Notes: Blindfolding warning for the second part of this chapter.

Chapter 38 - A New Beginning

Justin

Holy fucking shit! This is... Fuck! First it was Mom walking in on us, not to mention Mel and Linz waltzing into the loft while Brian was spanking me, and now it's Mikey. Sure, he witnessed our make-out sessions on more than one occasion, has seen Brian – and me – in the backroom numerous times, but this... This is different from Babylon. Different even from that one time Brian allowed me to top him there. Cause that was mostly about him telling the world that if he wanted to bottom, he'd do it – no matter how, no matter where. Brian Fucking Kinney always did what he wanted to do, and that was that. Or so I'm telling myself. Cause otherwise I'd be floating way on high whenever thinking of topping him for everyone to see.

Anyway, today is different from all he's seen before. Because no matter how often Mikey saw us together, it was never like this. And while I know that he's genuinely happy for us, seeing us doing it raw must hurt him. Because Ben and he will never be able to get to this level. Shit! I'm having a fucking déjà-vu right now. And I can still hear him – I want you safe, and I want you around for a long time. Back then, he wasn't ready, wasn't prepared to admit that he was tricking because he thought he needed it, not because he actually wanted it. That had been one of the reasons I hated our date nights so much. Because I knew, I'd realised that while it was exciting to fuck someone new once in a while, it would never compare to what I had with Brian. So why bother? Why go for second best if... And that was where my doubts sprang from. I stopped thinking like Brian, and began to second-guess everything – and thus I became such an easy prey for Ethan and his romantic bullshit. Cause by then I believed that I could never be enough for Brian, and his lovely birthday present didn't help matters along, either.

But that was then, and now is now. And this time Brian is really buried in me without anything between us. And while we've been doing it sans condoms for a while now, it still feels like the first time all over whenever he pushes into me, and I feel only him, his hot dick turning me to jelly before he even starts to fuck me in earnest. And I swear that I'll never tell him about this, because if he knew... The things it would do to his ego are unthinkable. I guess I really am just a silly twink at times – but a damn lucky one. I have found the love of my life the first time I went out into our glorious gay world, and we're married now, fucking married, and he's finally putting his past behind him, is able to tell me with words how he feels about me, about us. And Mikey... Mikey's beginning to snicker and I have to smirk at Brian's annoyed "Do you mind? We're trying to celebrate here." That only gets Mikey to lose it completely, and I think I was right in deeming the Novotnys completely insane when I first met them. But then, so is Brian, cause I can feel him shrug and then he continues his thrusting. "Suit yourself, Mikey. If you wanna watch, go right ahead. You might learn a thing or two." Each word is accompanied by an almost vicious stab, and he's hitting my prostate spot-on, rendering me speechless.

He'll still pay for this, I'll make sure if it. Cause while I would have loved to give Mikey a little show before I lost my mind, it's certainly not something I'm very comfortable with now. Back then, things were just fucked, and I didn't see that Mikey no longer tried to separate Brian and me – on the contrary. He was such a good friend to both of us, and how did I repay him? By distrust, anger, even jealousy. Yes, I was jealous of him. Because Brian could tell him that he cared about him... Did I mention that I was out of my fucking mind back then? I mean, honestly... What the fuck was I thinking when I threw away my Brian Kinney Manual? Why did I... 'Stop it, Taylor! You're fucking married now, that's all that matters...' Yeah, I guess it is. Just like Mikey's friendship... Mikey...

Mikey, who is chuckling still, and then... "I hope you know what you landed yourself in, Justin. This is as good as he'll ever get, and you're stuck with him – forever." Before either Brian or I can respond to this, Mikey's gone, and I hear him tell Emmett that this particular bathroom is currently out of order since the newly-weds can't keep their hands off each other. Shit! If I know anything about Auntie Em it's that he loves to gossip. And he'll just love informing everyone of our current activities. Normally I wouldn't give a flying fuck, but today is anything but a normal day – and my mother is out there. Well, it's too late now anyway, so I can just lean back and enjoy... And fuck, do that again, Brian! Damn, I think I said this last bit aloud – he's at least chuckling like mad, and his cock is only barely grazing my prostate... Shit, I'm going insane here.

"But what a way to go, Sunshine..." Fuck! 'Note to self: Keep your fucking mouth shut!' I just hate that self-righteous drawl of his – it always manages to turn me into goo. Which, I guess, is his intent. Fuck him! Or ... of fuck, yes! ... just fuck me! You might think that after over three years with him I'd stop being so fucking easy... There's just one response to that – Hah, fucking hah! We're talking about Brian Kinney here, and all it takes is one of those looks of his to raise my interest – pun very much intended. Luckily, he doesn't fare any better, which – at times – still amazes me to no end. "You're thinking too much, Justin. Don't! There's smoke coming out of your ears – highly distracting that..." Fuck! That last thrust was particularly vicious. "I get the impression that I'm doing something wrong..." Even though I can't see his face, I know that his infamous smirk is plastered all over it. And he calls me a little shit. Fucker!

