Chapter 31 - One Down...

Brian

It's been three days now. Three days of hoping – against hope really – and of waiting for the inevitable. The call from Youth Welfare came today. I just hung up on Mel. She's fucking freaking. That might be understandable given the situation, but it's still driving me nuts. It's not like she has to worry about the legal documents – those are watertight. And there is no way Gus and Jenny could be better off anywhere but at the Munchers'. Even if they are dykes. Doesn't mean they can't be wonderful parents, does it? And then there's Justin and I. Plus the rest of our family. So we might not be your stereotypical story-book family, but so what? We love each other, and shouldn't that be the most important thing? It certainly is in my book. When I signed over my parental rights, that was my sole reason. Justin had been right back then. Gus deserved two parents who loved him. Not that fucking frog-eater.

My gaze shift to my wrist watch – it's almost five p.m. and Justin said he'd be here shortly after five. He was going to meet with Daphne today – she must have been wondering if he was still alive... Shit. That reminds me that I've yet to enlist her for my little surprise. After all, next to me it's Daphne who's really close to my Sunshine. Yeah, I know... My Sunshine. I'm a fucking dyke. I'm making a note to phone her tomorrow when I hear someone step into my office. "I already feared you'd run off with someone new..." But it isn't Justin who's giving me a tense smile right now. It's Claire. Only a few months ago there would have been no doubt about her motives for calling unannounced, but now... Now I'm really hoping that she'll be on our side in this whole shit. That would be a huge blow to our dearest mother. "I guess you heard..." She nods. Yes. Joanie was probably trying to find allies.

"She's unbelievable." Well, that sounds promising. "I truly don't understand her anymore." Truth be told, I never did. "She actually tried to get information our of us, things she could use against you. And she was giving one of her speeches again. About how you and the likes of you would go to hell, and how God turned His face away from you." Yes, it's the same old story. "It got so bad that John finally told her to be quiet. She was startled to say the least. But you know what really shut her up? He told her that Peter and he loved their new family. That your house is so much warmer than hers. And then he dealt her the final blow. He said that she'd been lying whenever she told them something about their uncle. That you loved them like the rest of your family. And that neither you nor Justin were abominations... I think I was never so proud of them..." I have to smile – first at Claire and then at Justin who appeared just in time to hear my sister's words.

"I don't think our charming mother took that too well, did she? To think that the boys would side with their depraved uncle after all her poisonous words. Next thing you'll tell me that you threw her out of your house." Claire smirks. "You didn't! Have you no respect for the woman who gave birth to you?" She shrugs and Justin starts giggling. "I have you know, Sunshine, that this is no laughing matter. Because who knows how far Joanie would go? She might get the impression that Claire isn't fit to be a mother. After all, she allows her sons to socialise with perverts such as ourselves." Justin's only reaction is another chuckle before he ventures to inform me that he's damn proud of his perversion and if anyone has a problem with it, it's in fact their problem. But Claire turns pale.

"If she tries that, she no longer has a daughter. And... You don't think she'd succeed, do you?" Of course I don't. Not after witnessing the progress Claire and the boys have made over the past weeks and months. They still have a long way to go, but they are on the right track. And they have their new family to watch out for them. Especially Justin. He has taken this matter to heart and is set on seeing the three of them through this. Just like he was always there to – oh fuck it – to help me. Even if I didn't want him to. Even if I told myself that accepting anyone's help was a weakness. He didn't give a flying fuck... Until Chris Hobbs came along. And the zucchini man. And the fiddle fuck. But then he was with me again, thanks to Mikey. Back where he belonged. Back where we belonged. Oh shit. I'm still my mushy self it seems. Fuck!

I walk over to Claire, giving her a big hug, something that would have been impossible just four months ago. "We won't let her succeed, we'll never let her succeed. No matter what she tries." She smiles. "We'll be there for each other. After all, that's what families are for, right?" Claire nods, and I can't believe that I – Brian Fucking Kinney – would say something like that. I guess I should stop comparing the old Brian with my new self. It's only making me anxious. It's making me wonder if I was doing the right thing when turning my life upside down, when I only have to look at Justin to know that it's been more than worth it. And I'm going to let him know how I feel – in only three months. I'm going to do something that had been unthinkable so far. And maybe, just maybe, it will put his doubts – and I realise he still has some – to rest forever.

But that's our future. And as much as I'm looking forward to it, I have to concentrate on our present. And that means a fight with the woman who calls herself my mother. Fuck. Cuckoos are better parents than Jack and Joanie ever were. "Claire? She won't win, okay? Let the authorities check up on us, they won't find anything. And anyway..." I push my tongue into my cheek, noticing the shudder that runs through my partner. Later, Sunshine, later. "I think once Father Tom had a go at Joanie..." He had assured us of his support. So whatever happens, he'll be there with us. Just like he will be there when Justin and I... 'Stop it, Kinney. You are needed in the here and now.' Right. I can see that my little twink needs me quite a lot right now. "Um, why don't you go over to the Mun... – to Mel and Linz? Tell them about Mom and the boys. We'll be along – soon." She grins and nods, whispering that I should have fun and such. Fucking Twilight Zone.

