Devil's Playground

Chapter 11

Brian heaved a sigh as he looked at his old bed. It was one of the first major purchases he'd made when he moved into the loft. He would be sad to see it go. Brian had every intention of honoring Justin's wishes and getting rid of it. It was only a possession he kept reminding himself. He loved what he saw of his new bed. Justin was an excellent craftsman. Brian wondered for the first time when Justin was gone from his life if his new bed would give him comfort. He shook the melancholy thoughts from his mind and focused on the task at hand. He flipped through this rolodex searching for an old number.

Brian dialed the number. "Hey Bruce, this is Brian Kinney. How's it going?"

"Can't complain, did you need a particular itch scratched?"

Brian shuddered. He'd had Bruce long ago when he was less bearlike. "No, that's not why I called; you know I don't do repeats. I have a job for you that requires a different tool."

Bruce shook off the disappointment. "Sure, anything for Brian Kinney."

"At your convenience I want you to come over to the loft; bring your chainsaw. I got a bed that needs chopping up. I'll also need the use of your truck. I'll make it worth your while.

Bruce audibly gasped into the phone. "Say it isn't so! You want me to chop up the sacred fuck altar?"

Brian huffed a laugh. "Yeah, that's the one. Let's just say I was a good boy this year and one of Santa's elves made me a new one."

Brian was lost in thought picturing Justin in an elf costume bent over slaving away in his workshop making his bed. Brian felt himself harden at the thought of Justin's bountiful ass in tights. He gave his groin a comforting squeeze. Brian tuned back into the conversation to make the final arrangements then hung up. Why was it that little blond could always get him worked up so fast? Brian grabbed up his jacket and was out the door in search of his blond prey.

Justin had finished a shift at the diner and was walking back to Deb's. It was a cold brisk day but he was used to the cold. His hands were jammed deep into his coat pockets. Deb had knit him a scarf and hat which he dutifully wore, or face Debbie's wrath. Suddenly he felt a cold hard object hit his back. He grumbled but didn't turn around. He was Amish and there was no room in his life for violence. Justin was still a bit stunned that he had actually hit Cody. The boy had been horrible to the family, especially Brian. That night Justin said extra prayers as penance. He also offered up prayers for Cody that he would find a less destructive path in life. When another cold missile struck Justin's back he whirled around to give his tormentor a firm talking to. He was utterly shocked when he saw no one but Brian and the man was smiling wickedly.

"Brian, why are you attacking me?"

"Come on Sunshine, haven't you ever heard of a snowball fight?"

"In case you haven't noticed I'm Amish. We don't condone violence."

Brian grinned evilly as he bent over to make another snowball missile. "Come on Justin, what's a little snowball fight between friends?" He tossed the snowball from hand to hand teasingly.

Justin giggled; it did sound like fun. He'd like to see the look on Brian's face when he actually did hit him with a snowball. Justin bent down and quickly made his own weapon of mass destruction. He lobbed it at Brian but missed by a mile.

Brian laughed, "You throw like a girl." His snowball hit Justin square in the chest. Justin brushed off the cold snow chunks pouting. Brian walked over to him and handed him his snowball in a peace offering. "Go on; hit me, Sunny boy." Brian backed up several steps with his arms out in surrender. Justin's smile was so bright Brian was surprised the snow didn't instantly melt. Brian took it like a man as the snowball burst against his chest. They lobbed a few more snowballs at each other then Brian took his hand and walked him home.

"I've got an acquaintance coming over later to massacre my bed. Do you want to come over and watch the unholy shrine burn?"

Justin's mouth dropped open in surprise. He didn't think Brian would be so quick to get rid of his bed. He knew what they agreed to but it was nice to hear Brian making definite plans. "Uh sure, no regrets about your bed?"

"None, it was time for a change anyway." Brian shrugged it off.

When they got to Deb's Brian pulled Justin to the side yard and taught him the fine art of making snow angels. Although he insisted his was a snow devil. He drew in the horns and a tail. He was glad he wasn't wearing his leather jacket. Justin's laughter warmed his heart.