And now he's really doing something wrong, cause he stops moving inside of me and begins to place open-mouthed kisses all over my neck and cheeks. Not that I mind the kisses, not at all. I love them, actually. But why the fuck did he stop... "You're so hot. Knew you'd be trouble right from the beginning. The good kind..." He's groaning and I can't help but respond with a soul-felt moan. "You're mine!" Not going to argue with you on that one, Brian. Especially since he wraps his long fingers around my cock and begins to jerk me off in time with his renewed thrusts. Yes! "Never ... letting ... you ... go..." Oh, that's just fine with me since I don't want to go anywhere. This is what I was dreaming of during those first days and weeks, and in many ways that Justin was so much smarter than I am right now. Or at least he was smarter than I was during my Ethan-phase. I think I was completely nuts then... Oh shit!

My balls tighten, and I'm seeing stars as I explode, knowing full-well that I'm dragging him along with me. "Justin..." Shit! I love the way he moans my name when he comes. It's so fucking hot, particularly since this is something that was always mine. Well, he didn't exactly know the names of his tricks, so... Which was why he didn't want to remember my name at first, cause that would have meant I was something more. Well, no shit.

He actually told me some time ago that he always knew my name – at the hospital when Mikey had to help out, and that first morning as well. But he didn't want to remember it. Wanted to ignore the pull that made him want to come back for more. Thank God for Daphne and her plan to make Brian jealous. It worked fabulously, even though he'd swear that he doesn't do jealousy, even now – and committing perjury by doing so. I mean, seriously... He was jealous – still is for that matter – whenever someone touches me. Whether it's Emmett or Mikey or someone else is completely irrelevant. Caveman Brian comes to the fore to stake his claim. Just like he did that night at Babylon...

Back then, my plan worked out just fine, that secret plan I had to get us to where we are now. And if it hadn't been for Chris Hobbs, I know we'd gotten here a long time ago. Because I know now that the Prom had been a turning point for him. It was the moment of truth, and once he'd acknowledged the obvious, he was so fucking happy and carefree. I mean, he was singing and goofing around in the garage! And I'm sure that he would have told me how much he cared about me that night ... if it hadn't been for the bashing, that is. Then again, things are so much better now than they could have been then. While that night had been very much ridiculously romantic, it could have proven to be a curse as well. And now... The things I thought I could find with Ethan ... Brian gives me so much more – always has, always will. Of course, he would have a fit if I told him how much I love the romance in our lives, cause he still believes that he doesn't have one romantic bone in his body. Yeah, sure...

"You're doing it again, Justin..." Shit! Well, at least he isn't pissed – on the contrary. He's chuckling, and somehow he managed to conjure up a wet cloth to clean the both of us. I didn't realise it before, but I'm leaking like mad, and if I hadn't come just a few moments ago, that thought – and feeling – alone would make me hard and horny in the blink of an eye. As it is, I'm just enjoying to be pampered – something I know he loves to do as long as no one calls him on it. Then he helps me straighten out my clothes, and gives me his tongue-in-cheek grin, "Ready to go face our loving family?" Hell, no! I know what to expect as soon as we return. I fucking know Em and Mikey, okay?! And between those two they surely managed to tell everyone what we were up to just now. Everyone including my Mom! Shit! I think I'll die of embarrassment before the day is over. And Brian won't do anything to help me, I just know it. Why the fuck did I marry him again?

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Brian

It was really funny to watch him. I never knew that he has different stages of embarrassment, but he does. At first, only his nose goes pink, then the colour spreads onto his cheeks, until his entire face is glowing like a tomato. And if he's really mortally embarrassed, his ears also turn a vibrant shade of red. And somehow he skipped the first three stages, and went straight to stage four when we got back from our second impromptu celebration. So I can't keep my hands off him, so sue me. He's my fucking husband now, so I have some rights including getting sex whenever and wherever I want. Providing my little wifey is okay with it. Well, I've known him for some time now, and I think he never turned me down when I wanted to fuck him. Or when I wanted to make fucking love to him. Except for that one time right after the bashing. But that doesn't count.

