Well over a hundred miles later Brian turned off the interstate and pulled into a gas station. It had a convenience store, restaurant and facilities attached. They needed gas and he needed to piss. He handed Justin the map. "Find us a route to the nearest beach. See if you can find a place to hold up close to the ocean. It should be away from towns and fairly isolated," Brian said.
"Any other instructions, your highness?" Justin asked.
Brian raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck's the matter with you?"
"I don't like being ordered around. I had enough of that at Greenhills."
"So did I." Brian said brusquely. "Just find the route. I have to piss."
"And who will you be fucking this time?" Justin demanded.
Brian's eyebrow arched higher. "Depends on what I need," he said sarcastically as he headed inside.
Justin watched him walk away wondering what he had gotten himself into. It had seemed like a much better idea bringing Brian with him when they were in danger of being caught at any moment. Now he wasn't so sure. He knew nothing about this man who seemed to enjoy ordering him around. With a sigh Justin looked over the map. He had little choice at this point. They had been thrown together and for now they would stay together.
When Brian returned Justin had plotted a course mostly over secondary roads. They filled the tank on the SUV using a lot of their remaining cash. They set out with Justin giving directions whenever they needed to turn. Justin estimated they would be near the beach in a little over an hour. They rode in silence for quite a while.
Finally Justin asked, "What are we going to do when we get to the ocean?"
Brian turned to look at the blue eyes expectantly waiting for an answer. "Drive in," Brian said.
"Wh What?" Justin sputtered.
"You captured me from a loony bin, what did you think I was going to do? Bob for apples?"
Justin stared at the man and saw just the slightest upturn at the corners of his mouth. Then he knew he had been had. "Asshole!" he reacted.
"I figure if we watch some of the beach houses for a bit we can find some that are deserted. Most of them should be this time of year. We break in and stay there until we have a plan and are ready to move on."
"That's what you figured, is it?" Justin asked.
Brian looked over at him questioningly. "Do you have a better idea?"
"I thought I might throw you in the ocean, take the SUV and make a run for it."
Brian stared at him and then they both burst out laughing. "No wonder they had us in that place," he said shaking his head.
"Why were you in?" Justin asked.
Justin sighed. "It's a long story."
"We've got another fifteen minutes or so."
"I'm gay," Justin said.
"And your point would be?" Brian asked. "Obviously you know that I am too or else I'm wearing very tall women's jeans."
Justin giggled. "I figured that you were. You seem much more relaxed about it than I thought anyone would be."
"Aren't you relaxed?"
"No, not since my father found out."
"I take it he doesn't approve."
"You take it right."
"Then tell him to go screw himself. It's your life."
"I wish it was that easy," Justin said. "He has quite a bit of money and a very prominent social life. He doesn't want my sordid little foray into homosexuality, as he calls it, to sully the family name."
"So he had you committed to Greenhills?" Justin nodded. "And what the fuck were they supposed to do? Cure you?"
"They were either going to cure me or kill me, and I'm not sure which my father would prefer."
"That's insane," Brian reacted.
"We know that, but apparently Greenhills has quite the reputation. They can cure people who have been in cults, so why not us fags."
"Is that what they were trying to do to you too?" Justin asked.
"Here's the first of the beach houses. Let's find a place to hide the SUV where it can't easily be seen." Brian was happy to change the subject from where Justin had been heading. They drove along the road and found a pull-off among some trees. They could watch four houses from that vantage point. "If we don't see anybody around for an hour or so, we'll attempt a break in."
"If you say so," Justin said grabbing the bag of food from the back and pulling out some more granola bars. "Maybe this place we break into will have some decent food in it."
"I wouldn't count on it," Brian said. "Once we're in we need to figure out what we're going to do."
"I know what I'm going to do," Justin declared.
"And what might that be?"
"I'm going to fucking Pittsburgh."
"Because that's where my father is, and I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."
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