off your eyes perfectly, and the shirt accents them. All in all, I'd say Brian is going to want to rip that suit off you the minute he sees you."

Justin chuckled. "He always wants to rip my clothes off."

"Too much information. I don't need the reminder of your backroom activities. Thank you very much."

Justin laughed as they left the room and headed downstairs.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Brian was feeling as impatient as ever, especially standing there with Michael. Listening to him drone on, and on about how Brian should call this farce off, and a multitude of other infractions to Michael's pride, especially regarding the hearing, had Brian wanting to bounce his ass right out of their home. Please. Now, and thank you.

"I can't believe you brought up the shit you did, Brian. That was low even for you."

"Michael, I didn't pick that fight. You did. And here you are again, trying to pick another. On one of the most important nights of my life, you're standing there calling my, for lack of a better term, wedding a farce. What the actual fuck is your problem, Mikey? And don't hand me any shit about how Justin is a user, or any of that other such bullshit. For the record, Justin's net worth is in the millions, just like mine is. He owns several businesses, both with me and apart from me. So your claims that he's a gold digger is not only wrong, it's slanderous and if he wanted to, he could sue you. All of the money you've made and continue to make from Rage, and you're still on this shit? Do you give Justin his due? After all, it was his art work that put you on the map. Not to mention the website he designed for your shop. Do you pay him for the continued use of his artwork?"

"Why should I give him anything? It was my stories that drew people to the comic."

Brian shook his head. "You sure they were your stories, Michael? The very first issue, as I recall, was Justin's very personal struggle surrounding the bashing. There were also subsequent issues, in which our life together was put on display for the world to see, and judge. Yet, you stand there and disparage his character, especially when he is allowing you to keep all the royalties from Rage so that you could live, and pay the mortgage on you comic book store. Those royalties also allowed you to travel behind Ben, although you might have considered sending a chunk of it to Melanie for the care and well-being of Jenny. But you stand here, and pronounce judgments on Justin?"

"Did you know he's cheating on you again with Ethan? I saw them at the diner, earlier this week. They looked cozy and having a private conversation when Ma, Emmett and me arrived at the diner."

Brian folded his lips. "Really? And you're just telling me about this now?"

"I would have told you about it after the hearing, but I was too pissed at you."

"So why tell me now?"

"Because you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life. I don't want to see you hurt, Brian. You can do much better than the blond, scheming trick that wouldn't go away."

"I can? Who would you suggest, Mikey?" Brian knew the answer, even before he said it.

"I always thought we were going to retire in Palm Springs together."

"Sure. Ben and Justin can come, too. That's what husbands do, you know."

"I meant after Ben..."

It was taking everything in him, not to choke the life out of Michael. It was ridiculous. Honestly, it was Ben, who deserved better than Michael, who was planning and pining away for someone else while waiting for his husband to die off. Brian almost wished Debbie was standing right behind Michael to hear his idiotic thoughts. Maybe she would have done him the favor of slapping the words back into the cesspool of Michael's throat.

After all, Michael was always talking shit!

"For the record, Michael, people die all the time, and they don't even have to be sick. As far as Ben goes, he's doing well and his viral load is virtually undetectable. As far as me being free, and waiting around for you, get that ignorant thought out of your head. I love you like a brother, and nothing more. You are about to lose even that much. You could never fill Justin's shoes. He is it for me, just like Ben is supposed to be that for you. There was no one else before Justin, and there will be no one else after Justin. By the way, I already know about the whole issue on Monday between Justin and Ethan. Justin told me himself what the situation was. Enjoy the party, Mikey."

Brian moved over to the bar area, hoping to calm his racing heartbeat. It was as he was about to order that Justin entered the room. Any small doubt that Brian might have subconsciously had about committing to Justin, wholeheartedly and completely, dissipated as soon as he laid eyes on Justin Taylor. His eyes lit in wonder at the photos and paintings limning the walls of the room, which was exactly what Brian asked Emmett to aim for. Brian stood in place, studying the emotions on Justin's face, as memory after memory assailed him, and that sunshine bright smile shone between the lips Brian would never tire of kissing.