Vic stood at the window with a smile on his face. He wiped at a tear from the corner of his eye. He was glad to see Brian truly happy before he left this world. Justin was the best thing that had ever happened to this little family. Vic knew deep down when the time came Justin would make the right choice. He set about making his boys some hot cocoa.

When Brian and Justin were numb from the cold they headed in to get warmed up. Vic greeted them in the kitchen with steaming mugs. He added little marshmallows to each mug. Vic couldn't help smiling; it was just like the old days when he would make cocoa for Brian and Michael.

As Brian settled down next to Justin he caught Vic's smile. "What?"

"Recapturing your lost youth?"

Brian coughed a bit embarrassed. "I don't know what you're rambling about, old man."

Vic chuckled and left the two young love birds alone. When Vic left the room Justin leaned in and kissed Brian's warm and chocolaty lips. Justin all but purred. "You taste good," Justin said then blushed at the admission.

"So do you. I think I like cocoa kisses."

They finished up their cocoa all the while giving each other smoldering looks over the rims of their mugs. They snuck up to Justin's room to relieve some of the tension. Brian snagged Justin around his slim waist and pulled him down on top of him on the small bed. Justin's body instantly curled around Brian's. They kissed and caressed each other working themselves into a frenzy. Justin whimpered against Brian's lips as he fondled his manhood through his pants. Justin copied Brian's movements wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was getting. When they broke for a breather Justin wanted to broach the subject of pleasuring Brian orally but he was embarrassed. There were still times he felt shy and awkward around Brian, especially when they were very intimate with each other.

Brian lifted Justin's chin till they locked eyes. "I can hear you thinking. You've got that look on your face, like you want to ask me something about sex, but then you get all embarrassed." He leaned in. "I'm on to you, Justin."

Justin's cheeks turned rosy. "I want to give you pleasure, you always make me feel so… amazing. I'm not sure if there is even a word to describe how you make me feel."

Brian arched a brow. "What did you have in mind?"

"I want to um uhh blow you."

Brian's dick liked that idea very much. His length throbbed and grew harder still at the idea of Justin's lips wrapped around him.

Justin spoke in a soft voice. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to do something wrong. Could you maybe talk me through it?"

"If you're sure you want to, I can talk you through it. Justin, it's better that you ask than just dive right in. You wouldn't want to accidentally hurt someone."

Justin's eyes widened a little. "I never thought of it like that."

Brian shifted a little on the bed. Justin was laying in the vee of his legs. Brian popped the buttons on his jeans one by one holding Justin's attention. His dick sprung forth hard and dripping. "First make your lips wet." Brian's mouth parted slightly as he watched Justin lick his pink pouty lips. "Lick the head all around and down the shaft. Just let your tongue explore."

Justin tentatively stuck out his pink little tongue and gave the swollen head a light lick, Brian barely felt it. Justin licked his lips again and looked up at Brian. He gave the head a long lick swirling his tongue around the tip making the slit quiver.

"Ahhh," Brian arched his back in pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets.

Justin gave him a little smile. "Like that?"

Brian let out a shuddery breath. "Yeah, just like that."

Justin dove down on Brian again. He placed wet kisses all along the head and shaft. Brian tried his best not to buck his hips. The kid was a natural born cocksucker. His eyes practically rolled around in his head. He couldn't help the moans that escaped his lips. Vic could probably hear them since the walls were paper thin but he didn't care much.

"Fuck Justin, mmmm yeah, like that."

Brian's hand went to Justin's hair and twined his fingers in the silky locks, tugging lightly. Justin's tongue licked along the delicate vein. Brian fisted Justin's hair when he licked a particular spot on the underside of his shaft.

"Good boy, now cover your teeth and hollow out your cheeks." He demonstrated once to show Justin what he meant. "Take as much as you can handle, don't force yourself. Just relax your throat and you'll be fine."

"Ok," Justin whispered.