Anyway, Justin was as red as the prawn he'd been stuffing his face with earlier, and it all got even worse when Jennifer insisted on dancing with him. I'd have paid good money to hear what they talked about. Or rather, what Jen talked about. Justin seemed rather quiet and subdued. I really don't get what his problem is. I mean, we've been fucking for more than three years, it's why we met in the first place – him wanting to get laid and me... 'Stop it, Kinney, and get back to the matter at hand.' Yeah, right. We've been fucking for years, and it's not like his precious Mommy didn't know that. And the rest of our family... Oh come on, Justin! They've seen us make out more often than not, and there are a few people out there who actually think we are so terribly cute that they always go "Uhh" and "Ahh" when they see us. One of those lunatics is, of course, our dearest party planner and resident queen.

Oh yes, Emmett always thought that we were too cute for words, and that we were meant to be, and all that shit. On second thought, though... Maybe I should have listened to his inane babble. At least at times... Dear Auntie Em... He's been all over Vance's brother today. I think they are about to become very good friends, and Gardner... Well, he was grinning and winking and I think I'm back in the fucking Twilight Zone because we are talking about a fucking hetero who's apparently quite taken by the idea of his brother and Emmett. I mean, seriously... Emmett?! Bradley Vance could do so much better than Mr My-flame-burns-as-brightly-as-the-fucking-sun. Sure, Emmett kind of grows on you, but that doesn't mean that... Oh well. It's his life, and the Brits are fucking nuts, anyway...

Of course, my beloved mother-in-law wanted to have a dance with the groom as well – her words, not mine. Though I have to admit that it made me wonder if she seriously believes that Justin is the little housewife in our relationship. Cause he isn't. Oh yes, I realised as much by now. He might allow me to believe that I make the decisions, but it is, in fact, him. Cause whenever something goes against his wishes, he puts on his beaten-puppy look – his eyes should be forbidden! – and I somehow end up doing what he wants. And that doesn't only happen at times. Oh no! We're talking 99.9 percent here. Shit! I never knew I was such a pushover, but then I remember Linz and her whole "Oh please, Brian... You'd be such a wonderful father..." and that's that.

Anyway, Mother Taylor asked for a dance, and she got it. And I still find it hard to believe what she told me. Or asked of me. Or whatever it was. "He loves you, I hope you know that." I wanted to tell her to mind her own fucking business if she was so stupid as to think that I didn't get that. But then she continued, "He's been hurt by someone he loves already," and I give you three guesses to figure out who she was referring to. It wasn't me, boys and girls. "I don't think he could bear losing you..." Fuck! Like I could stand being without him again. I sort of grew attached to him. After all, it's nice to have someone who does the groceries, gets my stuff from the dry cleaner ... that sort of thing. And maybe, just maybe, it's also because I love him so fucking much that it sometimes takes my breath away. Of course, that happens mostly when we're in bed, but that's not the point.

She also gave me the little If-you-ever-hurt-him-I'll-come-after-you lecture, but after hearing that shit for about a hundred times from almost everyone we know, I knew the drill. Besides, I've no intention of hurting him, so no one will have to come after me. Least of all Debbie. Oh yes. Of all the different people in our little family, she's the one I'm scared of the most. She can be fucking brutal if she wants to be. Just ask Mikey, he'll tell you. Speaking of Mikey... He and Justin disappeared for a while, and Ben and I were about to hunt them down to read them the riot act, when they emerged with about a ton of new sketches and stuff for Rage. They are working on their fucking comic at our wedding?! What the fuck is wrong with those two? And why the fuck is one of them my best friend and the other my husband? What did I do to deserve this, huh?

I am still a little pissed about the whole thing as I unlock the door to the loft. We decided that it would be better to crash here since we both are a little drunk – well, a lot really. Funny enough, it had been the ex-Crystal-queen who drove us home, since he'd been steering clear of any alcoholic beverages all day. How boring! He and Theodore are really perfectly matched. So I'm just unlocking the door, and push it open, and make my way to the fridge to get a bottle of water. Have to keep my wits about me if I want to stick to my plans for tonight. I'm waiting for the sound of the door sliding shut, but it never comes. It's fucking irritating, so I turn back and find him standing outside, clearly waiting for something to happen. Shit! "Forget about it, Sunshine! I'm not carrying you over the threshold like some fucking hetero husband. So get your ass in gear and come in." He doesn't move. Fuck!

What happened to the concept of the blushing bride? When did it become the fucking annoying bride? Alright then, Sunshine. You asked for it! I walk over to him, and he smirks like he's just won the lottery or something. Sure, he thinks he gets his wish. Well, he does, in a manner of speaking. I reach for him, and throw him over my shoulder, and he starts wailing and kicking, and he keeps going until I dump him on the bed. "No get those clothes off before I change my mind about this whole wedding night business." I know he wants to defy me, wants to show me that he's not at all amused. But then there's the promise of sex, and he's just a simple gay man when it comes to that... So he begins to peel off his suit, very slowly, making a show of it. And I really hate to disappoint him, but I've stuff to do. So I turn around, and get back to the door, pull it shut, set the alarm, and then check the bottle of Moët & Chandon. Oh yes, the Munchers are good for some things after all.

