All in a Good Day's ... Work?
*****
He’d just hung up after speaking to Debbie and organizing for her to take Molly
(in return Molly, who like most kids her age knew her way round a hard drive,
would help Deb with the card for JR), when the phone rang again.
This time it was Ben. He was looking for ideas from Justin for the cover
artwork for his new book. He’d struck a deal with some small publisher and
Brian had the feeling they were both hoping Justin would do the work for free.
He was about to blow Ben off big time when an idea struck him.
*****
Ten minutes later having suggested that Ben talk to Mikey about using an image
of the original Rage cover to front his book on ‘gay subtext in super
hero comics’ or whatever the fucking thing was about, Brian was about to call
Daphne to tell her that Ben would be delighted to help her prepare for her
interview when the phone rang in his hand.
Brian pressed the talk button, ready to deliver a blast of thermo-nuclear
proportions to whoever was interrupting him this time.
Fortunately, before he could get a word out a well-known and very much loved
voice said tentatively, “Daddy?”
Brian took a deep breath, thanking his lucky stars he hadn’t had time to snap
out the “what the fuck do you want?” that had been the least offensive of all
the things that had been trembling on his lips.
“Hi there, Sonnyboy,” he said.
“Is Dus there?” his son asked.
Brian was maybe a little put out, so his voice might have been a tad sulky when
he responded. “No, sorry. He’s not.” He did his best to keep any hint of
pleading out of his tone when he added, “Won’t your old man do as well?”
There was a long pause, then Gus said shyly, “Mommy said you’d think it was
silly.”
Brian bit back a stinging comment about Mommy’s ability to think, and forced
himself to speak mildly. “Well, I don’t think you’d call about anything silly.
What is it?”
Much heartened by his father’s interest, Gus responded eagerly, “I have to do a
pwroject. For school.”
Clearly he was quite proud of the fact that he’d reached the age of doing
important big kid things like school projects.
“Okay,” Brian said. “So what’s this project about? And what do you need from
Dus and your old man?”
Gus giggled a little nervously. He instinctively knew his father’s reaction to
anything vaguely sentimental. But he did need help if he was going to do the
project the way he wanted to.
“It’s about our parents. And I wanted some photos of you and Dus.”
Brian was a little bewildered. “But, Sonnyboy, you’ve got photos. You’ve got
photos of us all together. We took some just the other week.”
Gus sounded a little frustrated at his father’s slowness to understand. “I mean
old photos,” he explained. “From the beg’ninning photos."
“Mommy said Dus might have some.”
Brian thought for a moment. “Dus” probably did - on the laptop he’d taken with
him to Philly, or locked away from Brian’s sarcastic response under his password
on the desktop they shared. But … Brian was surprised by his sudden sense of
something like shame that he didn’t have any himself. Well, only one. Or two.
And, for some reason he didn’t want to think about too closely in case it
revealed that even he, Brian Asshole Kinney, had a sentimental side hidden away
somewhere, they were private. He didn’t have any that he was ready to share.
But unless he was very much mistaken he knew who would have.
He promised Gus he'd try and find some photos and after a few more moments
precious chat with his son, he hung up the phone and made another call,
wondering as he did how many more fucking people were going to call demanding
“Justin’s” help today.
*****
Daphne squeaked with relief over Ben’s “offer” and then squealed her gratitude
into Brian’s ear until he finally shut her up with his conditions. She giggled
(and Brian knew his partner would hear about his request almost immediately) but
promised to email some photos to Gus as soon as she got back from meeting with
Ben.
Then Brian called Mikey to tell him to expect an email from Jenn with his
fucking recipe.
Then he went back to his presentation, gloomily realizing that he wasn’t going
to get it done today, and would have to work on it over the weekend. So much
for Philadelphia.
*****
Brian wasn’t all that surprised when his email pinged later and he found he’d
been cc’d on the one Daphne had sent Gus.
He stared at the attached photos for quite a while - one of him and Justin at
that lame-assed GLC art show; one of them making out at some dinner at Deb’s;
one of them throwing a ball back and forth outside Jennifer’s condo; one dancing
at Pride that had been published in Pittsburgh’s gay weekly. And, of course,
that photo. The only one Brian had from their first year together.
The one of them dancing at Justin’s prom - taken by some awestruck girl and
passed on to Daphne months later. Justin had been with Ethan by then, but
Daphne had sent Brian a copy anyway, and it had lived in his own password
protected private folder ever since.
For a long moment Brian stared at the image of them captured in time - young and
happy and beautiful and very clearly so much in love. He almost hated how
revealing the shot was. How revealing they all were. If it was so damned
obvious, even to a fucking camera, how come it had taken him so long to
recognize - or at least admit it?
He clicked open the folder he’d originally used for the prom photo, and opened
one more image. A photo taken by a press photographer outside Babylon on the
night of the bombing. It had never been printed, but a friend on the paper had
seen it and thought he might like a copy. It was from a distance, and showed
two figures, clinging together, in the red light from an ambulance.
Well, Brian thought ruefully, at least he’d admitted it finally - even if it had
literally taken a bomb to make him do it. What a fucking stupid twat he was.
Shaking off any
lingering sentimentality over the memories, Brian saved the rest of the photos
to the same folder and spent a few blessedly uninterrupted hours working on the
damned presentation. He was just wondering when it had gotten so dark outside
and if he should order something for dinner when he heard the loft door squeal
open. Seems Sunshine had realized his partner wasn’t going to be able to join
him, and had come home early instead.
*****
To Brian’s complete frustration, Justin just laughed when Brian unloaded on him
about his interrupted day and berated him for exposing his frazzled partner to
the demands of their needy friends.
“Why didn’t you just tell them to fuck off?” he shrugged. “That’s what I would
have done if I’d been busy.”
Brian wondered why people considered him the asshole.
But then he remembered that he still had to persuade Justin to let Ben use the
Rage cover. He wondered if a blow job would do it, but before he could
go too far down that track, he was forestalled.
There was a reason Justin had decided not to waste a night alone in Philly, and
taking in Brian’s air of real tiredness and stress, he knew that if his partner
was going to get his presentation done, Brian would need a little help to relax.
It was help Justin was very ready to give, and that Brian was more than willing
to accept.
After all, he’d been answering everyone else’s pleas for help all day. It was
time he reaped his reward.
19th May 2009
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