Chapter 26 - Moving Day

Justin

He is so full of shit! He actually had the guts to send me downstairs to sort through my stuff and watch Gus while the grown-ups decided the really important things. Fucker! Brian Kinney a grown-up. That's the joke of the year. Honestly, if he ever decides to stop being an ad-exec, he's a bright shining career as a comedian just waiting for him. Asshole! The nerve! And to think that those vital decisions have to do with his fucking clothes... He didn't want the right wardrobe, so I said I'd take it. But then the left wasn't good enough, either. So, we switched again. Somehow, he still wasn't satisfied and I finally upended the box with our casuals right there on the floor. That went down very well. Yes – with me being banned from upstairs until such time as I stopped acting like a fucking child. Me! When he was hovering over his precious Prada, Armani and God-knows-what like a hawk.

Gus is drawing in his book once more, and I'm trying my best not to snap at him. That wouldn't be fair since he has no control over what his father is doing. Fuck! Sometimes I think Gus is more mature than Brian. And that's completely fucked, isn't it? "Dada mean to Jussie?" I nod, and feel some of my anger dissipate already. Gus crawls over to where I'm sitting on the floor of the living room – I'm sifting through my sketch-books like the idiot upstairs demanded – and once he reaches me, he gets to his feet and gives me a huge hug. "Dada gotta be nice to Jussie. Want Jussie happy." Why don't you tell that imbecile who calls himself your father? I pull the little boy into my lap, and he grins. "Jussie? Play with trucks?" I have to chuckle at that, and nod at Gus. He squeals with delight, and moments later the floor is scattered with Gus' favourite trucks.

I don't think I heard Linz enter, but suddenly she kneels next to me, smiling. "You know, just ignore him. He's ... well, experiencing a major queen-out. We're talking about his beloved clothes, after all." I'm tempted to give her the finger. But I can't do that in front of Gus, so I just grumble. "And lets not forget that this is really big for him. Moving into a house – an actual home... None of us ever expected anything like that – least of all him. It must scare him quite a bit." He's an interesting way of showing that he's scared. Then again, he's Brian Fucking Kinney, and Brian never does things the normal way. "He's basically giving up the life he led for more than a decade – to be with you. He loves you, Justin. And that frightens him." I'm staring at the toy in my hand, and at Gus, playing happily in our house. Our house. Fuck, it is scary. "He's been living with this silly notion that love didn't exist for so long, and then you came along, turning his whole world upside down. And you know how he reacted to that."

I swallow around the lump in my throat. "He tried to push me away, telling me he didn't do repeats, didn't do love, didn't do relationships." She smiles wistfully. "And yet, he did all those things with me. And if it hadn't been for the bashing..." Ever since I regained my memories of the Prom, I couldn't get this question out of my head. What would have happened had Chris Hobbs... Would Brian have taken the plunge and told me? It had been so obvious that he loved me when he danced with me, smiling that open smile he's reserving for Gus and me. But 'what if' is a dangerous game. You get caught up in your fantasies, and the real life passes you by.

Linz seems to be able to read my mind, and embraces me. "I think we can agree on one thing – he freaked out, right? Everything was fine as long as no one pointed out the obvious to him. I remember that one time – right after the break-in. He was making this list of things that had been stolen, and I told him that there was only one thing that was missing and couldn't be replaced. You. I could see the fear in his eyes, because he knew I was right. But of course he couldn't admit it, could he? You were the trick who wouldn't leave, after all. When in reality you were so much more." I never knew that. Maybe that was the reason why he came after me. Could it be that he cared so much – openly, I mean. I know he loved me, but those feelings were still buried in his subconscious. "Point is, whenever his life is about to change drastically, he lashes out. As can be seen right now."

