Chapter 33 - Curiosity Killed the Cat

Brian

Justin is grinning all the way home, and once we draw the door shut behind us, curiosity gets the better of him. "So tell me. What were you doing with Hunter in the men's room, huh? He seemed pretty shaken when you got back." I smirk. Someone's jealous... Not that I intended for this to happen, but it's a nice bonus. Because jealous Justin means passionate and possessive Justin – and that's always a good thing. Okay, so maybe I wasn't always of that opinion, but once I stopped being a fucking prick about things – most of the time, that is – I noticed that I loved this more forceful side of my Sunshine. And as long as he's not really thinking that I'm cheating on him – like he did the night before our anniversary and Gus' second birthday – this little jealous streak of his only adds to our ... um ... okay, our love life. There, I said it. Love life. Because it hasn't been mere sex or fucking for ages. If it ever was. Shit, I'm going in circles here...

"Come on, Brian... What did you do to him?" I snicker. Why, I didn't do anything to him. Just explained a few things. You could also say I was turning breeder again, defending my little wifey. Cause whenever Hunter hit on me, he basically dismissed Justin. And I'm having none of that. He's got enough of that shit from Mikey during our first eighteen months or so. Boy Wonder, or the trick that refused to leave – those were the things Justin had to put up with on an almost daily basis. And what did I do? Nothing. Turned a blind eye. Or maybe I thought that it would drive the blond twink away at some point. But he was resilient to Mikey's cruelty. Just like he was to mine – most of the time. Being mean to me has never really worked. And I'd relied on that – on some subconscious level at least. Yes, part of me had always relied on that, the same part that had known all along that Justin was for keeps. That he could be the one. Shit, I sound like Linz. Great. No, not great. Perfect! Anyway, the problem was that it did work – being mean to Justin that is. After the bashing, when we should have talked about stuff instead of running away from it – okay, I was running, dragging him with me against his will. First there was Mikey with his stupid comment about me pitying Justin, and then there was me. Oh yes, between the two of us we tore Justin to shreds.

Well, ain't going to happen again. Ever. I've learnt my lesson. And even if Justin seemed to be enjoying the attention he received right after the little hustler made another move on me, I had to end it. Because I never ever want to see uncertainty creep back into his eyes. Cause whenever he was sure of his place in my life, I somehow managed to blow it. And quite often I had help. Chris Hobbs, Mikey, the fucking fiddler... Or that little piece of shit who had to get back at Justin because I had turned him down. That night, when we exchanged our non-vows, I promised myself that I'd never give him reason to doubt us again. And I fucking meant it. Even if that entailed that I was becoming a dyke. Oh well. Things could be worse, I guess. Cause there are some feisty dykes out there. Just look at Mel. Fuck! I just complimented Mel – if only in my mind. This is just too fucked up.

"Spill it." Thank you, Sunshine, for disrupting this strange and slightly scary train of thoughts... "You know I'll figure it out, anyway." Oh yes. I know. He's got this special way of getting me to reveal my fucking soul to him, so... Except, there are of course a few things I'd never make him privy to. Cause that would spoil all my fun. He bats his lashes, "But you can choose how we go about this." Uh-huh? You have my full attention. "Tell me now and get a special reward," he wiggles his eyebrows, "or spend a sleepless night, confess in the morning, and waste precious time we could use for far more enjoyable things." He runs his tongue over his lower lip, and I can feel my cock respond instantly. Little fucker! I swear if I didn't love him so much, I'd have kicked him out a long time ago. Yeah, right. As if. The thought of a life without Justin in it is ... it's fucking terrifying. When I saw him walk away with Ian, I felt as if I was suffocating. So yeah, after that there's a fat chance that I throw him out of my life. Or that I allow him to walk away again. I love him, and then there's also the fact that he gives spectacular head, which is always an important selling point.

