ICE STORM

Part 4

 

“Fuck,” mumbled Brian to himself. How in the hell did I end up here having quality time with everyone, he wondered.

 

“Why don’t we play Pictionary and then we can all play the same game at the same time,” suggested Emmett.

 

“Great idea, except that we have two artists here and that doesn’t exactly make things fair,” said Ted.

 

“Oh, Yeah. Well…uh.  We could have them be the designated artists. They will each be on a team and do all the drawing for that team. What do you guys say?” asked Emmett, looking to Justin and Lindsay.

 

“Sure.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Great,” said Vic. “We can use the poster paper that Debbie keeps for PFLAG stuff. It’s in the basement.”

 

“I’ll get it,” offered Justin. “I know where she keeps it. I used to snatch a few sheets to draw on when I didn’t want to waste sketch paper.”

 

“What about your knee?” Brian asked.

 

“My knee is fine. The only thing wrong with me is your paranoia.”

 

Justin got up and headed for the door. Debbie stopped him.

 

“Here, take the flashlight. It gets dark down there even during the day and there aren’t any windows in that storage room.”

 

Justin took the flashlight and went downstairs. Brian waited until he was sure the blond was out of ear shot.

 

“There is something I wanted to talk to all of you about without Justin knowing I said anything.”

 

Deb came into the living room from the hall where she had been searching for extra markers for the game. Everyone else stopped what they were doing to listen.

 

“If we have to sleep here, God, I hope we don’t, but if we do, I want to tell all of you now that Justin still has nightmares about the bashing. Some of them can be very traumatic for him and he is very self-conscious about them. If he has one, just don’t say anything. Let me handle it. The last thing he needs is for everyone to make a big deal and try to comfort him,” Brian continued and pointedly looked at Deb.

 

Everyone agreed that the last thing they wanted was for Justin to feel more uncomfortable.

 

“Does he have the nightmares often?” Lindsay asked, concerned.

 

“It’s a lot better, really. Only a couple of times a week and they aren’t as bad as they used to be.”

 

“A couple of times a week? How much worse could it be?” Michael gasped.

 

“They used to be a couple of times a night. When he is stressed they get worse again. I don’t know how not sleeping in our bed will affect it.”

 

“I thought he was better,” muttered Emmett.

 

“He was only eighteen when he almost died. That isn’t something you just forget about. Besides, the fact that he has persistent physical limitations doesn’t allow him to forget for long. Now drop it before he gets back up here. Just pretend to be asleep if he has a nightmare. If he somehow wakes Gus up, let me handle it for a few minutes before you get up Lindsay. Let Gus fuss long enough so you can pretend that you didn’t hear Justin. He would be horrified if you all saw and heard him.”

 

They all discreetly went back to what they were doing when they heard the teen on the steps.

 

“I got the paper.”

 

It took several minutes to get the game set up. Next, they had to choose teams. It was decided that couples should be on opposing teams. Justin’s team consisted of Mel, Deb, Ben, and Emmett. Lindsay had Brian, Michael, Vic, and Ted on hers.

 

The game started and as it progressed, they started to shout out their answers. At first, whenever someone would yell out an answer they would stop suddenly and look to the sleeping baby. Gus didn’t move and soon everyone stopped being scared they’d wake him.

 

The game proceeded for about an hour and everyone, even Brian was having a good time. It took him a while to join in, but finally gave in when he knew an answer his team didn’t. Brian started to pay more attention to Justin’s team and the young artist in particular. Both teams were virtually tied, Justin and Lindsay’s artistic ability made the game a little easier than usual. However, the time limit did cut down on their need for perfection. The next couple of sentences would decide the game. Brian had started to watch Justin very closely, even though he was on the opposite team.

Brian soon noticed the younger artist would stretch his hand out quite frequently. When Justin was trying to add some smaller details to an obvious picture of the planet earth, his hand shook until he steadied it with the other. What’s the matter with these morons, he thought to himself. Can’t they tell what it is? I have to make sure this game ends as soon as possible. Looking at the score and watching Justin’s team finally get the “around the world in 80 days,’ he realized that the fastest way to stop the game was to ensure that his team loses. With his advertising background, he knew that if he got his team members started on the wrong track they probably wouldn’t guess right. He hated to lose, but he hated to see Justin in pain even more.

