Chapter 45 - Everything in Working Order

Brian

Justin casts his eyes to the floor and I use the moment to wink at Mikey. Just to assure him that he won't have to deal with a full-blown argument in a few minutes. Because the truth is, Justin acted just like I wanted him to. Couldn't have gone any better if I'd planned it. Cause, since he told Mikey, I won't have to do it anymore. And knowing my best friend, the rest of our patchwork family will know as well by the time the sun sets today. He could never keep a secret to himself, and didn't I think that was just pathetic once? Now it suits me just fine. However, I'll still let Justin stew a bit. But not for too long since my dick is in desperate need of some action, and I'm already doing some calculating when I murmur, "So JT couldn't keep his mouth shut, could he? And Rage wasn't around to fill it with either his tongue or his cock, was he? Sunshine, Sunshine..." I shake my head for emphasis, "You really disappoint me. I thought keeping each other's secrets was part of this whole marriage bullshit. But apparently you have a different opinion. Sad, very sad..."

He's biting his lower lip, and fuck, he looks like a ten-year-old. Mikey's snickering in the background and I'm wondering if Justin doesn't hear it. Or does he seriously think Mikey would be this spiteful still? "I'm ... I'm sorry, Brian..." He's finally meeting my gaze, and his eyes are filled with remorse and are so impossibly huge... I'm almost ready to end this whole thing and just tell him that it's okay, and that I'm glad I won't have to break the news to Mikey... "It's just ... fuck, you've been so irritable, it's no wonder Mikey noticed something. And after everything he did for me, I just couldn't keep this from him. I never quite understood why you didn't want to tell him anyway..." Irritable? Me?! You're fucking kidding me. He's right, of course, but I'm not going to admit it. Least of all to him. He'd get such a kick out of it all. So I can't stand the thought of being without him. Doesn't mean he's to know, does it?

He's lowering his eyes again, whispering "Sorry" once more, and I'm realising what exactly he's sorry for. And I can barely keep from laughing out loud because it's so far from the truth. He thinks he let me down, that I'm disappointed, and that is the one thing he couldn't live with. It's the reason why he's working his ass off for Vanguard, why he put so much time into our house... He never wants to see that particular expression on my face again. I just want to bump my head into a wall or the counter or something because Justin is still on about that. He told me to let go of my guilt while part of him held onto his. And my threat to never tell him anything again – it promptly reminded him of the day before the Rage party. When I wouldn't share my thoughts with him, when I wouldn't tell him that I didn't want him to go. Fuck! I motion to Mikey, and he nods and says something about having to catalogue some new comics that just came in this morning, and then he's off to the small storage room at the back of the store.

"Justin..." He's obviously hardening himself for the blow he thinks will come his way any moment now, and I want to go back one year and kick myself for being so fucking stupid. And while I'm at it, I could also pay a visit to a certain fiddle fuck... "Justin, stop it. I'm not like him anymore. Besides, you don't really think that I could keep stuff from you if I tried, do you? You are too much of a nag to allow that." I smirk, but he doesn't see it. "Fuck, will you just let it go? I'm not mad, or angry, or disappointed. On the contrary..." Now I have his attention. "You did exactly what I wanted you to do. I knew Mikey would ask what was up, and your telling him spared me the joy of having to do it myself. So stop this shit, cause I know exactly what you're thinking." For someone who scored 1,500 points on his SATs he can be incredibly dense sometimes. "Like you told me, cut the crap and stop living in the past. It's unbecoming." And when did I get so wise? Must be all those talks with Kathleen...

"You're not... You what?!" His eyes are large as saucers, and he stares at me incredulously. "You fucker! I thought you'd be fucking pissed cause I betrayed your trust, and you were actually counting on it? How fucked can you be?!" But he's not really angry. Rather relieved, I'd say. "You sick fuck..." And then he grins, "You know, of course, that you'll still have to endure Debbie, right?" Yeah, I know... Though I'm doing my best to forget. That will be like my worst nightmare times ten. "And everyone will be just too happy to comment on both the cyst and the celibate stuff..." He takes far too much pleasure in this. But then he turns all serious, and that's even spookier than gloating Justin. "I never want to go back to that time. You shutting me out – I don't think I could..." Whatever he wanted to add never makes is past his lips because mine cover them at that point and I hope the commencing kiss drives those silly thoughts of his out of the window – for good.