Justin took Brian part way into his mouth. Brian was huge. He wondered if it was possible to take it all. Justin definitely wasn't going to try it, he'd work his way up to it and have fun trying. He liked the feel of Brian's hard silky dick in his mouth. Justin loved how he could make Brian moan with very little effort. While he sucked on Brian's dick he rubbed himself against the bedding trying to relieve the building pressure in his own aching groin. Justin experimented with his mouth and tongue all along Brian's shaft. He had to calm himself and breathe steadily through his nose so he wouldn't gag. He wanted to make it really good for Brian. The sharp tugs on his hair felt surprisingly good to him. Justin gently squeezed and fondled Brian's balls as he worked Brian's shaft. He knew he was doing well by the sounds Brian was making.

"Justin," Brian panted. "I'm getting close. I… I don't want you to choke."

"Is it ok if I swallow it?"

"Sure if you want to, whatever you're comfortable with."

Justin gave Brian a devilish smile then resumed the task at hand. He could taste the saltiness of precum and wanted more. He wanted to taste Brian. Justin had a keen memory and tried to copy the things Brian had done to him on several occasions. He swirled his tongue around in fast succession then slowed down till his tongue was barely moving. His tongue played along Brian's slit and his hand fondled his full balls. One of his fingers accidentally brushed across Brian's hole and as he lapped at the head Brian came with a shout. Justin swallowed rapidly trying to keep up with the flow. At first he wasn't sure he'd like the taste. Brian had only ever given him his own to sample. Brian tasted different but he thought he could definitely get used to it. Brian's flow slowed to a trickle as the tremors tapered off. Brian pulled Justin up his body and into a deep kiss. His tongue laved Justin mouth in search for any left over cum.

"You didn't save any for me," Brian smirked.

Justin looked a little guilty. "Was I supposed to?"

Brian shook his head. "It's always nice to share, Sunshine."

Justin smiled sweetly. "I'll remember that next time. So was it good?"

Brian slipped his tongue into his cheek and looked at the ceiling pretending to think. "Not bad."

Justin gave him a full on grin. He knew that Brian had enjoyed it. Brian suddenly rolled them over so he was on top. He ripped open the Velcro on Justin's cargos.

"Your turn."

Brian attacked Justin's dick savagely making him moan deeply and grip his hair hard. They were just finishing up when Deb came home. They came down the stairs and met her at the door.

She gave Brian a knowing look. "What were you and Sunshine doing up in his room?"

Brian's tongue crept into his cheek. "Justin was just showing me his tools."

Debbie snorted a laugh while Justin blushed.

"Know anything about the snow angels in my yard?"

Brian shrugged, "Must have been some neighborhood kids."

"Uh huh, one of them being 6'2?"

"It could happen. Justin's going to be with me tonight if that's ok. I've got someone coming over to take out my old bed. Once we get rid of it Justin can put together the new one."

Deb smiled at Justin. "That bed sure is something; it's a work of art."

Justin blushed at the compliment; he wasn't use to getting them and didn't quite know what to say.

"You're coming for New Year's Eve, aren't you?" She directed her question at Brian. "Although I'm not sure watching the ball drop without Dick will be the same."

Justin shot Brian a confused look.

"I'll be here, Deb. Come on Justin, let's go."

Back at the loft they snuggled on the bed for the last time before it was demolished. Although Brian would deny he was snuggling. He was enjoying Justin's company and he dared anyone to contradict that.

"Brian, what was Deb talking about? Watching balls drop, is that like something sexual cuz I love Deb but…"

Brian couldn't help but laugh. He imagined huge testicles descending in Times Square at the stroke of midnight. He laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. Justin pulled away from him feeling foolish and embarrassed, but he couldn't help but smile a little. Brian looked so beautiful when he laughed which was rare.

When Brian saw Justin's hurt look he tried to stifle his laughter. "I'm sorry; really it's not even you. Oh man, I haven't laughed like that in a long time. No, it's nothing sexual. A lot of people watch this ball, not balls, drop at the stroke of midnight. It signifies the end and the beginning of a new year."

"Oh, well now I feel kinda silly."

Brian cupped Justin's face and kissed him. "I think it's sweet."

"And where does Dick come in at? Deb said it wouldn't be the same without him."

"Dick is in charge of dropping the ball every year. He's done it all my life. This year there will be no Dick," Brian chuckled. "He was in the hospital and just isn't up to it this year."

"Oh well, that's sad."