Justin grows impatient and switches tactics. He pushes out his lower lip, his eyes cast downward. He really is amazing. He can swap from wheedle mood to pouty mood in the blink of an eye. I guess if he ever thought of leaving his art behind, he could be a great actor. I would love to continue along those lines for a while longer, but then I remember one thing about pouty Justin. Whenever he does it, it only serves to make me really hard and bothered. And today is no exception. My cock is already leaking pre-come, and I need some sort of friction. Now! I growl and push Justin against the wall. "You want to know what happened, do you, Sunshine?" Blue eyes meet mine, and the eagerness in them almost makes me laugh. Almost. I guess I would if I wasn't so horny. So instead, I place my hands on either side of his head and press my denim-clad groin into his, eliciting a moan of need. Now that is something to work with. I can feel his own erection rub against mine. It's stretching the material of his cargo pants almost to bursting point, and I smirk because he can't be very comfy right now. But he deserves to be tortured, just a little bit.

"I told him..." I run the tip of my tongue along his elegant neck up to the lobe of his ear, "...that..." Now I'm biting down on that enticing piece of flesh for a moment, only to soothe the pain with gentle strokes of my tongue, "...he should find someone else to hit on." I blow into his ear, and he shudders. So responsive... Well, he always was. Maybe a little too responsive when I jerked him off while on the phone with Mel our first night. But I guess I thought 'Fuck the new duvet. I'm not done with him,' and that was why I took him with me. Or maybe it was something else – something I can't even grasp now. I'm lowering my voice to an almost-whisper, and tell him conspiratorially, "Because, you see, I'm in a relationship with this little blond twink, and we're monogamous..." I kiss a trail to his enticing lips, "And I actually love my partner. So ... um ... you better don't tell him about us, okay? Cause he might get jealous..." I lick his bottom lip, and he's moaning again – louder this time. "Besides, Hunter's something like Mikey's son, so I'd be fucking my nephew..." And finally I'm claiming my prize, my tongue delving into that wet cavern, eager to greet its mate, and soon they slide together just like our bodies. But it's not nearly enough...

He's shrugging off his coat, and I have to admit that this is one of his smarter ideas – like he has dumb ones; that's Mikey's prerogative – and so I do the same. As soon as that particular piece of clothing is gone, his deft fingers make short work of the buttons of my shirt – I knew there was a reason why I put one on today, even though he was giving me one of his Mother Justin looks, telling me that it was still too cold for just a shirt and the leather coat. And once he pushed the garment off my shoulders, his fingers return to map my bare chest. The moment they brush over my right nipple, I have to break the kiss. "Fuck." This is getting a little too intense for foreplay. The little shit just chuckles and tells me that had been his general idea. He's referring to the fucking part, of course. I've to hand it to him – even when his body hums with need and arousal, he still keeps his wits about him. Well, except for that first night when he was babbling inanely. But it was kinda endearing as well. Oh shit, did I just think that? Endearing?! Fuck that!

Those nimble fingers brush over my nipple again, and shit, my cock is twitching, and if Justin keeps up his ministrations, I'm going to embarrass myself. And I'm no longer a fucking teenager, am I? I should have at least some self-restraint. But that seems to go right out of the window the moment he so much as breathes my way. Pathetic – I know. But also one of the reasons why we've come so far. Cause if it hadn't been for the sexual tension between us, I wouldn't have gone back for more. I wouldn't have broken my rules for him. Maybe he'd have weaselled his way into our little family. But he wouldn't have become my partner – my fucking non-husband. And by the time I realised what was going on, it was too late. He was an essential part of my life, and it didn't even take him very long. I guess it was when his father found out about him, and I stood up for him without a second thought. Of course I had to go and screw up, because I wasn't ready. Well, I'm more than ready now. Ready to stand up for him and accept the facts. But right now, I'm also ready for quite another thing...