Justin's eyes searched the room, until he found Brian. Both knew they were being watched, but neither cared as they came together in the center of the room.

"You look-" Brian began.

"Good? Bad? Laughable?"

"Beautiful."

Justin smiled brightly at him, remembering the last time they said those words to each other in preparation for another night long ago. Finally, the timing was right between them and they knew it beyond a shadow of doubt. Justin raised his hands to Brian's face, as Brian's arms encircled his waist. "You too," Justin finally said, before Brian claimed his lips.

A wealth of feeling poured from them, as the onlookers witnessed a significant piece of Brian and Justin's history. It was the culmination of hard work, dedication, sacrifice and finally, unity. Emmett cleared his throat to address everyone, which ended the exchange for a brief time.

"As you all know, both Brian and Justin, were very hands on in planning this outward show of their commitment to one another. Although in Pittsburgh and over two-thirds of the country, same-sex marriage is now legal, our dear friends have opted to hold true to themselves. Now that's not to say they will never tie the knot in front of a judge, or clergy. But they are married, in every way that matters. The officiant will, of course, preside over the commitment ceremony, but Brian planned a special surprise for Justin to commemorate this momentous occasion. Drewsie darling, can you and Ben do the honors of the unveiling?"

Emmett moved out of the way, to stand on the other side of Justin, as Brian held him close. In the corner of the living room stood a replica of the street light they met under, along with a mural of the scenery. On the mural were the words they first spoke to each other, before deciding to hook up.

Brian: "How's it going? You had a busy night?"

Justin: "Just-ah-checking out the bars, you know. Boy Toy, Meat hook.

Brian: "Meat hook? Really? So you're into leather?"

Justin: "Sure."

Brian: Where you headed?"

Justin: "No place special.

Brian: "I can change that."

No one in the room, not even Daphne and Michael, were aware of what was said during that first conversation between Brian and Justin. Until then. Brian's gesture was sweet and endearing, because he actually remembered every single word of the conversation that changed their lives. Justin was moved to tears, which he valiantly fought back, while Michael was moved to anger. It showed in his stiff and unyielding posture, even as Ben tried to embrace him.

Justin and Brian stepped up to the onto the platform, and the officiant followed suit. When she asked if they took each other as husband and husband, there was no hesitation or any doubt left amongst the occupants that it was really happening. She asked if there was anything either of them wanted to say, and Justin spoke first.

"Brian, it seems like it has taken forever to get us to this point. And I guess, in some ways it has. We have fought hard for what we wanted most... Each other. I will continue to fight for you, and with you, sometimes even against you if I have to." The assembled guess chuckled, knowing that Justin meant every word. He would challenge Brian at every turn. "If ever you have a doubt that I love you with every fiber of my being, remember all that we've gone through to get here. The good times, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful moments like this one. Be confident and know that I will never leave you nor forsake you. You are my muse, my inspiration, my constant source of strength and weakness. My welcomed distraction, and eternal craving. I am yours, and only yours, forever and a day. I love you, Brian Kinney."

"Justin, I am not always good with words. So I'll let this tell you what I need to say." Emmett pressed play on the CD player, and the song most in Brian's heart began. He led Justin into the center of the room as the melodic voices of Jon B. and Babyface began to sing "Someone to Love."

