Chapter 21 - Thanksgiving

Brian

"Come on, sleepyhead. Get up. Today's a big day, and I don't want to start it by being late. After all, I have to set an example for the Spawn." But my attempts to raise the sleeping princess fail yet again. Justin simply turns over, burrows his head in my pillow – and I'm sure there'll be drool all over it in just a few minutes – and mumbles something unintelligible. Okay, time for Plan B. "Alright, Taylor. Stay in bed. I'll just amuse myself in the shower – on my own. See if I care." Now if that doesn't wake him up, we are in deep shit trouble. But I wasn't the Stud of Liberty for no good reason.

I smirk when Justin growls, "You're so mean, Kinney! This is bordering blackmail, I hope you know that." Oh, I do. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I am desperate here. We haven't fucked for a whole day, cause he had to do an emergency shift at the diner again, and when he came home, he was about to fall asleep even when walking. So I packed him off to bed – though my cock was screaming at me and threatened... Okay, I'm exaggerating – a little. But I still need him. Now! Justin's finally cracking his eyes open and sits up. "I really hate you sometimes, I hope you know that." I do. However, I don't give him as many reasons to hate me anymore. I'm still awed by his persistence when I recall those first eight months – and some instances after the bashing. I know I wouldn't have stuck with me. But he always had more balls than me, even though I'm almost happy to say that this is slowly changing.

Anyway, back to the matter at – soon to be in – hand. "Aww. You hate me? Not nearly as much as I hate you..." I know this is fucking sappy, but I want to get laid here. "So why don't you get that lovely bubble butt of yours out of bed and into the shower so I can show you how much I like it?" He's still grumbling, but allows me to drag him out of bed and into the shower. Once I have adjusted the temperature, we step under the spray. The groan that now escapes his lips is one of intense pleasure. He's throwing back his head, exposing the graceful column of his throat, and I can't resist. I lean in and run the tip of my tongue along the enticing flesh, tracing a path from his collarbone to his lips. He gasps, and I take that as my cue to delve into that moist cavern. I think it is safe to say that I've become addicted to his early morning taste – there are no more vestiges of the food he's been eating the night before, nor of his – or should we say my – toothpaste. It's pure Justin. Holy fucking shit. I'm so maudlin ... I don't even want to think about it. And anyway, there are more important things I could be doing here.

His tongue moves to welcome mine, pulling me deeper still, and if I thought I was hard before, I'm now disabused. But who am I to complain? I'm just hanging on, rediscovering every surface and crevice until we both are breathless and have to break apart. I stand there, panting, and study the young man who has come to be the centre... 'Stop right there, Kinney. Anymore of this dykishness and your dick might fall off.' Alright then. Back to admiring the view before me. He's really any gay man's wet dream, especially now when the water is pouring down his pale skin, his kiss-bruised lips slightly open, and his eyes sparkling with love and longing. I watch a drop as it makes its way down to Justin's right nipple, and the piercing.

I think it's been firmly established just how much I like it. It's been a real turn-on that night he came to Woody's and told us all. And even though I acted nonchalantly about it, I still took him to the loft and showed him how affected I was. Sometimes, I wish I had simply accepted the inevitable then, sparing us both quite a lot of heartache. But we weren't ready for it – well, I certainly wasn't. He always was more mature. Then again, maybe things were meant to happen the way they did, including the bashing and the fiddle fuck. Cause we are equal partners now. And my partner is probably wondering where I went...

"A penny for your thoughts..." Didn't I just say so? In a manner of speaking. Well, I better show him that I'm still with him. I push him against the glass wall, licking and nipping the nub before tugging on the small ring. "Oh my God, Brian..." You got it, Sunshine. I run the fingers of my right hand over his leaking cock, while my left is on his hips, holding him in place. "Bri..." His own hands come up to rest on top of my head, and he's doing some wonderful things to my scalp. I'm moving to the second nipple, treating it to the same pain-pleasure combo as its mate. Justin's breathing is speeding up, and I know he's only moments from coming. But that's not going to happen before I'm inside of his tight little ass.