Oh great. So I've to be all nice and gentle to poor little Brian? Fuck that! "Linz? Do you think this is something I do every day? Moving in with my partner? Or rather, moving with my partner. This is just as unusual for me. And a big step! Do you seriously expect me to swallow everything he throws my way?" Shit, the anger's rising again and I feel like I'm going to burst any time now. "If he's not ready for this, then why is he doing it? I'd rather stay at the loft forever than have him do something he doesn't really want. Something he'll resent me for." I've to get out of here before I'm saying something unforgivable in front of Gus. I storm out of the living room and make my way through the hall and the study into my studio. Linz is on my heels, of course. "Honestly, if this isn't something he feels comfortable with, he shouldn't be doing it. I mean, back then he didn't care about my fucking feelings, why should now be any different?" My allergies have caught up with me, and I'm shedding angry tears.

Linz hugs me, and I try to push her away, but fail. "Justin ... think! Back then, had he really wanted to get rid of you, he would have found a way. He wouldn't have taken you back to his place time and again, and he certainly wouldn't have taken you in. Admittedly, it was too soon that first time, but after the bashing... He let you stay, didn't he? Even after you were better. Because he wanted you around. Besides, when have you known Brian Kinney to do anything he didn't want?" Fuck you, Linz. Fuck you for being so damn clever. "I know he behaved like an infantile asshole just now, but before long he'll be down here to apologise. I wouldn't be surprised if he dragged you into the bathroom to ... show you his appreciation..." Brian and apologise? What have you been taking, Linz?

"Hands off, Linz! Or I'll be forced to use the pliers." Um. Brian is downstairs... Maybe Linz wasn't wrong after all. "Lindsay? Would you excuse us for a second? Besides, you better check up on our son – he's trying to build the Pisa Tower with his trucks..." Linz chuckles and whispers, "I told you so..." before kissing my cheek. Then she's gone, and Brian and I are left behind. "Justin, I ... I... Fuck! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made such a fuss about my clothes, I know. I just... This is really happening, isn't it? We are building a fucking home together. It's scary..." Okay. This is creepy indeed. Brian Kinney is apologising...

"Bri, if you're not sure about this, we can postpone it. I mean, it's no big deal." The fuck it isn't. But since he doesn't want to be the adult here, I have to be. And I have to give him an easy out, even though it would break my heart to go back to the loft now. He sighs, and for a moment I think he's going to take me up on my offer. But then...

"Having second thoughts, Taylor? Now that it's come to it, life with me doesn't seem such a good idea anymore, does it?" How does he do it? Every time we have an argument of sorts, he manages to turn my own words against me. "Well, it's too late now. Don't you remember? There's no turning back. I'm not postponing anything. So you better accept the inevitable." He smirks, and sticks his tongue into his cheek. "You are going to be the mistress of the house, so you better start acting the part." He comes closer, his patented grin still firmly in place, and fuck, he makes me so horny that I'm almost forgetting what this was all about. Almost. "So, as generous as your offer is, I'm going to decline. I want you, here with me." Yes, I can see that you want me, Mr Kinney. But before I can give in to his bedroom eyes, I have to make sure that we're doing the right thing.

"Are you absolutely sure, Bri? I know you never do anything you don't want to, but this... Fuck, it's big. It's a commitment – for everyone to see." That's why I loved the idea so much. I mean, it doesn't matter where we live, as long as we're together. But still ... this house... It symbolises something. It's like he's telling the world that the Stud of Liberty Avenue has finally accepted the fact that he's the consort of the King of Babylon. Shit, we have to go to Babylon again. I miss the thumpa thumpa. Things have been so crazy with the house, and the logo, and the diner, and Christmas... We simply didn't have any energy left at the end of the day to go anywhere but our bed. But I'm digressing. He's standing right in front of me now, gazing at me intently.

And he's still smirking. Fuck! "I think me going down on you at the backroom – when it was still open, that is – got that message across already, don't you think? I'm just ... a little nervous?" There's that boyish smile. "I want everything to be perfect, especially since the family will harass us in only a few days." Yeah, sure. You are scared shitless, Bri. And not because of the Christmas dinner. "I want us to be happy here, okay? And I'm afraid I'm doing a terrible job at it right now." No shit. "But I think I know how to remedy that..." Whoever said sex was no answer to any problem apparently didn't know Brian Kinney. That, or he never got any himself. Bri's dragging me into the bathroom, just like Linz had predicted, and as soon as the door is locked, his lips are all over me, and he tries to suck the air out of my lungs. Well, breathing is overrated anyway.