Don't even like to think about it

I don't know what I would do without it

I only know I live and I breathe for your love

Baby, you came to me in my time of need

When I needed you, you're there for me

Baby, the love from you is what got me through

It was because of you I was able to

Give my heart again, You give me

Someone to love, Someone to touch, Someone to hold, Someone to know

Someone to love, Someone to trust, Someone to hold, Someone to know

I thought I'd never love again

I thought my life was over and

I didn't want to face or see another day

Suddenly from nowhere, Baby, you appeared

You dried my tears, you cared for me

Baby, your love for me, truly rescued me

It's because of you I was able to

Fall in love again, you give me

Someone to love, someone to touch, someone to hold, Someone to know

Someone to love, someone to trust, someone to hold, someone to know

For so long in my life, I wouldn't let love inside

But I swallowed my pride the day you arrived

Now that you're by my side, everything is alright

It's because of you, I was able to

Give my heart again*

After the dance was finished, and the officiant declared that Brian and Justin was married in their eyes, they sealed their union amid applause, and congratulations from the people who meant the most to them. Looking down at the man he affectionately called, Sunshine, Brian felt the part of himself he always kept aloof, click tight sealing Justin inside of it. He belonged irrevocably to Justin, and Justin finally belonged to him. He accepted the hugs, kisses and bawdy humor with the good grace that was so unlike the Brian many of them knew. Emmett outdid himself with all the preparation, right down to the groom non-wedding cake, which was a combination of Brian's favorite chocolate-chocolate chip and Justin's favorite of Dutch chocolate with butter cream frosting.

Michael excused himself from the table, and headed off into the kitchen for another bottle of wine. When the doorbell rang.

Anita answered the door and made the announcement of who it was, but they were all laughing as Melanie and Ted were relaying the story about when Michael was with the Doctor, and they had gotten back from France. About how Justin and Brian spent the entire time French kissing, instead of watching the presentation. It wasn't until they heard the first strands of Paganini's Cantabile in D Major, that all conversation and movement ceased, with the exception of Michael coming back into the room. The next series of events happened as if it slow motion to some, but lightening quick to others. Emmett, Ben and Drew could not move fast enough to catch Brian, before his fist connected with Ethan's jaw.

Nor could they prevent the knee to his midsection. Or the other well placed kick in the ass, as Ben finally got a hold of the fist that was drawn back to land another blow. Drew literally had to pick Brian up, to get him away from Ethan. Emmett grabbed violin boy's person and ushered him out, taking care not to damage his instrument as Brian would probably already be facing a lawsuit. Brian didn't deserve that, but they all knew how vindictive and determined the damn fiddler was proving.

Unhinged fucker!

Justin, on the other hand, already knew who was responsible for the mayhem, before the culprit even said one word. His mistake was that he did. 

Michael clearly drunk said, "So. Boy Wonder, did you enjoy your wedding present? It was great seeing your lover at your wedding, right? I told Brian before that he should have left you alone, you know? Especially after the bashing. Yeah, I told him he should have left you there to die, because you were a worthless piece of shit. But you just wouldn't leave him alone. Well now, maybe he'll leave you alone now that E-E-Ethan is back in your life. Y-You and he are m-much better suited. Both liars and cheaters and sluts. You-u-u deserve each other."

Before anyone even thought Justin would act, Michael was looking up from the floor, his left eye already red from Justin's left fist. But Justin wasn't done. Before anyone could pull him off, Justin, who normally didn't condone violence, unleashed a series of punches to Michael. Ted, Tuck and Emmett tried to contain Justin, and help Michael. But there was almost no stopping Justin from the rage he felt.

Colby was determined not to stop it, feeling like Michael needed to take his punishment like a man and told Lindsey as such when she questioned it. Cynthia sat still, silently laughing behind her hands. About fucking time, she thought to herself. Both Debbie and Jennifer were literally in shock, having never seen Justin act like that. Daphne on the other hand, had seen Justin fight once or twice, and encouraged the ass beating wholeheartedly, as did Molly, who knew all about Michael's jealousy of Justin.

Finally Drew, Ben and Brian reentered the room, only to witness the mayhem. Justin had Michael up by the collar, about to land another blow when Brian caught his fist. "No, Justin."

"Let me fucking go, Brian. NOW!"