So I step back once more, and leave him to curse me. He's coming up with some pretty gruesome and vivid images and ways to torture me for my cheekiness. But the second he sees me pick up the lube, he falls silent. Smart boy. He turns and braces himself against the wall, wiggling his bubble butt at me. Well, I've never been known to turn down such a blatant invitation. I prepare us both in record time, and soon I'm embedded in his hot channel, and there's no better place in the whole world. Shit, what's wrong with me today?! All that Thanksgiving bullshit must have caught up with me. Fuck!

After a few experimental thrusts, I'm angling up a bit, and the shudder that runs through his entire body proves that I found my goal. Let's see if I can't make him come without any further stimulation... I mean, there was that one time when he came inside his pants just from kissing me. I smirk and start to drive into him forcefully. He's moaning steadily, and before long, he clamps down on my dick, and he's coming, pulling my own orgasm from me. "Holy fucking shit..." Have to agree with you on that one, Sunshine. "That was..." He turns his head and grins, "fan-fucking-tastic."

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Justin

I know I'm grinning like a madman, but I can't help it. It's unbelievable that Brian really fell for my little act this morning. And he was so proud of himself when I finally let him drag me into the shower. Have to remember that one. Pretend to be all grumpy and gruffy, and you get the best fuck you've had in weeks. Alright, that's not exactly true, but screw that. It was fucking amazing, but then every time with Brian is great ... brilliant ... out of this world. Must be because I love him, and he loves me, and we are finally where we were meant to be right from the beginning. I know that he fell for me that first night. No, not under the street lamp. He started lusting after me there. But I think he was really done for on our ride back to the loft, when I told Mikey that I was going with Brian instead of home. I could see it in Bri's eyes. He was stunned by my bravery. And he knew that I was fucking terrified... Of course, once the drugs had worn off, we were back to square one. Brian had his wits about him again, and all those fucking walls were up once more. But I knew I had him hooked. I only had to find a way...

And I did. I never thought my persistence would come in so handy. Truth be told, Brian never stood a chance. And I think he knew that, too. And deep down inside, he didn't want to, even though he didn't know it himself. Deb did. And whenever things were stuck, she would kick Brian into action. I know she did after the zucchini man episode. Yeah, and I had to go and make up those rules. Shit. But all that was meant to happen, and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Well, maybe the results of the bashing, cause it would be nice to be able to use my right hand the way I could pre-bashing. But other than that, nope, wouldn't change anything. And that knowledge makes me smile even more.

Brian gives me a funny look and shakes his head. "Is that what's going to happen from now on after we fuck? You running around with this stupid smile plastered to your face?" Oh, come on, Bri. I know you love it. But I'm not going to tell him that. I drop my gaze to my cereals and munch away happily. He huffs. "Hurry up, Taylor. We haven't got all day. After all, you promised to pick up the Munchers while I get Claire and my sweet nephews." Oh yes, right. I quickly finish my breakfast and get dressed. Sadly, there's no more time for any fondling, but maybe we can sneak up to Mikey's old room at some point... That would be nice. And my cock thinks so as well. Fuck.

I still can't quite believe how well the Taming of the Spawn – as Bri calls it – went. I really pity the poor boys. Molly was pretty much her most horrid self, especially with Peter who's her age. She held back a little with John, since he was older than her. But Peter... He might be traumatised for life. And today the Spawn will meet the Mollusc again, and I can't wait to see how that'll turn out. After the initial taming, we spent several evenings over at Claire's, and the boys got to see a more open Brian. Hell, they saw the tender side of their uncle. Because I was clever enough to cut myself with a kitchen knife, and Bri was beside himself with worry and wouldn't let me out of his sight again for the remainder of the night. I think that was an important step in the right direction.

Last week, John even called because he needed some artsy stuff for school. Looks like they are slowly coming to accept me as well. And Claire ... all the shit she's been taught about queers is gone with the wind now, replaced by acceptance and even a bit of pride – because she knows the truth while her dearest mother still lives in her own little world. Claire and I have been talking a few times as well. She was shocked when I told her about the fucked-up situation with Ethan, but she never even tried to blame it all on me. She just said that she was glad that things turned out so well for us. And then she thanked me for thawing up Brian's heart. I've been wondering if she read the second issue of Rage at that point.