"No fucking in my store!" You can always count on Mikey to kill the mood. But my raging hard-on has other ideas and won't allow Mikey's timely intervention to kill it off. "Besides, you're not allowed to fuck anyway, are you?" All things considered, I should have known he'd gloat. He's probably pissed cause I didn't tell him about this whole shit. And ever since he and Justin buried their personal little hatchet, they shared a laugh at my expense more often than not. Why exactly am I married to one of the two and the other is the best friend I ever had? Huh? Maybe I'm more self-destructive than I knew. Will have to discuss that with Kat next time I see her. Anyway, Justin chuckles like the madman he is – that nice angelic little WASP is really just a façade – and Mikey crosses his arms over his chest in an imitation of his mother. Fuck them! Actually, not both of them, no. But fucking Justin is pretty much on top of my list of priorities right now...

"Well, now that you mention it, Mikey... Justin and I have a date with the sofa and the bed at the loft. And the shower. Maybe even the kitchen counter..." My husband's eyes twinkle, and Mikey... He's trying hard not to grin. "Been to the doc's this morning, got an all-clear, and now I wanna fuck! Got a problem with that, Sunshine?" He gives me that look of his, the one I used to hate before ... the one where he wonders if I lost my mind or something. And then he throws himself at me, kissing me as if his life depended on it, and Mikey seems to have a laughing fit. So I'm forced to break the kiss, glaring down at my so-called best friend. "Do you mind? We're busy here and you're sorta destroying the mood..."

He's not vexed. "Yeah, like you two need a special mood to fuck. Or should we say, to make passionate love..." He bats his lashes at me, and I just want to hit him. "And as I was saying, no fucking in my store. This is, after all, a place of business. And while I know that you have nothing against a little tryst in your office, preferably with blond twinks interning at Vanguard, or doing some freelancing..." He winks at Justin, and I'm so proud of the two of them for having come this far. Mikey ... Mikey doesn't only accept Justin as my ... well ... partner now, but he's also started to build a friendship with him that is proving to be as stable as the one Mikey and I share. In the days, weeks, months – hell, even years – before Justin came back, Mikey was still begrudging Justin his place in my life, never missing an opportunity to make Justin feel unworthy and unwanted. And now... "But I have a more rigid code of conduct here at the store. No fucking! And that's final."

Right. As if he and the professor... Nope, don't want to think about that. Mikey's sex life really isn't something I want to know anything about. Sure, he's seen me getting sucked, saw me fucking more guys than I care to think... He even witnessed what goes on between Justin and me – actually, that was why he realised what I felt for Justin ages before I did. He knew how I behaved with tricks, and then he saw me with Justin. And back then, it must have been like a slap in his face. The little blond twink simply shows up and gets the kind of treatment Mikey always wanted from me. We were so fucked up... Anyway, I really have no problem with Mikey being privy to all of that – though there is a part of me that wants to keep Justin completely to myself, at least at times. But just because Mikey knows all – or most – about my love life doesn't mean that I want to know, or think, about his. He's like my fucking brother!

Now where was I? A yes. I let go of Justin for the time being and put my right arm around Mikey's neck. "Poor Mikey. No wonder things are always so dull around here. You know, maybe you need to thaw up a bit... Give your customers some life-action. After all, you want them to go and buy your little comic, don't you?" Mikey glares at me like I knew he would, but I just smirk. "So, in the interest of my husband's finances – and yours – you should actually encourage me to make out with Justin more often in your lovely little place of business." I'm biting the pad of my left thumb, and Justin begins to giggle cause he knows I'm about to go in for the kill. "You know, all things considered, I'm doing you a favour..." That does it for Mikey. I swear, if it was humanly possible, there'd be steam coming out of his ears.