Our tongues are battling for dominance, and I can feel his hands on my back, then on my hips, and finally, he's cupping my crotch, stroking my hard-on through the fabric of my jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If he keeps this up, I'm going to come in my pants. I'm getting light-headed, and I know if I don't get some oxygen some time soon, I'm going to black out. And that would be a shame since I'd miss his lovely ministrations. Decisions, decisions... I'm breaking away eventually, panting rather heavily. He doesn't fare any differently, and I just love the way his pupils dilate with arousal. He drops down on his knees, cursing the hard tiles for a second, and I don't know if I should moan at the sight before me, or laugh at his annoyance. I choose the first option since it's still unbelievably hot to see him kneel before me, ready to blow me into oblivion – pun intended.

He makes short work of the button and the zipper, and soon my cock is free, standing proudly. He's licking his lips, and moments later I'm engulfed in wet heat. "Oh fuck!" We should argue more often if this is what will happen afterwards. Did I ever mention that he's a master in the art of fellatio? He swirls his tongue around my already leaking head, then strokes it down the pulsing vein, and I think I've died and gone to heaven. This kind of pleasure should be forbidden. Oh, it is, isn't it? Well, I'm glad to be a sinner in that case. My fingers find their way into his hair, and he's speeding up his movements, bobbing his head up and down quickly, and I feel my control slip from my grasp. "Going to ... oh shit ... come..." And the moment the words leave my lips, I am falling apart. Jesus fucking Christ! It feels like I'm coming for hours, and he drinks me down as if it was the most expensive wine – or whisky – he could get his hands on. But as hot as all of this is, it's the look in his eyes that really melts me. There's so much trust in them, so much love...

"Bri..." He licks me clean, and then rises to share my taste with me. Fuck, I came mere moments ago, and already my cock is twitching again. Brian chuckles, and urges me to turn around. I'm bracing myself against the wall, and shit, this reminds me of that day at the Munchers... But there won't be a new child this time around. This is just for Brian and me. His lubed fingers are preparing me, and then they are gone, replaced by something far more substantial. He grunts as he trusts into me, and doesn't give me time to get used to the intrusion but sets a fast pace, and all I can do is hang on for dear life. My cock is hard again, a condition that doesn't escape his attention for long. He brings one hand around me to stroke my dick while the other is on my hips, holding me in place. And it's good that he does because I feel quite weak all of a sudden. "Bri..." I repeat, and he chuckles.

"Something the matter, Sunshine?" How on earth can he form a coherent sentence when I feel like bursting? Doesn't seem fair to me, so I contract the muscles in my ass, gripping him tightly. "Oh fuck, Justin!" Okay, that's more like it. "I'm close..." Good. Very good! He speeds up his strokes and thrusts, moaning into my ear. "Come with me..." I always do, don't I? One more push into my channel does it for him – and for me. He spills himself deep inside of me, while I come all over his hand. We slump forward, and I only just manage to turn my face – else I might have a little problem with my nose... He's rubbing my stomach and places butterfly kisses on my neck. "So... Am I forgiven for behaving like a brat?" I hear the amusement in his voice, and can't help but chuckle. "I take that as a 'yes' then..." Oh, feel free to. He draws back, his spent dick slipping out of me. "Come on, we have to get back to work. Or Mel will put my Armani suits with the Gucci..." Oh my God! How terrible!

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Brian

It's hard to believe that after all the shit I heaved upon him, he's still here. And the way I behaved earlier... Fuck. Sometimes I'm truly wondering what I'm thinking. Or if I'm thinking at all before having a queen-out. And yes, I'm aware that my behaviour was nothing but one of my major queen-outs. I could have kissed Linz for going after him. I knew he was furious – and upset. Oh yes, hurting him has always been one of my easiest exercises. And back in our early days, I didn't care if he came around. Or maybe I did, but I wouldn't admit it to myself. Today, however, I realised what I had done. And I knew that I had to make amends. But how? No apologies, no regrets. That was my credo for years. I mean, I learnt how to regret things. Fuck, I always knew how to do that. But apologising is another story.