"Fucking no. It's enough," Brian said softly, while looking him in the eye and willing him to let Michael go. His position was a difficult one, no matter that Michael deserved what he got. He was still Brian's best friend, the boy who at fourteen befriended another lonely kid. Most of Brian's memorable moments had Mikey in them. They shared a history before and after Justin. Although there was no choice or side Brian had to take, it still hurt to have to witness his husband and his best friend come to blows all because of jealousy.

Justin registered what his actions were doing to Brian, but he was so fucking angry. What was supposed to be the best night of their lives was ruined by another fucking little jealous shitstain. "Get this piece of shit out of my house. Get him out now, before I finish what I started, Brian," Justin said, very quietly. Brian knew that tone, and it didn't bode well for Michael, or anyone else who would talk out of turn to him in that moment.

"It's not your house, you fucking cunt! It's Brian's house!" Michael yelled.

Justin turned back quickly, intent on finishing Michael off, but Brian caught him about the waist and began dragging him toward the stairs while Ben and Carl tried to contain Michael.

***

"Brian? Brian! Where the fuck's he going?" Debbie called after him, but Jennifer stepped in.

"Debbie. Now is not the time. He's saving your son's life."

"Michael's drunk! He didn't mean a word of it! He was never able to hold his liquor very well. You know that!"

"He meant every word of it, Debbie. God, when will you stop defending him?" Emmett said. "Here's a little something that Ted and I knew that we never mentioned, and maybe that's our fault for not wanting to become involved in the fight that landed Michael a punch to the face at Mel and Lindsey's party right after Justin and Ethan got together. Michael had said the exact same things he said tonight that day. That Brian should have left Justin for dead after Chris Hobbs bashed him. And guess what, Debbie. HE WAS FUCKING SOBER WHEN HE SAID IT!"

"Em," Ted tried to intervene, "You have to calm down. Now is..."

"Oh I think now is the perfect time for Deb to really understand what Michael is really like, outside of her hearing and presence."  Em was through allowing Debbie to sweep Michael's wrongdoings away from him as far as the east to the west. "It's funny, but we all thought the asshole would behave himself, since his legendary tantrums would ruin Michael's 'good boy' persona in your eyes, Deb. But here you are, not believing both your eyes and ears again. All in favor of defending your baby. So here's the history lesson you're going to have to address for a change.

"What you just heard, but refuse to acknowledge is what caused Brian to hit Michael. But Brian just let himself be blamed, like he always did to cover Michael's faults. No one bothered to ask what led to it. You, Mel and Lindz just automatically assumed that it was Brian's fault. Ben was ready to defend him, without knowing all of the history and that's understandable. But the three of you, who should have known something was off about the whole exchange, didn't ask one question. Again, Ted and I thought that he would say something, that Brian would defend himself for a change, but he didn't. So yes... Your precious, innocent little Michael, meant every word because it is not the first time he's said it. As far as everything else, he meant that, too. Because it's all he's been saying, since he found out that Justin was back for good."

"Right now, Debbie, Brian needs to be with his husband," Jennifer said. "If anyone can get Justin to see reason and calm down, it's Brian. We both know that. You should go with Ben and help him take care of Michael. He's going to need it."

She nodded and kissed everyone good night, advising that she would see them in the morning.

***

Lindsey looked at the other occupants of the room, and said softly and simply, "I think the Brian and Mikey Show may have officially just ended."

What no one at the table said, but all of them thought was Good Riddance. Michael had been warned time and again. So, whatever the consequences, he would have to face every one of them this time. He'd been a nasty little bitch, one time too many. So even if they wanted to, which they didn't, no one was going to be able to save him, not even his Ma.

It was about damn time.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile upstairs there was a different kind of war going on....

"I mean fuck, Justin, did you have to hit him? You knew he was drunk off his ass."

"What would you have had me do, Brian?"

"Overlook him. You were never prone to violence. Well, at least, not a lot. What the fuck possessed you to hit him?"