As it is, he just points at the door. "Out! Get the fuck out of here!" I step away, my right hand coming up to cover my heart as if I'm terribly hurt. "And don't give me that look, you crazy fuck!" Then he grins. "You know, I'm surprised that you're still here... Maybe ... maybe you're afraid that you won't be able to give Justin what he's become accustomed to? After those days of being celibate... Maybe your dick forgot what it's supposed to do, huh?" When did he turn into such a shit? It must have been at a time when I wasn't looking, when I was too busy playing family man. "You needn't fear, Brian. I'm sure Justin can help you out..." The little shit who calls himself my partner is practically rolling on the floor laughing, and my best friend... I'm well and truly fucked. I give Mikey the finger, which he just waves away, and then drag my blond twink out of the store and to the jeep.

By the time we get to the loft and the elevator, he's stopped laughing – well, it's hard to laugh if someone rams his dick down your throat. Well, it's not as if he's complaining or anything ... on the contrary. I don't think he ever brought me off this quickly, eager to taste my come. And then, after I explode and he licks me clean like I'm a fucking lollipop, he gives me that beautiful smile. That smile that lets me know that right at this point, everything's alright in his little part of the world, that there's nothing he'd rather do, and nowhere he'd rather be. Usually, I'd bask in the knowledge that it's me who put that smile on his face... But I'm still desperate, and desperate times call for desperate measures. And even though I came only a few moments ago, my cock wants more – needs more.

As soon as the loft door slides shut, I'm pushing him against the cool metal, and my tongue tries to go where my dick has been. Shit! I think I could come just from kissing him. The things he does to me... Fuck! One moment later, I'm pushing into him – somehow we made it to the kitchen counter, still almost fully clothed. For a second, I'm thinking that I must be hurting him cause I hardly prepared him and it's not like we've been doing anything these past few days, but then he moans, his hand coming round to cup my ass – to draw me closer still. That's all it takes for the rest of my self-control to shatter into a million pieces, and I'm slamming into his pliant ass as if my life depended on it. In a way, I think, it does. 'You're so fucking pathetic, Kinney. And what's worse, you seem to enjoy every moment of it...' I do. And if that means I'm a lezzy love muffin, well, then that's just fine with me.

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Justin

After the fast and furious fuck in the kitchen, and a more languid one on the sofa, we finally made it up the steps and to the bed. Our previous activities seem to have taken the edge off things, but we both know that this is far from over. It's only been three days, but for us that is like an eternity. It was fucking hard for both of us - and not in a positive, life-affirming way. I know I dreamt of this day, cause I'm at my sexual peak and have a husband who's oozing sex. But for Brian it must have been worse. While he's finally able to verbally express his feelings without having a heart attack, he still prefers the more physical way of telling me. Or at least he feels like he's to back up his words with something ... well ... solid. Of course that's fucking silly, but whatever works for him is fine with me.

Especially if that involves earth-shattering blow jobs like the one he's giving me right now. He said something about wanting to get even, but that's bullshit. He's getting off on watching me come undone - pleasuring me seems to be a greater aphrodisiac than certain blue pills could ever be. Naturally, he'd be mortified if he knew that I know... Oh shit! He's truly a fucking master ... and a cock-tease as well. I was so close just now, and what is he doing? He draws back, that wicked smirk on his features while his fingers create an impromptu cock ring around the base of my dick, effectively stopping me from coming. "Oh shit, Brian!" He's chuckling - what a fucker - and raises his eyebrow as if he's no idea what I'm complaining about. Fuck! "I need to come... Please..." Great. I'm fucking begging. Well, that should please him. And maybe he'll go easy on me now.

