Brian and Justin

 

I hate snowball fights.

I hate long cold Winter days.

I love long cold nights.

 

 

“Brian!” came a saccharine sweet voice from outside. 

 Brian was lounging in the solarium enjoying the winter sun filtering through the glass roof and walls.  It was freezing outside but thanks to someone’s ingenuity, he was toasty warm inside.

 “BRIAN!”  He heard his name singsonged.  Brian was doing his best to ignore it.

 “Briiiiaaann!”  Somehow his two syllable name gained an extra syllable or two.  He snorted as he turned his back to the sound.

 “Brian Kinney, I know you can hear me,” the voice whined. 

 Brian was very sure that next the pleading and begging was going to start at any moment.

 “Come on, Bri!”  Yup, pleading and begging right on schedule.  Brian ignored it all as he settled back into his lounge chair and closed his eyes. 

 Several minutes later his eyes snapped open; it had grown suspiciously quiet.  He was about to sit up when he heard giggling.

 Here it comes...

 “Daddy, please come outside and play with us.” 

 Damn.

 “Coming, Gus!  Just let me get my boots and coat,” Brian called back.

 Brian quickly bundled up then joined his boys in the vast yard of Britin.

 “Low blow, Sunshine, using my son to coax me outside,” Brian said.

 “Learned from the master,” was all Justin would say.