Just then the buzzer sounded. Brian got up to buzz Bruce in. Brian pulled back the door and arched a brow.

"Pink chainsaw, Bruce?"

"It gets the job done," he said a bit defensively.

"I'll bet it does."

It didn't take long for Brian and Justin to strip the bed and move the mattress out into the living room. Justin stood next to Brian who was looking his last at his beloved bed. Brian nodded to Bruce as he left the bedroom. Brian and Justin couldn't bear to watch for different reasons. Brian didn't want to watch the massacre of his bed. Justin didn't want to watch cuz Bruce was wearing those awful pants again. What did Brian call them? Ass chaps, Justin shuddered.

Once he had it chopped up into manageable pieces they began loading up Bruce's Dodge truck. It took quite a few trips but they managed.

"Where do you want me to take it?"

"We're coming with you; we're going to burn it in this vacant lot that I know of."

Bruce sputtered, "Burn it!"

Even Justin looked a little surprised. He didn't think Brian would go to such lengths. It meant a lot to him that Brian really took to heart what he'd said. They all piled into the truck; the trip was made in silence. When they got to the lot they unloaded the truck and stacked the wood in such a way that it would burn good.

Bruce shuffled his feet. "Do you mind if I keep a few pieces of it?"

"No, go ahead; knock yourself out."

Bruce gathered up some of the pieces and put them safely back in his truck. "I'll keep one for myself and I'm gonna sell the rest on e bay."

Brian chuckled and shook his head. The chunks of wood would probably fetch a pretty penny no doubt. Bruce doused the pile of wood that used to be the greatest fuck altar in all of Pittsburgh with gasoline. Brian dug in his pocket for his lighter.

"Wait shouldn't we say a few words?" Bruce asked.

Brian cleared his throat looking at the heap that was now his bed. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Brian paused for a moment. "This was one of the first pieces I bought for the loft. We've been through so much together, threesomes, foursomes, and orgies. It's witnessed some truly great acts of sexual pleasure. It's seen only the finest and biggest dicks in Pittsburgh and outlying areas." Brian gave the pile of kindling a pained look. He tried to covertly wipe away the moisture in his eyes. Brian was convinced it was only the wind that brought tears to his eyes. "You will be missed by all; so long, it's been grand."

Justin rolled his eyes and hugged himself to keep warm. Brian sniffed as he leaned over and touched the lighter to the bed. Justin slipped his arm around Brian's slender waist pulling him close for warmth and maybe just a little comfort. They stood there in silence just watching it burn.

Bruce drove them back to Deb's after the deed was done. They carefully loaded the pieces of the new bed in the back of the truck. They took extra special care to make sure nothing got scratched and that it would travel well. Justin ran up to his room and grabbed his bag that had his tool case in it and a special surprise for Brian. Justin blushed at the thought of his plans. Earlier in the week Daphne made a suggestion to him. She was sure it would drive Brian wild. He was more than eager to put it to the test.

Once all the pieces to the new bed were carefully piled up in the loft Brian thanked Bruce for his time and sent him on his way with two hundred dollars tucked into his pocket. While Brian was busy with Bruce Justin slipped away into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable and familiar. After Brian shut the door he made his way up the stairs.

"Justin."

He looked around the room. Justin stepped out of the bathroom and Brian's mouth dropped open. Justin stood there dressed in his old Amish clothes. He wore loose fitting black pants with his robin's egg blue shirt that always brought out the color of his eyes. His tool belt was slung low on his slim hips. Brian licked his lips hungrily Justin gave Brian a coy little smile. Brian could feel his dick swell in his jeans.

"How long will it take you to put the bed together?"

Justin squatted down next to the pile of handcrafted wood. He smiled up at Brian. "Not long; you can give me a hand inserting the wood into the grooves."

"Oh, I'm good at inserting wood," Brian growled.

Justin's eyes flashed with lust. "I know." Justin set up the four baseboards first. Each end was precut with grooves so the pieces could interlock. He used good strong Amish glue, locked the pieces in place then gave it an extra tap with his hammer to make sure the glue set.

"You aren't going to use any nails?" Brian asked a little skeptical.

"No, don't need them. Don't worry it'll hold."