Yeah, things are just fine right now. And I'm so fucking proud of Brian. Kathleen told me – doctor-patient confidentiality be damned, and anyway she isn't Brian's shrink anymore, at least not officially – she told me how far he had come. They had some special sessions after the kidnapping, and Bri really opened up, telling her just how scared he had been and all of that. He's so different from the Brian Kinney I met little more than two years ago, and Kathy says it's mostly thanks to me. But I don't think so. If it hadn't been for Gus coming into this world that very night, things might be quite different now. We probably wouldn't be partners, wouldn't be living together...

"Justin! Stop moping and get to the Munchers!" Oh shit. Caught in the act. I grab my keys, give him a quick peck on the cheek, and am out of the loft before he can start complaining. Ten minutes later – screw speed limits – I'm at the Munchers, and I'm giving Mel one of my Sunshine smiles. She's been showing for a while, but she's been getting quite big recently. And the baby – my child – is already kicking, and it's so fucking amazing. Funny enough, this seems to be the first time for Brian as well, cause when Linz was pregnant, he didn't show much interest in his future son. So whenever he can, he's annoying the hell out of her, and she actually lets him. Oh, they still despise each other, snark and snarl whenever possible. But the truth is, they realised that they are parts of the same family, so they make an attempt to get along. Because they really like each other.

"Oh, there you are, Justin." Mel draws me into a hug, and kisses my cheek. "Gus has been asking for you for about two hours already." Oh shit. "Come in, come in. Linz is still packing up the cake she's been backing." She looks around to make sure that Lindsay isn't within earshot, and whispers, "Word of advice, don't try it. She's a great cook, but not much of a baker..." I nod and thank her for the warning. But we decide that we won't tell Brian, cause where would be the fun in that? "Oh, and have you heard the news? Judge Northam quashed the sentence! She really did. And you know who will be in deep shit trouble now?" That asshole of a judge who sentenced Hobbs and Ethan to fucking community service? I can't believe it! He's actually facing a thorough investigation and might have to leave his office before his time. Those are the best news I've had in weeks.

"And she also decided to forgo another trial and simply committed Ian," shit, she picked that up from Brian. "He's obviously seriously sick, and needs help. I couldn't find out any details, but maybe dear Kathy could, you know, look into it..." Why, Mel! You're not suggesting that Kathleen gathers information for us. It could get her into trouble after all. Then again, Kathy and Eamon seem to embrace trouble, moulding it into something better. I'm really glad we found them. Even though the circumstances could have been better. But I'll never forget how Eamon told me about Bri, and later allowed me to see him. By now they are as much a part of our circle of friends as Ted and Emmett, and Mikey and Ben, and yes, also Blake.

As I was saying, life is really good, and today is the day we should say thank you for everything we've been given. For Brian, who couldn't say thank you if his life depended on it, this means that he won't be too grumpy while everyone and their dog are running around like crazy. And I will be the perfect little wifey and try to admonish my beloved non-husband. That'll be fun.

"Jussie!" Gus comes running down the stairs, and launches himself into my arms. Well, he tugs on my hands until I pick him up. "Miss you, Jussie! Where's Dada?" I kiss his forehead, and explain that Brian is picking up Aunt Claire. "Oh, Claire is nice." Yup, the little boy finally managed the dreadful letter L. Another reason for celebration. "She gave me pressy. Want to see, Jussie? Coloured all the fishies." Mel whispers that he didn't just colour the fishies but also some of her law books, and I can help but giggle. Gus, of course, joins in – even though he's no idea why I'm chuckling.