"Oh fuck, if I know, Brian. Perhaps it was when he said I should have died in the bashing." Brian stilled at the mention of the bashing. "And low and behold, I find out that it wasn't the first time he's said it, or thought it. Hell he had me draw that very fucking scenario in Rage. So, you are NOT about to stand there and castigate me, or try to make me feel guilty for FINALLY punching the motherfucker, especially not considering your own behavior regarding Ethan."

"That was different."

Justin laughed, humorlessly. "Oh really? How so? Because as far as I'm concerned violence is violence."

"He deserved that ass whipping years ago."

"And so did Michael, for far worse offenses. Hell, even the less offensive ones were worthy of Michael being punched in his whiny mouth. Look just keep your best friend away from me, or I will not be held responsible for what I do next time."

Brian crossed over to Justin, who held himself stiffly. He knew it wasn't personal, but that Justin was still feeling belligerent and murderous. If it had been anyone else, except Michael, Brian would have been proud of his husband. Guiltily, he was proud of him for standing up for himself and couldn't fault him. Also the appearance of Justin the Pissed off Dominant, was just too fucking sexy for words.

Looking out over the vast grounds of the estate from the bay windows behind Justin, Brian kissed his neck gently. Brian kept kissing Justin until he felt his body relax, marginally. "Brian, I..."

"I know." And he did.

On the rare occasions that Justin was in full-blown dominant mode, topping became the only thing that could calm him down. Consequently, Brian was the target this time, since they decided to be monogamous. The good news was that Brian knew Justin would never intentionally hurt him. Instead, he would use every ounce of his will to bring Brian pleasure, which in turn would help clear Justin's mind. The bad news was that Brian would have to wait to fuck Justin senseless, which was what he really wanted to do ever since he laid eyes on him when he finally entered the living room.

"Get undressed," Justin said, voice low, and just that bit strained which sent a frisson of anticipation down Brian's spine.

Brian knew he was still angry, but he also knew it wasn't directed at him. He was relieved to know that even though Justin was mad as hell, he could still read him and his moods. Contrary to popular belief, Brian was the more even tempered of the two, meaning Justin could go from loving to nuclear in the blink of an eye. Whereas Brian would give a warning or two, before he exploded. The dinner party downstairs was a prime example of just how quick Justin could change.

Justin clicked on the CD player, just in case their guests were still downstairs. Janet Jackson's sultry voice singing, "Rope Burn" came through loud and clear, and Brian knew exactly what he was in store for. Justin wasn't only in dominant mode. He was in the mood for a little bondage and discipline. Brian couldn't suppress the shiver that wracked him. The little sardonic smile on Justin's full lips confirmed Brian's guess.

Brian loosened his tie, laying it across the chair, before unbuttoning his shirt. Justin avidly watched his every move. Brian made each action deliberate, watching as Justin's breathing became a little more even with every inch of skin he revealed. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" Brian asked, softly.

"In time," was Justin's only response.

Brian toed off his shoes, while undoing his belt and pants, letting them fall fluidly from his narrow hips. Then he kicked out of them, and his socks. When he hooked his thumbs into his underwear, Justin told him to leave them. Part of him was disappointed as the black silk rubbing against his hard on was becoming irritating. But before he could utter a protest, Justin instructed him to get on the bed, and grip the headboard.

Justin undid his tie, while grabbing Brian's among the discarded clothing from the chair. Justin made quick work of securing Brian before divesting his own clothes, and loosening his hair. Brian swallowed hard as Justin's impossibly blue eyes devoured him. Everywhere Justin looked felt like an actual caress, which made Brian shiver in anticipation, coupled with  just a hint of fear. It was incredibly seductive, and not a little bit unnerving to be the complete focus of an angry and horny Justin Taylor-Kinney.

Justin crawled onto the foot of the bed, stopping along the way to deliver little stinging bites to Brian's body, beginning at both arches on his feet. He nipped at other erogenous zones, before finally reaching Brian's lips. The initial skin-on-skin contact had Brian's back bowing, ready to explode. He almost felt like a little green youth with little, or no, dick control. Justin shoved his tongue into Brian's mouth roughly, drawing a low moan from Brian's throat.