"You're impossible, Mr Kinney." Justin giggles while locking the office door. Yup, I am. Now can we move on from that? He advances on me, shedding his coat and sweater as he goes. "Missed you..." Yeah, it's terrible to be away from me, I know. "Need you inside me..." Well, after almost ten hours without fucking... "Need you, Bri. Now!" Who am I to refuse him? I push him against my desk, sucking the air out of his lungs while making short work of my own clothes. And as he divests himself of his pants and underwear, I'm clearing the desk, sending papers flying. Before long, he's lying across the desk and I'm thrusting into his tight little ass, and I feel like I'm coming home all over again. That's what he does to me. It's why I couldn't get enough of him during those first weeks and months. It's why I went against everything I believed in. It was as if my body recognised its mate – and how pathetic does that sound? – a long time before I did.

I might have been more than annoyed whenever he showed up, but my cock was cheering. I hadn't joked when telling Mikey that Justin had almost worn me out our first night. And that had never happened before – or after. Only with him. He was driving me crazy – still is, for that matter – but I never could stop myself from touching him, slinging my arm around his shoulders, twining our fingers, ruffling his hair – okay, that's new. And it just shows how far gone I am. Did I realise what I was doing? Hell yes! But I didn't want to label it. Hence I kept tricking. And whenever anyone called Justin my boyfriend, or said that we were a couple, or worse, that we were in a relationship, I freaked. No matter how true it all was. And then I almost lost him. I'm giving a hard thrust to make sure that he's here now. That he's no figment of my imagination like he was the night after the Rage party. When I cried myself to sleep holding on to his sweater.

We have come full circle. The things he wanted back then ... well, I'm finally able to give them to him. Not because he needs them to know that I love him. I think that has been firmly established by now. No. I'm doing them for us. Because we are partners and every fucking relationship needs just a little romance. Right? Right. It all started with the little pseudo-picnic on the floor the night he came back. Then there were those three little words, and the trip to Paris. Not to mention the oh-so-romantic papers. And fuck, even his jealousy was something positive in the long run. And then there was the house. And now... Now I'm preparing this huge surprise for him, and I just hope that I don't die of this whole saccharine mess I've landed myself in. Well, he won't let me. Die, that is. Cause he has plans for us. I just know it. And once Mel lets certain things slip in front of him, those plans of his will grow in dimension. Am I scared? I guess I should be, but I'm not. This is Justin I'm talking about, and if I can't trust him, I'm really fucked.

"Hmm, Bri..." He's stroking his own engorged dick while I deliver a few more thrusts before coming inside of his lovely little bubble butt. "Love you," he mumbles, and if I wasn't so out of it right now, I'd probably give him what he calls my special smile. The one only three people get to see – Gus, Jenny, and of course Justin. When he first told me about it, I was giving him my what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about glare. But of course it didn't work. He's truly onto me. He smiles lazily, drained by his own orgasm that hit him as soon as I started to fall apart. I've never been so in tune with anyone else. No wonder there since it was always one fuck only. Justin knows all my special spots, just like I know his, and I don't think it'll ever be boring with him. On the contrary. There's always this feeling of finding myself in him... Oh shit. I really have to see Kathleen about this. It's highly disconcerting.

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Justin

This whole thing with his mother is getting to Brian, I can see it. Sure, he's denying it, but I know him too well to buy this shit. So it was great when something came up that took his mind off the Youth Welfare and such. That little hustler – who by now has come to be a constant fixture in Mikey and Ben's lives – he presented us with the prefect means of getting rid of Stockwell once and for all. Hunter apparently knew Dumpster Boy and could identify his last customer. A cop. Or rather, an ex-cop. And not just any ex-cop. No. Kenneth Rikert was the former partner of Pittsburgh's Police Chief. And after the sperm sample they got out of Jason Kemp's ass had been matched to Rikert... Well, it was obvious that Stockwell had covered his partner's ass – pun intended. The whole thing was just too funny, really. Mr Homophobe had been the partner of a fag. I'd just love to know if Stockwell had been aware of it.