Linz apparently heard us, and is now coming from the kitchen, her wrapped cake in her hands. "Oh, there you are, Justin. Are we all set to go?" She turns to Mel, "You have everything, babe? The special cushion for your back..." Mel rolls her eyes and marches out of the door. Linz sighs, "She's becoming really and truly obnoxious. I don't remember having such a phase during my pregnancy..." Well, I've heard a different story, but would never tell her. I'm WASPish like that. "So, let's get going before she gets it into her head to walk over to Deb's, or even worse, take that godforsaken bike of hers." I think Linz isn't really upset about the bike at all. It just reminds her of Leda...

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Brian

The minute the Spawn see Molly, they back into a corner. "Uncle Brian? What is she doing here?" I smirk and explain that she's Justin's sister, and as such has also been invited to the family dinner. John looks positively terrified. "Um, would it be awfully rude if we, I don't know, played some Scrabble or something? With Ben and maybe Justin?" My smirk turns to a full-fledged tongue-in-check grin. I tell my nephew that he'd better ask Ben and Justin himself – once Jus shows up, that is. But it's really amazing that Ben – our dearest Zen-Ben – managed to make such an impression on the two boys. Who knows, some of his Buddhist bullshit might rub off on them. Wouldn't be half bad, would it?

Finally, I hear the abomination pull up in front of the house, and I'm waiting for Linz, Gus – and yes, also Mel – on the doorstep. When Justin comes up to greet me, I growl, "You so owe me, Taylor. What was that back at the loft, huh? Honeymoon's over, or what?" He pushes out his lower lip, and I just can't resist. I lean in, and lick his lips, before drawing him into a soul-searing kiss. "Oh, do get a room, why don't you." That's Mel. "I really don't want to go back to throwing up all of the time." I break away from Jus, and stick out my tongue at the future mother of my partner's child. Gods, the mind reels! "Yeah, very mature, Kinney. Very mature!" Linz is dragging her away, and I can only snicker. Like I'm the mature one here. That part has been snatched by a certain blond twink two years ago.

Justin kisses me again, and drags me into the house. "Dada 'n Jussie. Wanna play!" Justin's right, the little boy gets more and more like me with every passing day. Mel must be so pleased. When we don't respond immediately, my son repeats, louder this time, "Wanna play!" All eyes are turned to us, and I see the Spawn are actually gaping. I know what they expect now. That I tell Gus to leave me the fuck alone. Sorry to disappoint you, boys. Gus has already put all the toys he's brought on the floor around him, and I'm sinking down on my knees, Justin right by my side, and we begin to play with Gus' trucks. "Look, Dada. That's new. Momma bought it for me yesterday." Great, Mel can dote upon my son but I can't? I glare at Linz, and she flees to the kitchen, to help Deb. Sure.

About an hour later, dinner is served, and Gus demands to sit with his two daddies. He really said that. Mostly it's still Dada 'n Jussie, but Linz tells me that when they were asked to explain about their families at kindergarten, Gus actually said that he had two mommies who he was living with, and two daddies who were always taking him on small adventures. Yeah, like that trip to the fucking zoo two weekends ago. Justin and Gus were annoying that poor llama they have, and of course it was just a question of time until it did its worst. But who got llama spit all over his new leather jacket? Justin? No! Gus? Once again a resounding no! It was me. Me! Who was standing in the background, watching my two kids and their antics. I got spit at, not them! Gus thought it was hilariously funny, and Justin actually threatened to draw a picture of me and the llama.

Anyway, so Gus is now sitting on my lap, eating some mashed potatoes that Justin is giving him. I don't quite get what happens, but suddenly Gus is laughing like mad, the potatoes coming out of his mouth and nose, and all over my shirt. And once again, the Spawn are staring at me. And I think I finally realise what's going on. Their own father never really wanted to get married, and must have blamed it all on his sons. So whenever they misbehaved... Fuck! I think they are in for a big surprise now. I just raise my eyebrow at my Sonny Boy, and shake my head. "Justin? Care to help me straighten out my son? And myself for that matter?" I wink, and he just glares. What? I thought I was being ridiculously romantic just now. After all, I'm asking him for help here. And Brian Fucking Kinney never asks for help.