Brian arched his brow and his tongue traveled to his cheek. "How many beds have you made?"

"Including this one?" Justin let out a puff of air as he thought. "Ten and I haven't had any complaints yet."

Brian helped heft the headboard into place. It was quite a bit bigger than the old one. Brian smirked; it would just give Justin something to hang onto while he fucked him into the mattress. His fingers ran over a chiseled design on the back.

"What's this?"

Justin glanced up and saw Brian running his fingers over his seal. His heart did a little flip in his chest. "It's my crafter's seal. All the Amish have one; it's so you can tell who made what. Mine is a maple leaf with my initials in the center. I made my initials a little fancier than usual, since it's for you. I didn't want it to be plain, even though no one will ever see it." Justin shrugged a little.

The headboard had a Celtic knot trailing across the top of it; it angled down in the center with a Celtic triangle. The carving was stained black then highlighted in gold. It was a grand bed and he liked it very much. Brian held the headboard steady while Justin bent over to attach it to the baseboards. Brian couldn't take his eyes off Justin's perfect ass. When Justin stood up suddenly he was trapped between Brian's arms still holding the headboard. Brian rubbed his groin against Justin's ass. He was about ready to burst out of his jeans he was so hard. His breath tickled the shell of Justin's ear.

"I hope you're almost done, I'm so fucking hard. Just watching you makes me want to cum in my pants. I nearly did when I saw you in those clothes. You're so fucking hot you know that?" Brian nipped playfully at Justin's ear causing him to let out a startled yelp.

"I'll take your word for it." He let out a shuddery breath. Justin's dick was painfully hard and tenting his pants. His swaying tool belt only drew attention to his arousal.

Once the headboard was in place Brian and Justin struggled with the huge slab of wood that was to be the platform. They grunted and panted trying to get it to line up just right so it would set in the grooves of the base. Justin couldn't help the giggle that escaped at some of Brian's more creative curses. Justin secured the platform to the base. When he thought it would hold they got the mattress and placed it on the platform.

"Is it ready?" Brian asked.

"Yeah…."

Justin was swiftly tackled, they both landed on the bed. Brian pulled Justin on top of him. Brian kissed him soundly before tugging at his clothes.

"Fuck you got me so hot."

Brian tugged open Justin's shirt. He placed hard searing kisses all over Justin face. Justin unhooked his tool belt and let it drop over the side of the bed. His tools had been digging into him. The only tool he wanted to feel now was Brian's. Brian had Justin naked and panting in ten seconds flat. He ripped open his jeans freeing his steel length. Justin crawled to the center of the bed with Brian hot on his trail. Brian kissed, nipped and licked at Justin's spine. He snagged a condom from the bowl on the nightstand.

Brian panted against Justin's ear. "I just might have you make me a set of matching nightstands as well."

"I'll make anything you want," Justin panted. "Just hurry up and fuck me already."

Brian blinked then laughed. "Where has the quiet little Amish boy gone?"

Justin nipped playfully at his coral lip. "He's still around somewhere."

Brian cornered him at the top of the bed. Justin automatically grasped the headboard. It was all how Brian imagined. "Let's see if this bed can withstand a good hard fuck. You think you can take it hard?"

Justin shivered involuntarily, "Yeah."

Brian petted Justin's back with his free hand while he quickly prepared Justin. While Brian stroked on a condom Justin got his grip on the headboard. He arched his back and thrust his butt up to meet Brian. He felt positively wicked. The things they were about to do in this Amish built bed sent shudders through his body and heat to his cheeks. Brian entered him in one long smooth thrust. Justin gripped the headboard harder. Brian ran his hands over Justin's chest and down his sides, he tweaked a pink hardened nipple.

"You ok?"

"Yes," Justin let out a shuddery sigh.

Brian thrust deeply within Justin. He swiveled and rocked his hips trying to give as much pleasure as he could. He couldn't resist running his fingers through Justin's silky swishing strands of gold. Brian pulled Justin's neck to the side and began to nuzzle and nip. Justin moaned softly at all the sensations he was feeling. Brian was an amazing lover. Soon Brian was pounding into him forcefully. They wouldn't last long at this pace. Brian kept up a constant friction against Justin's prostate. Justin's constant stream of moans made his dick swell even bigger. Brian's hand traveled down to Justin's dripping cock and began to jerk him off with quick long strokes. Justin cried out and splattered his thick creamy cum against the headboard. Brian gripped his hips tightly and shot his own heavy load up Justin's ass.