Nope, he's not. He's actually shaking his head and lets go of my cock altogether. I'm about to show him that I don't fucking need his blessing by jerking myself off, when I see something shift in his eyes. The wicked gleam has been replaced by - shit, he'd kill me for this - something tender. Something loving... The moment he realises that I'm on to him, he casts his eyes down. He's still poised over my groin, and begins to kiss and lick and nibble a path up to my neck, with a small detour to worship - there really is no other word for it - my nipples. He's feasting on the soft skin just beneath my right ear when he reaches for the lube. Like I need any more prepping after... See, that's the problem with this Brian. He's treating me as if I'm made of fucking glass, taking his sweet time - and driving me crazy in the process.

He's coating his fingers, and I'm waiting for the opening ritual. But ... fuck, I really should have seen this coming ... he's beginning to prepare himself, and I swear I've never seen anything hotter than Brian Kinney with his fingers up his own ass, getting ready for my cock. I've to squeeze my eyes shut for a second or two to keep from embarrassing myself. But I have to open them again when I hear him whisper, "Justin..." I meet his eyes and hold his gaze even as he takes hold of my cock, quickly slicking it up... And then he lifts himself, and moments later my dick is surrounded by his tight heat, and there's no better place in the whole world than this. Brian is reaching for my hands - for leverage, he'd say - and laces our fingers, and that's when it happens. Everything is finally catching up with me - the panic at the thought of losing him, the anger because his fucking mother will never stop hurting him, the annoyance cause he pulled that shit on Tuesday, the happiness cause he'll be fine ... cause he *is* fine. And above all else, the love...

The love that has always been there. The love that made me weak and gave me strength... It all comes crashing down on me, and try as I might, I can't keep the floodgates closed. And fuck - I don't want to. I'm through hiding stuff from him. He's going to have to deal with the little emotional twink he married. At first, he's startled - I can see that even through the veil of tears. But then... "Justin," he murmurs moments before leaning down and.. Fuck! He's kissing the fucking tears away, and then draws back to gaze down at me. And he says all those things I thought I'd never hear from him. "It's okay, Justin. Everything's fine..." And the funny thing is - I believe him. We've weathered this, and will hopefully have some time now before the next fuck-up. Some time to simply enjoy life in wedlock, time for me to completely freak out because of my upcoming show. It's only a week now, one short week before the opening...

Brian's smiling that special smile of his as he sits up again, slowly fucking himself. His velvety walls grasp my dick tightly, and this is where I always wanted to be, what I wanted to have with Brian. There are no more walls, no more defences. It's just Brian and me, as close as we could possibly be. And that's not because we're fucking – or making love. It's because of his eyes. They're locked with mine, and I can see all his emotions swirling in their hazel depth. Once upon a time, he'd have turned away from my gaze, cause Brian Fucking Kinney didn't do feelings ... didn't need them ... didn't want them. Love was for straight people – not for him. Never for him. And he took a while to realise that this belief was bullshit. It was like all the walls he'd erected – a way to protect himself. A way to protect that wonderful person he was hiding underneath all those layers of arrogance and snarkiness.

Well, he's not hiding anything anymore. He's sharing pretty much everything with me – and we'll just forget about his attempt to push me away last Saturday. After all, between Vic and myself, we managed to straighten him out. And after Mel gave him a piece of her mind about that little prank... He's not going to do anything even remotely like this shit again. He's not suicidal. On the contrary. He's actually embracing life now, or my cock ... whatever. Shit! There really isn't a better feeling than this – save for those times when he's buried deep inside me and he shows me how much he really loves me. But right now ... right now this is both heaven and hell, cause he's riding me and that's pure bliss, but is doing it at such a slow pace that I feel like screaming. And he knows what he's doing to me. Fucker! Or better – fuckee.