"Um, let me take care of Gus," Linz picks up our son, "And Justin can take you to the bathroom upstairs, and clean up this mess that once was your shirt." She winks at me, and I hear Deb groan, "Don't forget there are minors in the house..."

My nephews seem to be confused now, and Justin comes to our rescue. "Okay, Deb. No food battle. We got it." When did he get so smart? I catch Jen's eyes, and she just... Was she just flashing me a tiny little smile? Holy fucking shit. Does that mean that my mother-in-law actually likes me? Oh my God! Before I can start to really appreciate the surreal situation, though, Justin drags me up the stairs and into the bathroom. "I think we better take off your shirt now, and let it dry for a little bit. We should be able to get it all..." I stop him before he can get into more details here – in the most effective of ways.

When we break apart – panting – I realise something. "You know, Sunshine. You've been living here for so long, but still we never managed to fuck in the bathroom. Why is that?" He shrugs. "I think we have to remedy that, don't you?" He's already reaching for the lube, and then he turns and presents his bare bubble butt to me, and that's all it takes. And we really are quiet. I'm actually biting his shoulder to keep from groaning when I shoot my load up his ass. I know, I'll be paying for this once we get home, but I'm actually looking forward to it.

Once our breathing is back to normal, he takes care of my shirt, and he was right once again. This is really getting old. So, when we get down to the others, my shirt is almost as good as new, and we aren't grinning like fucking imbeciles anymore. Debbie still takes me aside, "You fucking asshole. Now I have to go and clean up the bathroom. Thanks ever so much!" My, my, my. Someone's pissed. But is it my fault that Justin has such a lovely ass? I simply can't resist him. Oh shit. I'm so screwed.

After Deb is done with me, Claire steps up. "I never thought I'd live to see the day Brian Kinney sits on the floor to play with his son." I arch an eyebrow at her. "And then, when Gus smeared his food all over you, you didn't explode like ... you know..." Oh yes, I do know. "Thank you, Brian. For allowing us to come here, and to see you like this. Especially with Gus – and Justin. You really love him, don't you?" I keep on glaring, but I nod nonetheless. "And he loves you, Brian. You are so lucky to have him." You don't say. "It's amazing that after all the terrible things that happened to you both, you still are able to have such a loving relationship..."

That's it. I don't ... can't... Claire looks startled, almost fearful. Fuck! And I do something completely out of character. I pull her into my arms and kiss her cheek. "Thanks for coming. Thanks for trying to, you know, fix things. And..." I draw back, catching her eyes, "You are right, I'm lucky to have Justin. Just ... don't tell him I said so, okay. His head is big enough as it is..." She swats my arm, and I know she got the pun. She's smart after all. Well, she's a Kinney...

At some point, I catch the boys on the floor with Gus, playing amiably. It's unbelievable. Just like the stuff Justin just told me. So dearest Ian isn't going to jail after all. Well, I suppose a strait-jacket will fit him just fine. And all those padded walls – just perfect. But I know that a small part of Justin is still pained by all of this, so I keep my gloating to a minimum. I hate this, I really do. It's not his fault, for fuck's sake. None of the shit that happened was his doing. If, and I repeat, if anyone can be blamed other than the fiddler, it is me. Because I was, well... My behaviour back then was for shit. That birthday present... Gods, what was I thinking? Well, next year there will be something truly special, and I hope he will like it. Jen and I are still busy searching, but I'm hopeful that we will find us a proper home in three months. A real home, for just the two of us – and our family, of course. With no history of tricks and fucked-up parties...

But one step at a time. Christmas is coming up first. And New Year's. And for the first time, I really feel like celebrating. Jen already told me that there's no way out of family dinner at her condo on Christmas Day – she actually talked things over with Deb, and my surrogate mom has moved her traditional dinner to the 26th. Now isn't that nice? Twice as much turkey, potatoes... Shit. I think I will have to live on the fucking Stairmaster after the Holidays are over. And who is the reason why I'm doing all of this? The fucking blond twink standing next to me right now. Like he always does. Uh-huh. I'm so fucking pathetic, I know...