Brian's only reply to my musings had been a cool "Leave it to a queen to turn anything into a drama." But he didn't mind the newest poster I drew up. However, it still didn't seem enough. And after Rikert committed suicide, Brian put together an ad. He said he'd pay for it himself, but luckily Deekins decided to support the Concerned Citizens for the Truth. I have to admit that one was a brilliant idea. Concerned citizens, indeed. Somehow the ad managed to wake up the people – particularly those living on Liberty. So when election day comes, Councillor Deekins can celebrate a landslide victory. And we – well, we enjoy an impromptu street party. The only thing that dampens our spirits a little – apart from the whole shit with Brian's mother – is that Mikey appears with Hunter at one point. Hunter's mother apparently showed up, wanting her son back. Yeah, to supplement her income. Apparently it had been her idea to make a hustler out of her son. It's just sick. But of course the authorities would never believe a pair of fags and a minor. So now Mikey and Hunter are on the run, in the Sharan no less.

I insist that we check up on Ben as soon as we can, because he is the one who stands in the line of fire right now. He seems alright when we get there, just pissed at us for lending Mikey the wheels. And some cash. And one of Brian's credit cards. Oh well, too bad. I just couldn't let them leave without some financial backing. Bri was rolling his eyes at me, right after trying Rage's powers of mind-control on me. Like he needs that if he wants to get into my pants. Anyway, Ben is pissed. But also relieved that Mikey and Hunter are safe – in a manner of speaking. He's just worried. Shit, I would be as well. Mrs Montgomery has the law on her side, after all. And there's pretty much nothing Ben and Mikey can do. Except for getting a good lawyer. But Mel has her own problems currently. Yes, that woman from Youth Welfare who'd come to visit last week was more than impressed with their home and stuff, but we're not off the hook yet. And whenever something new comes up, Brian is getting closer to killing his dearest mother. Why is it always mothers who have to stir up trouble, huh?

Nah, that's not true. Though I get the feeling that my own mother has secrets – with Brian. They have been meeting for lunch quite often lately, not to mention all the phone calls... And even Daph has joined forces with my partner. Great, just great. But back to the matter at hand. We try to calm Ben as well as we can, and also talk to Mel about a possible hearing and such. But when we all meet for lunch at the diner on Friday, I can see how stressed Ben really is. Okay, they meet and I work my shift. And I can't believe what Debbie tells us. She and Mikey are talking about three times a day – on the phone, that is. Brian just smiles at me and murmurs, "I know, it explains so much..." He's right there. It does explain quite a bit. Poor Ben. His partner is becoming more and more like his mother. And while I love Debbie, the thought of Brian becoming like her gives me the creeps. Not that this is likely to happen.

We are just about to leave Britin to go to Babylon that Friday night – the backroom has been reopened, yeah – when Father Tom shows up on our doorstep. Once we are settled in the living room – Brian is grumbling about wanting to get going because he so wants to fuck me in front of everyone – my favourite Catholic priest explains his unexpected visit. "Your mother came to church today." And that is surprising because... "She's heard from Youth Welfare, and they informed her that first of all those legal documents Mel drew up for you are as legit as can be, and second that the kids were in a loving environment and there was no reason for them to intervene. She was livid. And then she actually accused me of defying God's plan by helping you in your godless endeavour. I had to tell her that, since she did not agree with my way of teaching God's word, she might want to consider finding a new parish..." I almost spill my drink and Brian gasps.

"You threw her out of your church?" Father Tom shrugs. "That's brilliant. Better than anything I could have come up with. Cause this will really hurt her." Brian is still grinning to himself when we join Ted, Blake and Emmett at Babylon. "And he actually told her to find a new parish. Can you believe it? She must be so pissed – in a very snobbish way, of course. It's just too funny." Well, somehow I fail to see the funny part in this. So Joan's first attempt to get back at her son didn't work out. She'll turn towards Claire now. And maybe she'll have more luck this time around. After all, Claire is a single mom, and John and Peter weren't exactly sweet little kids until recently. Fuck it. I can't dwell on my thoughts though, because a certain ad-exec seems to be starving for action and drags me to the backroom.

"You know, you could have said something. What will our friends think?" Oh... Right. Em will think it's utterly adorable, and Ted and Blake will roll their eyes at Brian. Well, Ted will do that. Blake will probably agree with Emmett. Shit. Brian tells me to shut up, and pushes me into the wall, his hands already on the zipper of my pants. "You are impossible, I hope you know that, Bri. You wouldn't even let me finish my dr..." I'm being cut off most effectively, and while our tongues twine, he draws out my cock, stroking it to full hardness. When he breaks the kiss due to lack of air, he holds a condom and a small pack of lube. Sure, we don't need rubbers anymore, but it's different here in the backroom – or the baths. We might be safe without any protection, but the normal clientele here isn't. And if they see Brian Fucking Kinney do it without a condom... Well, it's just better this way. And we can always enjoy the perks of what people call unsafe sex at home.