He's speeding up now, still smiling and still holding on to my hands. And shit ... the way his anal muscles massage my cock ... I can barely keep from coming, right then, right there. As it is, I'm so fucking close, and I don't want to leave him behind so I'm trying to withdraw my right hand from his grasp, but he's just shaking his head. "Don't need ... oh shit! ... don't need that..." So he wants to come just like this? That's fine with me. I'm pretty much unable to move, but I can still roll my hips just a tiny bit, angling up so that I hit his prostate spot on. And if his groans are any indication, my plan's working perfectly. "Fuck, Justin!" And that's it for him, and he's coming all over my chest, and it feels as if his come is scorching my skin, and I'm joining him, unable to hold on for just a moment longer. He slumps down, almost crushing me, but I don't give a shit.

About an hour – or maybe just a few minutes – later, he rolls over, hissing a little when I slip out of him. And then he starts to laugh – for some reason that completely escapes me. The look I give him sets him off even more, and I'm wondering if I should just check him into the loony bin. His laughter finally abates, and he manages to tell me what was so hilarious. "We're so fucking messy!" Um, yeah, well... He's right there. The sheets are in serious need of cleaning since he was dripping all over them. I grin and tell him to shut up and stop queening – which he isn't, not really – since it wasn't his beloved duvet that suffered, and that bastard shakes his head. And then he leans closer and whispers into my ear, "It's hot..." That it is. And certain parts of my body are stirring again... But I'm not the only one who's affected.

He takes my hand and places it on his half-hard cock, his tongue-in-cheek grin firmly in place. "I seem to have developed an awful swelling. Think I should go and see Dr. Franklin about it? I mean, I don't want any more cysts, and this can't be normal, can it?" He's so full of shit! I slap him, and he pushes his lower lip out in a mock-pout. "Ouch! I'm fucking hurting here and you abuse me? I don't think I like you anymore..." Shit! 'Okay, Justin. Don't laugh cause he might take offence.' But I can't help smirking as I stroke his dick to full hardness. His eyes roll back into his head and he moans. "Then again, maybe ... maybe I just need ... Dr. Taylor's special oral treatment..." Well, I think that can be arranged, even though my jaw will be fucking sore tomorrow...

And it is ... it fucking is! And does he show even the slightest sign of compassion? No! I think he can barely keep himself from pointing at me like a gleeful little child. Fuck! Chewing hurts like a motherfucker, and halfway through my pancakes I give up. That, of course, alerts Debbie. Yeah, just what I need. "Sunshine? Are you alright? Is something wrong with the..." I shake my head, cause talking hurts as well – much to the delight of a certain motherfucking piece of shit who is currently burying his nose in the menu. Anything to keep Deb's attention away from him. But she's not fooled. "Okay, asshole! What'd you do to him this time?" And that does it for me. Sure, Brian had a hand in creating my current problem – or rather, his dick – but fuck that! And fuck my sore jaw!

I get up and glare down at Debbie. "You know, I'm aware that you've been doing this for ages – let's blame it all on Brian. That ends – right now! Brian isn't responsible for anyone's fuck-ups but his own – not mine, and certainly not Mikey's! And right now, I'm as much to blame for my..." I catch Brain's eyes and wink at him,"...difficulties as he is. So stop with this black and white kind of approach. Justin good, Brian bad. You don't give him the credit he fucking merits, and me neither. I can be a little devil if I want to be..." He snorts at that. Yeah, trust him to see the truth in that. "And I have caused him a fair share of pain over the years – but somehow you still thought I was perfectly innocent. Well, fuck that, Deb!"

Her hand comes up to her mouth, and she stares at me as if she's never seen me before. As if she only now realises that I can take care of myself without any assistance from her. "Oh, Sunshine..." And then she once again attempts to break my ribs – ouch. When she releases me, she takes the menu from Brian's slightly shaky hands and gives him this big smooch right on his forehead. And I can already see him wipe at the lipstick... "Hold onto him," she mutters. "I'm so fucking proud of you, you asshole..." He looks ... a little shaken. And so very happy. And once Deb is gone to serve some of the other patrons, he doesn't run off to the bathroom right away, but gathers my hands in his. And while he doesn't say a thing, I still hear the "thank you" loud and clear...