He had no choice, but to let Justin control him, tied up as he was. Justin wasn't giving an ounce of it up. He explored every crook and crevice of Brian's mouth, and throat with his tongue. He took his time, while Brian tried his best to hold absolutely still. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Brian was unsure of his ability not to come quickly.

And all because of the man, he'd always think of as his twink, atop him.

Justin was a walking, talking, breathing aphrodisiac on any given day to Brian. But in his current state, he was a living wet dream. He gave Brian's lips one last nibble before sitting on Brian's chest, his dick close, but not close exactly where Brian wanted it. He wanted to be able to kiss it, to feel the slickness of it, and to let his tongue lav against the texture of Justin's cock. Instead, Justin leaned up just enough to take Brian's fingers into his mouth.

He felt the wetness on his fingers, as Justin entwined his tongue with each digit, slowly sucking sensually, causing an answering response in the nerve endings of Brian's dick. Each swipe of Justin's tongue shot sensations of heat, straight to Brian's groin, spreading outward to light Brian afire with every forbidden desire known to man. And definitely, a few that weren't. He could feel the precum dripping from the head of his dick, creating a wet spot on the silk underwear still covering his pelvis. Brian shifted a little trying to escape the wetness, which was beginning to seep copiously and steadily with the prolonged foreplay.

"Don't come yet," Justin whispered, while continuing to lick each finger.

"If you keep that up, I just might," Brian said, through gritted teeth.

"Fine. I'll do something else then." He teased.

Justin began to slide down Brian's body, and he got the feeling that he should have let Justin continue licking his fingers. The wicked gleam in Justin's eyes was what made Brian second guess his decision. Justin flipped his hair over his head, making sure it laid across Brian's shoulders, blocking his view from everything else but the luxurious curtain of blond caressing him, with every movement of Justin's head. Brian gasped, as he aimed straight for Brian's nipples. Between the bites and licks from Justin's mouth, and the tickling torture of Justin's hair as he moved between each nipple, Brian was near a screaming orgasm.

It didn't help that his silk clad cock was stabbing at the fabric, trying desperately to glide against Justin's naked one.

Although Justin's hair covered the visual of his tongue flicks, it didn't lessen the sensation at all for Brian. Even when he began to move further down along Brian's torso, the teasing torture of the tresses served to intensify the experience. Justin continued to place little biting kisses along Brian's belly, leading to his groin. Brian's back arched in an effort to get Justin to wrap his succulent lips around his leaking cock. Instead, Justin climbed off of Brian, flipping Brian over, before seating himself on Brian's back.

He couldn't stop the groan that escaped him, as Justin pulled Brian's hair to expose his neck. Justin applied his tongue and teeth in the way that often left Brian panting and moaning, while he whispered the fucking filthiest things in Brian's ear. He couldn't stop himself from rutting against the sheets in an effort to get some relief.

"Keep still," Justin whispered, while applying a hard smack to Brian's ass.

"Then fuck me already," Brian answered back. He groaned deeply when Justin reached under him to take one of his ultra sensitive nipples between two fingers. Justin squeezed it, while applying several heavy handed smacks to Brian's ass.

"Are you trying to be a bossy bottom tonight, Brian?" Justin asked softly, while still applying firm pressure to Brian's nipple. Brian couldn't answer from being overcome with the sensations as Justin's finger started rimming his hole, while his nipple was still clamped between Justin's firm fingers. "Feels good, huh? You're almost ready for me."

Almost?!

Justin went about preparing Brian in earnest, stretching and filling Brian with his fingers. He slid further down his body to finally remove Brian's boxers, much to his husband's relief. Justin spread Brian open, watching intently as his fingers disappeared and reappeared, before leaning in with his tongue. At the first contact, Brian jumped a little from the wet sensation. Then Justin settled in, intent on making Brian whimper and beg for his cock.