I catch his wayward hands, raising them over his head. Might as well get rid of his sweater while I'm battling with my libido. His eyes have darkened to a midnight blue, the pupils are dilated, and that small smile upon his lips is driving me crazy. So if I don't want to come in my pants, I've to act – quickly. I spin him around and grind my dick into his perfect bubble butt. I can't wait to be buried in his tight heat and that thought alone almost makes me lose it then and there. Fuck it all. And fuck self-restraint. I'm just a guy after all, a guy who's life revolved around sex and only sex for years. Until I met a blond twat under a street lamp and learnt that there are other things... But not right now. Right now I want to take him up against the wall, and I will. "Oh, Shit! Brian!" None other, Sunshine. I hope you didn't expect anyone else... "Please ... please tell me you didn't do this with Hunter." Little fucker! As if I'd touch that sack of shit, pardon my French. I meant that charming hustler.

My hands undo his cargos, and they drop to the floor, pooling around his feet. His briefs join them before long, and I barely have the time to free my cock and lube it. I have to be inside him, have to! I'm pushing inside and he's groaning, only half in pleasure. Shit. I guess I should have prepped him, at least a little bit. But I just couldn't. He's simply driving me nuts. Well, the least I can do now is give him a little time to get used to the intrusion. And he's still waiting for an answer, right? So I lean forward, my hands seeking his, and while I twine our fingers, I'm breathing into his ear, "Oh, I'm sure he would have liked it, but as I was saying, I have this partner..." I can't believe he has the guts to chuckle now. He's at my mercy after all, and he laughs! Fucker! And then he pushes back, and that's the only invitation I need.

After a few hard thrusts, I'm drawing out almost completely, only the head of my cock still inside him. He groans, and tries all sorts of things to get me moving again. Fuck, he even stoops to whining. "Brian..." It's final! I'm not letting him play with Mikey anymore! "Please..." I can barely stop myself from asking "Please what?" That wouldn't go down well. "Fuck me, Bri..." Your wish is my command, Sunshine. Thank God I'm only thinking this, or I'd never hear the end of it. I'm slowly rocking back into his channel, hitting his prostate on every stroke. His head rolls back against my shoulder, and I can see that his eyes are closed, his face flushed with arousal. And he's biting his lower lip. Fuck him! Doesn't he know what that does to me. Actually, I think he knows it too well. I'm biting down on his neck while starting to fuck him in earnest. That's what he wanted, after all. "Oh shit!" His cock is leaking – onto his cargos and I can't wait to see his face when he notices – and I know that he desperately wants to touch it. But I'm having none of that. I'm holding onto his hands, and he groans.

But once again I forgot that I taught him a little too well. Suddenly his muscles contract around my dick, and I'm done for. It's too much pleasure for any one man to endure, and I'm coming, my orgasm triggering his, and I'm pretty proud of myself that I'm reaching for him before he can wreck havoc – come stains and the soft orange he picked for the hall simply don't go together. He's still coating my hand when he slumps into the wall, his coherent mind currently somewhere beyond time and space. And I can understand him. After all, he just received a Brian Kinney fuck, so it's only natural that he takes a while to come down from the heights of ecstasy. Once his breathing returns to almost normal, I draw out, hearing him wince - at the sudden emptiness I hope, and not at any pain. I turn him around to face me, and he's smiling that sated smile of his. I bring my come-covered hand up, and begin to lick it clean. It's too funny to see his eyes widen, and then he leans in to kiss me and I share his taste with him, and somehow I think he won't really mind that his pants got stained, or that I took him without any preparation. Cause something is poking into my hip again...

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Justin

Last night was ... hot. There's no other word for it. And I'm glad that he didn't do anything like this with Hunter. Or with anyone else for that matter. And I knew that it wasn't just one of our normal pretty intense fucks, oh no. He was trying to get something across, and if I'm not completely stupid, I can guess what it was. And it's just too cute. He's really worried about me. Worried that I might get all insecure again, that I'd start to doubt myself – and us – again. Not going to happen, Brian. Least of all because of Mikey and Ben's new family. Actually, it was amusing to see him hang all over Brian. Because it would always result in some sort of declaration. Like last night when he kissed me, steaming up all of Woody's. It was fucking hot. But when we got home, things turned out to be even better. It's really amazing how far we both have come.