 

Before long Justin and his team were celebrating their win. Brian gave Justin a hug,  whispering something in his ear. A big sunshine smile lit up the room and the pair made their way to the staircase.

 

“It’s pretty cold up there,” smirked Vic.

 

“Not a problem,” Brian answered with a wicked grin. Justin laughed.

 

Michael came out of the kitchen. “Where are they going?” He asked seeing Brian pulling Justin upstairs.

 

“Where do you think?” Emmett smiled. Everyone laughed.

 

“Not in my room,” whined Michael.

 

 Debbie shook her head, “Michael, grow up.”

 

“I’m surprised that Brian didn’t guess that last one. When we would sit in class at Penn and write instead of talk trying to look like we were listening, we always used the crescent moon to symbolize night,” said Lindsay.

 

“Maybe, he didn’t want the game to continue,” smiled Vic, looking to the ceiling.

 

“That asshole, he threw the game just so he could have a fuck break,” glared Mel.

 

“Brian wouldn’t do that. He’s far too competitive,” said Michael.

 

“He would do anything for a chance to fuck. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyone,” smirked Ted. “How many times have we all stood around and waited while he was off with some trick?”

 

“Justin isn’t just ANYONE,” protested Deb. “Brian really cares for that kid.”

 

“PLEASE!” Michael wailed. “He cares to have that kid on hand for sex at a moment’s notice.”

 

“I think you are all wrong this time. Brian ended the game because Justin’s hand was starting to ache,” stated Ben.

 

“I think I know Brian better than you do. Why do you always defend him? You always take Justin’s side,” said Michael.

 

“It’s not about taking sides; I’m just telling you what I saw. I think we can all agree that Brian is overly protective of Justin, for whatever reason,” said Ben, looking at his lover.

 

“Guilt,” mumbled Michael.

 

Vic responded, “More than guilt Mikey, it’s called love.”

 

“Yeah, right!” Replied Michael.

 

“I think Ben is right,” said Lindsay. “Justin was stretching his hand out quite a bit and his drawing got less defined as the game went along.”

 

“Unbelievable,” sighed Mel. “The lengths people will go to make excuses for that asshole, never ceases to amaze me. Now Justin’s injury is why he’s a complete dick. How could I miss that?” She chuckled walking to the other room.  

 

At the top of the stairs, Brian and Justin rushed to Justin’s or was it Michael’s old room. Brian stood near the window and Justin bent to unbutton his jeans. He fumbled with the buttons so Brian helped him. Justin lowered himself to his knees and winced slightly. His lover noticed immediately and pulled him up making it look like he just wanted another kiss. Justin’s need to taste the older man forced him to push him back on the bed and crawl on top of him. They shared a lingering kiss and then the teen started to make his way down Brian’s body, kissing and licking as he went and when he reached the navel decided to rim it a little before he went to find the prize. Then he kissed and licked further down until he reached a rather obvious bulge, but he didn’t want to just indulge so he moved further down licking the inside of Brian’s thighs. He knew it had to be quick but not that quick. While the blond busied himself at pleasuring his lover, Brian pulled Justin’s right hand up to his chest. Justin assumed that he wanted him to play with his nipples. Instead, Brian took the hand between both of his and started to massage the tired muscles. He tried hard to keep his concentration on the hand even though his boy was sending scintillating sensations all through him. All he really wanted was to lessen Justin’s pain if he could and massaging had always helped, but this was too good. Justin’s tongue was working overtime, working magic on him yet again.

 

Finally, Justin devoured his prize. Soon, Brian couldn’t think straight, let alone continue the massage, all he could do was grip the spread and bite his lip. It didn’t take long and Justin grinned licking his lips but he saved a taste for Brian. Brian quickly returned the favor.

 

Justin was a little embarrassed when they returned to the living room; everyone knew what they had done. He quickly went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

 

“Where’s Justin going?” Michael asked. “Is he ashamed of what happened in MY room?”

 

Brian started to chuckle. Can’t he get it through his head, it is no longer his room and hasn’t been in a decade. The others chuckled as well, because Michael’s comment was absurd. “We didn’t do anything of which to be ashamed,” smiled Brian. “Getting off makes him hungry. Why do you think he eats so much?”

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