Justin licked, sucked and tongue fucked Brian repeatedly, changing rhythm and speeding so often Brian felt as if he was going crazy. He pulled against the bonds and rutted against the sheet while Justin continued to taunt and torment him. "You better not fucking come, Brian until I say so," Justin said as he delved back in.

Brian, once again, couldn't answer. He was constantly bombarded with wave upon wave of dueling sensations; sharp pleasure, and equally sharp pain. Justin kept him hanging in the balance between heaven and hell. It was sexual fucking purgatory, where he showed no signs of mercy. And Brian fucking loved every goddamn second of it.

When Justin crawled under his body, taking his member into his mouth, Brian released a loud groan he was almost sure they heard downstairs. As Justin sucked him while his fingers pummeled Brian's ass, he found he couldn't give fuck what was going on downstairs, or even if he took his next breath. All he wanted was Justin. All he could think about was Justin. All he needed was Justin.

And Justin knew it.

Justin flipped Brian back over onto his back, then reached over to grab the lube and a condom. He watched Brian watch him roll it slowly down his own leaking dick, before taking a generous amount of lube into his hand. With every slide of Justin's hand down his shaft to coat the rubber a little, Brian balls contracted. Brian was relieved when Justin used the excess to coat his heated channel. Playtime was finally over.

It was finally time to fuck and be fucked.

Aligning himself, Justin spread Brian's legs wide, never losing eye contact. Both of them moaned loudly at the first breach. "Do it," Brian breathed.

"Take it," Justin demanded. And Brian slid down Justin dick, until he was fully impaled.

Justin pulled out and pumped back in shallowly the first time, then deeply the second. And thus began what would be a semi-long, but deeply satisfying lesson for Brian.

Two shallow- one deep.

Three shallow-two deep strokes.

Four shallow- three deep.

Five shallow- four deep. Justin made sure to caress the prostate gland on every single deep penetration into Brian.

Six shallow- five deep.

Seven shallow- six deep.

Eight shallow- seven deep. Brian alternated between whimpers, curses, moans and groans, the cadence of Justin's rhythm, thrumming through every part of his body. But Justin wouldn't release him. 

Nine shallow- eight deep. Not yet.

Ten shallow-nine deep, immediately followed by another ten deep and one shallow. The brink was just there, but...

FUCK!!!

Justin repeated the process in reverse, with the deep strokes sending Brian into paroxysms of pleasure. He leaned in to kiss Brian deeply, moving his tongue in rhythm to the thrust of his hips. Brian was drenched with sweat, and shivered under Justin's body. He was never so happy to hear the words "Come for me, Brian" as he was in that moment.

Brian released and trembled, then released some more while moaning and shouting Justin's name. Justin, in turn, came with a smile on his face, knowing deep down that Brian was satisfied. Both of them could feel the very last vestiges of Justin's stress finally leave him. Justin gently pulled out and tied off the condom, dropping it in the garbage bin by the bed. He untied Brian's hands, massaging them gently to restore full circulation.

They both knew there was a good possibility Brian would be sore, but Justin was gratified when he felt Brian's hands reached for him. Before allowing the embrace, Justin reached down to grab the duvet, and covered them  before going back to massaging Brian's wrists. Moments later, Justin settled back on top of Brian, causing a deep sigh of contentment from them both.

"Thank you, Brian," Justin said, softly.

"You're always welcome, Sunshine. Love you."

"Love you, too," Justin said, sleepily.

Brian smiled in the semi darkness of the room, too exhausted to even reach over to turn out the small reading light on the night table. He was completely fucked up and fucked out, in the best ways possible, courtesy of his Sunshine going Supernova. The aftermath of Hurricane Michael could wait until another day. For tonight all that mattered, all that was important is right here. And with that thought, Brian contentedly joined his husband in much needed, and well-deserved sleep.

*Someone to Love- Kenneth Edmonds