Now, where is the fucking silk scarf? I'm sure I brought it over here last week. Ah yes! Got it. The champagne glasses are also where they are supposed to be, so we're all set. And no, I'm not at all nervous about tonight. It's not like we haven't fucked before. 'Yeah, but you weren't married then...' Sometimes I really hate my fucking brain! Thanks ever so much for reminding me. Bottle in one hand, glasses and scarf in the other, I step up to the bedroom again, and... Almost drop everything. Justin is lying on the dark duvet in all his naked glory, his right hand wrapped around his half-hard cock while his left is tweaking his nipples... Shit! "If you want to get any tonight, Justin, you better stop right now." Yes, cause I might embarrass myself otherwise. I turn around and sit down on the platform surrounding the bed, putting down both the glasses and the scarf. Justin crawls up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, watching me as I open the champagne. And then my little alcoholic reaches for the glasses, urging me to fill them.

I do, and once I've taken mine from his hand, I turn around to gaze into his sapphire eyes. "Here's to us, Sunshine. Congratulations for getting me to do the unspeakable and tie the knot." He snickers and we both gulp down some of the sparkly champagne. Then I take his glass from him and grab the scarf. He's eyeing it just a little anxiously, and I ask, "Do you trust me?" I knew the answer before he nodded, but still... He turns so I can blindfold him, and then lies down on his back, his arms lying on his sides, his cock apparently rather happy with the turn of events. Well, mine feels very much like bursting just now, and I have to take a few more swallows of the cool champagne to regain some sort of control. And I think I set some sort of new record as far as divesting myself of my clothing is concerned.

By the time I'm crawling on top of him, champagne bottle in my hand, he's writhing and whimpering and clearly out of his mind with need. Good. Less work for me. And I know that he'll beg to be fucked a long time before I'll do it. I'm starting out relatively harmless. I take some of the bubbly wine into my mouth and lean down to kiss him, sharing the champagne with him, it's flavour mixing with our own, the one that makes our kisses so much better than any kiss I ever shared with anyone else. I only wish I'd stop thinking these dykish thoughts. Then I'm dribbling some onto his nipples, and I'm licking at them until he moans for more. Well, who am I to refuse him? I wonder what will happen when I pour some of the ice-cold liquid over his hot cock... Well, only one way to find out. Ah. He's arching off the bed, groaning rather loudly. Interesting reaction. I take another gulp, cooling down the insides of my mouth before swallowing it down and deep-throating him in one motion. Shit! He's never come so quickly. The champagne and Justin's come make for some wonderful mixture, and I have to share this new flavour with him...

His little whimpers go straight to my cock, and while I had planned to tease and torture him for a while longer, I have to have him. Now! So I just reach for the lube, pushing two fingers into his quivering hole, and he bucks down. "More! Fuck, Brian! I need more!" I did mention that I've turned into the biggest pushover in the whole fucking world, yes? And as such, I give him what he wants, sheathing my dick in his tight ass, and there is no better place to be. He's slowly growing hard again, and I know he'd do anything to be able to see right now. I pin his hands above his head, leaning down to kiss him, to nibble at his lower lip. His cock is trapped between our bellies, leaking pre-come, which creates a slippery channel for him to move in. And I'm doing my best to fuck his brains out.

He's so fucking hot, and tight, and fits so perfectly around my dick that I'm wondering how on earth I could ever fight this. Of course I also know the answer. Mr Brian Kinney, Stud of Liberty Avenue, was too chicken-shit to allow anyone to touch him on anything but the physical level. And still he managed to. As Deb said ages ago, Justin managed to get in under then wire. And I'm glad, I'm so fucking glad about it. Because thanks to him I now have a real family, including Claire and the ex-Spawn, and Kathy and Mr De Valera... And I think I had this whole marriage thing coming for a long time, ever since that night outside Babylon. And somehow, married life agrees with me, so far at least. Because the truth is, we've been fucking married since the day we signed those papers, we just didn't acknowledge it. Or at least I didn't.

I'm thrusting into him, and we both are close, and when we finally reach or respective orgasms, I know that it was worth it. The stuff with the fucking fiddler, Joanie's attempts to destroy our family, hell, even the bashing. Cause these things brought us here, to this moment. And as soon as I remove the scarf, I gaze into twinkling blue eyes, and we both know that this is yet another new beginning. That we will now face everything life throws at us as a married couple, and we'll survive like we did so far. And I know for a fact that I'm going to have a chat with Kathleen. Cause if this shit continues, I can run for Dyke of the Year next year...