They slid down the bed resting against each other. Brian's arms came easily around Justin, even if he was all wet and sticky. Brian ran his finger through a rivulet of dripping cum on the headboard and licked it off his finger. "I hearby christen it fuck altar deux."

Justin had his head resting against Brian's chest. "Do you like your new bed?"

Brian thought for a moment. "Yeah I really like it. No one has ever made me anything quite this nice before and it held up during our fucking. I think we need to keep testing it out though, see if it can withstand a 10.0 fuck."

Justin smiled seductively at Brian, "Oh it will, but you're right, just to be sure we should put it through all the paces."

They dragged themselves out of bed and into the shower to clean up. While they were in there they had some good clean wet fun. Brian pulled on his silk robe which Justin seemed to like very much on him. The boy couldn't take his eyes off him. He lent Justin some sweats and a tee to change into.

"How about I order us some food?"

"Sure, I'm kinda hungry."

Brian chuckled, "You're always hungry. How do you feel about Chinese food?"

"I've never had it. Whatever you want to get is fine."

After he placed the order he went to join Justin on the sofa. They cuddled up against each other. Without really thinking Brian flicked on the tv. For him it was just something automatic even if he didn't usually watch much tv. Brian felt Justin flinch against him at the sudden noise. Justin looked around the room to see where it was coming from. His eyes instantly landed on the flat panel on the wall.

He let out a gasp and jumped up. "Oh God, how could you, Brian! Ohh those poor people. You let them out of that box this instant!" Tears pooled in the corners of Justin's eyes. He was trembling visibly. How could he be so wrong about Brian?

"Justin, what the fuck? After all this time no one has shown you a tv?"

Justin sniffled looking warily at Brian. "No."

Brian tugged a reluctant Justin onto his lap. He thumbed away a glistening tear and leaned in to kiss the tip of Justin's nose. "It's not real, Justin. It's just…." He thought of how to explain a tv to someone who has never seen one before. "It's just moving pictures, no one is trapped it's just their image. Like a very high tech photo only it's not the same thing."

Justin put his head in his hands. "I feel like such a fool. I'm sorry for thinking you could hurt someone like that."

Brian said nothing and kissed the top of Justin's head. He lifted Justin's chin. "Look." He began flipping through the channels at random. "See nothing to be afraid of." He landed on a cartoon station. Justin saw a little yellow sponge bouncing around.

"That is so weird," Justin murmured.

Brian chuckled, "I suppose it is. I'm surprised you didn't see it at Deb's. She's always watching tv."

"Well she's been working a lot lately. I can't believe Daphne didn't tell me about this!"

The buzzer sounded signaling that their food had arrived. Brian placed the remote in Justin's hand and slid him off his lap. "This button changes the channel; find us something good to watch while I get the food."

Justin looked at the slim box in his hand. He tentatively tapped the button with his index finger. When the channel changed he jumped slightly. Brian had been secretly watching him from the island. He wouldn't have missed it for the world. Justin could just be so darn cute sometimes. He was like Gus in a way, everything was new to him. Secretly he liked to share all Justin's discoveries with him. He shook his head as he went to pay for the food. The kid was turning him into a lesbian. When he came back with the cartons of food he lined them up along the coffee table. Brian groaned when he saw what was on the tv.

"Why am I not surprised, teenagers."

Justin smiled up at him. "I like this one."

"Of course you do; it's MTV, millions of teenagers watch it." He went into the kitchen to get his own expensive chopsticks. Those cheap wooden ones would never do. Brian sprawled out on the floor pillows. Justin flopped down next to him. Brian cursed a blue streak when he saw what was coming on. It happened to be 'I love the 90's.'

"What?" Justin asked.

"I hate that fuck head." Brian pointed with the tip of his chopstick.