I'm just on my way to the Sharan – class was a bit of a bore today, and I'm wondering why I chose British Literature in the first place. I guess it had been Mom giving me advice. "You won't have to work too much for it, honey. You've read most of the books already anyway..." Yup, it must have been something like that. What she didn't say was that I'd be bored out of my fucking mind. Especially because of our dearest professor, who was young when, um, Shakespeare was still around and kicking? He even managed to turn Hamlet into something exceptionally dreary. And that's completely fucked. Anyway, I'm just on my way to the car when my cell rings. It's Mikey. Probably about the hearing. "Justin?" Hell no. I'm ... um ... Polonius, yup. I'm just about to get stabbed, so you better make it quick. "You won't believe what happened." I'm sure I can believe whatever it is, Mikey. So just tell me. "We won! First everything seemed like it was going down the drain, but then Hunter's mom made this stupid mistake after she found out that Hunter was positive. Anyway, he can stay with us. Isn't that great? I just wanted to tell you. I've to call everyone else now. See ya later." Um. That was quick. Particularly as far as Mikey is concerned. And yes, it is great, I guess.

When I'm putting my stuff into the passenger seat, the cell rings again. Mel this time. "I guess you've heard?" I tell her that I've just gotten off the phone with Mikey, and she chuckles. "He's ... um ... just a little excited, isn't he?" No shit. He seemed to be falling over himself. "But that's not why I'm calling." Uh-oh. "Listen, I know it's really not fair to ask you because it's all very sudden, but... Our babysitter just cancelled for tonight because she's sick, and Dusty is busy as well. And we have this thing at the centre. So..." Fuck! Brian will be so pissed. But of course I'm agreeing to watch over the kids, one of them is my flesh and blood, after all. Still, Brian will throw a tantrum. Or maybe not. I know he's planning something. Probably for my birthday on Sunday, so... And no, I'm not dying of curiosity, oh no. And I didn't go through his drawers while he was out doing some stuff for Claire. Wouldn't dream of doing anything like that. And fuck, I didn't find even the slightest hint. He must keep his stuff at the office. And Cynthia is playing a mute whenever I show up. Great. It's wonderful to know that you have such lovely friends. Oh fuck it!

But maybe I can get something out of the Munchers tonight. They will be at Britin in two hours to drop off the kids, so I better get going if I want to do the groceries and my fucking homework before they arrive. Did I mention that Brian was a fucker? We were a block away from the loft – Mikey had parked the Sharan there, so Brian had to drive me over before getting to the office – when he told me that we were out of milk. And his guava juice. And a hundred other things. And that he had to work late because some stupid client had insisted upon a meeting at six p.m. So, could I please do the grocery shopping? Alone. Just this once? If he hadn't been driving, I'd have strangled him. Because this isn't the first time it happens. No. I can't even remember the last time he came with me to the store. Even though it's loads of fun to scare off the breeders. But there was always something – work, Claire, the winter sale at Prada – you name it. Fucker!

I'm actually considering forgetting all about his precious juice. But knowing him, he'd demand that I go back to the store and get it, even if it's eleven p.m. or later. I really don't understand how he can stomach the stuff. It's disgusting. Far too sweet for me, and I love sugar! Well, at least I can get the stuff I want. The stuff I was clipping coupons for. Yup, I'm still doing it, and if he wants to go all prissy on me about it, so be it. I'll even endure him calling me a house-wife. Oh, and I'm going to get all those deliciously fatty things he wouldn't even touch if it was the only edible stuff around. Only I know that he's secretly craving them. And I'm so buying at least two tubs of ice-cream, the lovely Danish stuff. And he'll share it with me, I'm going to see to that. By the time I get home, with four bags, I'm grinning like a mad-man. He will so freak because of all the unhealthy food. I even got croissants and I expect him to eat at least one of them on Sunday. Or the birthday boy will be disgruntled all day.