Funny enough, it was Mel who straightened me out. "You are such an asshole, Kinney. What did you do that for? If I were in his shoes, I would have kicked your sorry ass a long time ago. It's just your clothes, for fuck's sake. And he's your partner! So tell me, which of the two is more important? The welfare of your Armani and Prada stuff, or his? You treat him like a child while you're the one who behaves the part." I hated to admit it, even to myself, but she was right. "And if you're really lucky, you just made him wonder if this was such a good idea after all. Remember Linz? When everything went wrong before the wedding and she wanted to call it all off? You're on the best way to get Justin to do the same..." That's what made me go down, willing to grovel if need be. But I didn't have to. I only had to lay myself bare again. But what's new?

And when he suggested that we wait... For a second I felt like he had just punched me in the stomach. Or worse. Then I remembered it was born of his own anxiousness and my actions, and I knew how to take his mind off things. And we had to christen downstairs bathroom, anyway. Shit, the thought of it alone makes me want to ravish him again. I was so wrong when I thought that I needed to fuck a new guy every night, because repeats would be boring. With Justin things are different, they always were. Well, he never was a trick to begin with. Or I wouldn't have taken him to the hospital with me, wouldn't have asked him to name Gus... Gus, who's running towards me as we enter the living room. "Dada mean to Jussie! Dada say sorry!" Um. Now even my son is up against me.

Justin chuckles as I get down on my knees – they fucking hurt by the way – and catch my Sonny Boy's eyes. "I know I've been mean to Jussie. And I said I was sorry." I smirk and wink at Justin. "And more..." My blond twink blushes, and I'm smiling rather self-satisfied. Gus is hugging me all of a sudden, telling me that I'm a good ... did he call me a boy? Well, he's heard it often enough – Be a good boy, Gus. "Now, Justin tells me that you've been busy being an artist yourself. Wanna show me your latest masterpiece?" Gus beams and reaches for the colouring book he's been working on. "Did Auntie Claire give this to you?" He nods. "Well, be sure to show it to her on Thursday." He nods again.

"Can I play with..." His brows furrow, and he's so cute when he's thinking about something. And then his face lights up. "Can I play with Peter 'n John?" Uh-oh. Don't tell me he actually likes the ex-Spawn. Justin made me stop referring to my beloved nephews as the Spawn, so I went for the next best thing – they are the ex-Spawn now. And Gus likes them. Shit! That will surely give me nightmares. "Dada? Can I?" Justin tells Gus not to worry, and that he can play with his cousins for as long as he wants. And his Aunt Molly. Yes, that's also new. Molly finally figured out that since Justin is something like Gus' second dad, that would make her his aunt. And now she demands to be called 'Aunt Molly'. I swear that girl is worse than the Spawn – sorry – the ex-Spawn and my dearest mother combined. On a bad day.

Gus is bouncing, and that reminds me of Emmett. "Jus?" He gives me a Sunshine smile, apparently loving it when I'm calling him this. "It's nearly half past eleven, so someone should head back to the loft to pick up Emmett – if he shows up at all." Well, someone does show up, at that very moment. "And look who's here. Kat and Mr De Valera. How's life treating you? And where did you leave that Petruchio of yours, Kat? And that dashing Michael Collins?" Kathleen and Eamon glare daggers at me, but that's perfectly alright with me. They wanted to be our friends, they've to live with the consequences. I'm not going to change for them. The only person I am willing to change for is the twat who just slaps the back of my head. I catch his hand, and give him my tongue-in-cheek grin, "You know, next time you do this, I'm going to cut off your hand."

Gus hears that, of course, and helps Justin to free his hand from my grip. "Oh, don't you worry, Sonny Boy. I'm only making fun. Justin knows that I would never do something like that, don't you, honey?" Oh, I know how badly he wants to stick out his tongue, but he won't do it in front of Gus. Damned WASPish upbringing. For me it was just "You're going to hell" morning, noon, and night. And the occasional beatings. Justin hates it when I make fun of my childhood like this, but what the hell. This is better than sitting down and wallowing in self-pity like Claire has been doing for ages. Well, she isn't doing it anymore. "So, you'll go to the loft, yes? Maybe you can take Eamon with you? After all, he's straight so I won't have to worry..."