He really startles me when he rolls the rubber over my cock and braces himself against the wall. I catch his gaze and he growls, "Well, go at it, Taylor. I told you we would do this once the backroom was reopened, so... Let's shock the masses." I look down at the lube – somehow it ended up in my hand – and he sighs, "Justin, I'm not going to ask you again. Just do it. Fuck me..." He reaches for my head, and we kiss softly. "And when we get home you can make love to me." For a second his hazel eyes are so open, so full of trust and ... vulnerability. I don't think he ever called it... Oh fuck. My hands are fucking trembling when I prepare him, and then I'm embedded in his tight heat, his groans attracting attention – which was the plan, I guess. And soon we are the main attraction of the backroom, and I just know that it will be up and down the whole of Liberty that the King of Babylon fucked Brian Kinney. If Deb is at the diner tonight, she might die of heart failure...

The muscles of his ass are contracting around me, bringing me out of my musings. And I realise that he's coming even though I haven't even touched him yet. The thought is so hot that I join him in ecstasy, and I slump forward, trapping him between the wall and my body. "Ouch!" Oh shit. "Sunshine! If you think I should get plastic surgery for my nose, just tell me, okay?!" He's chuckling, and I breathe a relieved sigh. I draw out, and he turns to our audience. "Show's over, boys. Go back to your own game, I'm taking my stud home now." Okay, that's even better than topping him at the backroom. He just claimed me as his in front of, um, half of gay Pittsburgh?! And then there's that look in his eyes. He remembers, and knows that I remember as well. My first Pride. When I told him to go and find a stud to dance. And he came after me, dancing with me to that corny old Abba song. Fuck, the waterworks are about to start again.

"Shh, don't spoil it all by allowing your allergies to kick in, Sunshine. Just enjoy your moment of glory." That effectively shuts off the tears and I arch an eyebrow at him. "Well, they envy you. After all, you get to top me, and it's an open secret that I have stopped tricking – for you. That you're my only trick now. And..." he adds with a sly grin, "they all want you. Who wouldn't. You have a fabulous bubble butt," he's a brilliant Emmett double, "and a perfect cock. I mean, why else do you think I bottom for you?" Oh, I don't know. Because you like it? "So stop thinking so much, and let's get back to the girls outside. They must be wondering where we went..." Sure. Like it's so hard to guess that. He ruffles my hair, and I think I'm melting here. I just love the way he always has to touch me...

"Ah, there they are. The Lost Twink and Peter Pan himself return." Brian tells Ted to shut up before ordering two Beams for us. "Seriously Brian, we were about to call missing persons. And we heard the oddest story..." Uh-oh. You better stop right here, Ted, if you know what's good for you. Then again, we are talking about Ted here, so... "A little bird told us that you took it up your ass in the backroom, Kinney. That the Stud of Liberty Avenue allowed the King of Babylon to top him." Brian just smirks and swallows the golden liquid in his glass. "But that was wrong, right? You wouldn't show your bottoming qualities in public..."

Tongue-in-cheek grin in place, Brian replies, "A bird you say? Was Emmett telling stories again?" Em just scowls. "But to answer your question... Yes, I do bottom from time to time for Justin..." Make that at least once every other day. "And I thought I could show these losers in there what I get at home." Was that a compliment? I think it was. "Cause it's something," his arm comes around my shoulders, "they will never get. The Kings of Babylon..." Hey! I slap his chest, and he glares, "Do you mind? As I was saying before the blond twink showed his dom side, the Kings of Babylon decided to forgo second best and settled down. And they have a better sex life than you, my dearest Theodore, could ever dream of. Even though things must be better now that you have Blake by your side again..." Um, and that was a roundabout way of saying that he's glad that Ted found someone as well. Kinney Manual – I worship thee.

I'm just feeling sorry for Em. He's such a warm and loving person, but he has no luck whatsoever when it comes to relationships. But I have faith. One of these days he will also meet his Prince Charming, and then our flamboyant queen will finally be happy. Right now, he's sipping his Cosmo, giggling at the little banter that simply belongs with Ted and Bri, and I drag him to the dance floor – and no, I'm not at all giddy when I see Brian switch into jealous / possessive mode. He follows us, and we three dance together for a while before Emmett slips away, and Brian and I begin our usual grinding that has us gasping for air after only one song. "Sunshine, I think it's time we head home so you can ... you know..." Oh yes, make love to you. And I do. We fall asleep wrapped around each other, and wake up the same way.

We enjoy our usual shower, then Brian calls the Munchers, and they are so happy that they invite us over for lunch. I'm just reaching for the Cheerios when Big Ben aka our door bell rings. It's Claire. In tears. "I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but... I didn't know where else to go. I... She did it. She really did. Youth Welfare called me last night, and they are going to send someone over on Monday or so. I've just talked to Mom. She ... she called me a disgrace and... Oh God, what if they take the boys away from me? What do I do, Brian?" Fuck. I knew it. I fucking knew it!