When the Munchers arrive, I managed to put away the food and even finished my stupid essay for lit class. "We're so sorry to harass you at such short notice," Linz is apologising. "After all, we know how busy you are with school and..." I think Mel mumbles something like "and taking care of your big baby" because Linz glares at her before continuing, "...and the house and everything. But we are so glad that you agreed to watch the kids. Mel just fed Jenny, so she should sleep most of the time. And Gus has promised to be a little angel, haven't you?" The little boy nods, and I really don't understand why Linz has problems with him at times. But maybe he's showing us his best side only. And the girls get moody Gus. Well, I get moody Brian, so we're even I think. "Anyway, we have to hurry. We don't want to be late..." And they are gone before I can interrogate them. Fuck.

As soon as his mommies are out of the door, Gus starts for the living room. "Dada home?" I explain that his father is still at work, hiding behind his desk so he doesn't have to go shopping. Gus laughs at that. "Dada scared?" Oh yes, he's terrified of the mall. And the grocery store. And anything really that isn't Armani, Versace, Prada, or something like that. Of course, I have to explain what I mean, and by the time I end my little monologue, Gus gives me that look, brows drawn together as if he's thinking about something. "Dada love his clothes more than Jussie?" No, of course not. At least I hope so. "Well, I love Jussie more than clothes." That makes me smile and I hug the little boy to me, and he's laughing loudly. "Love Jussie!"

"And I love you, little man. So..." I smirk, "what do you want for dinner? Pizza sound okay?" He nods, and I just grin. Take that, Mr Kinney. I order a pizza with mushrooms for Gus – and Brian – and another one with loads of ham and cheese for me. I just know that Brian would never go near it so it'll have to be mushrooms for him as well, because Gus loves them, and I'm not ordering three pizzas or a stupid salad for him. I know I'm being childish, but I just can't help it right now. Brian arrives in time with the food, and I have to snicker when he rolls his eyes at me. "Gus wanted pizza, so we're having pizza. Got a problem with that?" He shakes his head, and leans down to press a kiss onto his son's head. "Hey, and what about me?" He grins, and drags me to my feet, and by the time he breaks our kiss, Gus is clapping his hands, and giggles like mad.

"So I'm guessing we'll have only fatty food this week?" Shit, he sees right through me. "Justin? I'm really sorry about the groceries, but... I had to stay at the agency for this stupid pitch. But we got the account and... They were quite taken with your logo design and were wondering if you might be willing to design one for them as well..." What? "It's a restaurant chain. I brought you some material, so you can decide..." Fuck. He's getting me a new job, which will look so great on my résumé, and I'm pouting like a fucking twelve-year-old. "Oh, and I had to fend off Mikey because he wanted to celebrate their victory. But we can do that on Sunday, can't we?" My heart flutters. He didn't forget it this time around. And he's not ignoring it, either. I mean, he's changed so much, but I guess the memories of last year... I'm such a fool.

Brian turns to Jenny, who has chosen that moment to wake up. "Hello, my princess. Did you know that your daddy is trying to kill me with fatty stuff? You have to watch out, because he is mean like that." I'm not going to chuckle, I'm not going to chuckle – oh, what the heck! "See? And now he's laughing like the loony that he is. Really, I don't understand why your mama wanted him to be your daddy, and not me. I'm so much nicer." Oh fuck. I'm rolling my eyes and take Gus to the kitchen where the pizzas are waiting for us. But I still hear him. "Your poor brother... I think he's beyond hope already. He loves your daddy so much that he doesn't notice how foolish he is. But you're a girl. You're smarter than that, aren't you?" He's absolutely smitten with Jenny. It's fucking adorable.

Two hours later, we are on our own again, and Brian just showed me how much he missed me in front of the fireplace. He's stroking my hair now, and I'm this close to falling asleep. "I hope you don't have anything planned for your Spring Break yet, Sunshine..." Actually... Um. Wait a minute... "It won't be Vermont, but I'm hoping you'll like it nonetheless." He's going to take me somewhere again? Oh shit. "After all, I'm owing you for like three birthdays. So I thought we might celebrate in style..." And that's it. That's all I get by way of a hint. In style. That could mean anything. He grins, and I could really hit him right now. Fucker! Mom always said that my curiosity would be the death of me someday. But really, what Brian is doing is just cruel. I should hate him for it. Unfortunately I love him too much. Fuck!