Kathleen glares and asks why she can't go. Justin covers Gus' ears with his hands while I explain, "He fucked Daphne. And he almost fucked Mel. I'm not leaving him alone with a woman again – lesbian, straight or whatever else there is. Moreover, you are one scary lot and I don't want you to infect him. He's dykish enough as it is." I didn't know that her facial complexion could actually match the red of her hair. Boy was I mistaken. "And don't try denying it, Sunshine. I've seen you and Linz. Exchanging recipes? What's next?" He just smirks and I'm getting scared here. If Justin and Linz ever join forces against me, I'm finished.

"Oh, I don't know, Brian. We could have a go at your study. You know, turn it into something really – what was that word again you're always using? – artsy? Yes, we could do that, couldn't we Justin?" Fuck, I really hate Lindsay. "Or, what else could we do... Hmm. We could go crazy in your garden in spring. You know – flowers here, flowers there. All following a certain colour scheme, of course. And maybe a little gazebo. And a sandbox for Gus, and a swing..." She continues and I can see Justin's eyes sparkle. Yup, I hate him as well. Here I always thought that Melanie was my nemesis. Oh no. She's Mother Teresa compared to those two.

I reach for Gus and place him on my lap. "Do you hear that, Sonny Boy. Your Mommy and Jussie are going crazy. Let's go upstairs and check on Momma. Okay?" He nods and pads over to the stairs – after slobbering all over my face, naturally. "As for you, Sunshine. You better get to the loft, or Emmett is going to demonstrate once again that he's the biggest queen under the sun." He smirks and kisses me, and I find myself promising a repeat of our little bathroom show. When Eamon and Justin are finally gone, I turn to Lindsay. "And you... You will stop putting ideas in his head. He's still young and easily influenced. Look at how well he and Mikey get along all of a sudden. Must be someone's bad influence..." And I'm not at all happy about it. Oh no. Far from it.

"Dada! You coming?" Be right there, Sonny Boy... There's just a few things I have to explain to your mother. But she won't let me. She's pushing me towards the stairs, and that's that. "Dada!" My, my, my. Someone is short-tempered. Must be Linz' genes cause I'm never irritable. Not in the least. 'Yeah, you're a perfect little angel, Kinney. You wish!' No, I don't. I prefer to be a sinner, thank you very much. Especially with Justin. Oh fuck! I'm such a lesbian. "Dada!" Gus is sitting on the first step, waiting for me to watch out for him while he climbs the stairs. At least the Munchers did something right. "Dada... Watch me, Dada." He holds onto the rail, slowly moving up. "You watching, Dada?" I smile, and tell him that I'm right behind him.

Mel is waiting for us at the top, and she has this wistful expression on her face that makes me break out in a sweat. "You know, you never wanted to be a full-time parent, I know that. But maybe you and Justin should reconsider. Cause you are doing a fabulous job..." Melanie Marcus is complimenting me?! Am I sick and about to die and no one informed me of it? What the fuck is going on? "Now don't look so shocked. I mean it. Gus enjoys himself immensely when he's with the two of you, don't you, my angel?" She hugs Gus – as well as she can with that belly of hers – and my son nods his head. "See. Maybe I should mention it to Justin..."

"Do that, and you're done for. I mean it." I glare. "I already told your wife to stay away from my partner. And to not put any ideas in that blond head of his. I don't want to be a full-time parent, okay?" She just raises her eyebrow. "Melanie! I'm serious here. I want to be able to close the door and be alone with Justin – utterly and completely alone. Okay?" But I can't leave it at that. No. I have to add a sentence that will get me into trouble, I'm sure of it. "At least for the next couple of years." She grins like the cat who got the cream – and I'm going to puke right here, right now because of that mental image. She's not saying anything. She just starts to whistle and walks into the master bedroom. My life is so fucked!