Justin looked at the weasel like man with the beady eyes. He didn't like the looks of him either. Brian knew that Justin would have a hard time with the chopsticks. Call him devious but he thought it would be a fun and educational experience. He first demonstrated with his own. Then he positioned Justin's fingers on another set of chopsticks. He could only manage to pick up a bit of food for a few seconds before it quivered and fell back into the box.

Justin pouted. "This is hard; no wonder you're so skinny."

Brian laughed and fed Justin a bite then tweaked his nose with the sticks. He handed over a fork and Justin happily dug in. A few moments later something caught Justin's eye on the tv. Brian looked up.

"Oh fuck." He scrambled to find the remote to change the channel. Brian happened to remember this spoof video even if it was a long time ago. He didn't want it to upset or offend Justin even if it was meant to be funny. Justin stilled his hand.

"I want to see this," Justin said firmly.

The video that was unfolding was Amish Paradise starring weird Al Yankovic. It was the Amish buggy that initially got his attention. It had to be a surreal experience for Justin. Brian was a bit relieved when he heard Justin giggle. They showed Amish people stomping on electronic devices. He laughed outright when he saw them feeding pizza to chickens. Daphne had introduced him to the joys of pizza earlier in the week. Justin understood a lot of what exactly was being made fun of in the video. He covered his face, blushing deeply when he saw the man pumping a butter churn much like he had done back on the farm. Only he didn't get excited at a passing girl.

"Oh my word, how could they know about the butter churn!"

Brian laughed and rubbed his shoulder. "Now I've got a strong visual of little Justin when he first discovered masturbation."

Justin was practically rolling around on the floor laughing when the barn frame fell over. Brian waited for Justin's laughing fit to be over. "So I take it you're not mad?"

"No, oh my word, that was funny and pretty accurate in some spots too." Justin grew quiet "Is that how people out here see the Amish?"

Brian shifted uncomfortably. "Justin, what you have to understand is out here in this life there are mean spiteful people who get off on making fun of others. They thrive on teasing and tormenting others because they are unhappy miserable people with no life, it's just how it is unfortunately. Someone will always mock and laugh at the different cultures, different races. They do it because they are ignorant and don't understand. No one is immune, the Amish, gays, everyone."

Justin nodded in understanding. "That's kinda sad. I can't believe they put in the butter churn!" Justin's giggles got the better of him again and all unhappy thoughts were forgotten.

Everyone had arrived at Deb's house hours ago everyone except for Brian and Emmett that is. Justin was only really concerned with one of the absentees. He sat on the couch playing with Gus. The baby giggled happily as Justin tickled his sides lightly.

Justin heard the front door open. He knew it was Brian without having to look up. He tucked his arms underneath Gus' head and back lifting the baby up to his chest and cradled him as he stood. Justin gave Brian time to take off his coat and hang it before he moved towards him.

"Hey," he mumbled always in awe of Brian the first few seconds they encountered each other.

Grinning, Brian took Gus from the younger man's arms. Lifting Gus high in the air he replied "Hey." He brought Gus down and tucked him into his right arm using the left to reach out and hook around the back of Justin's neck. He drew him closer and kissed him softly.

"Brian!" Michael darted over from his position by the girls and Vic. Shoving Justin out of the way; he grabbed a fistful of Brian's shirt and kissed him. "We've been waiting for you so we can eat dinner. Let's go! Ma, Brian's here! Let's eat, I'm starving! I'm sure Emmett will get here soon enough!"

Brian allowed himself to be led by Mikey as he turned his head and rolled his eyes dramatically at Justin. Grinning, Justin just shrugged and walked behind them talking to Lindsay and Melanie when they asked him a question regarding some of his woodworking skills. They all found their seats around Deb's big table.

Suddenly the door flew open again and a flushed, sweaty Emmett walked in. Shrugging out of his jacket he put it on a hanger and rushed into the dining room. Sitting down, he started apologizing to everyone.

"I know I'm late again, I'm sorry!"

Leaning back in his seat, Gus now safely in his high chair, Brian crossed his arms and stared knowingly at Emmett. "What did old Theodore do now?"

Shifting uncomfortably Emmett looked around before muttering, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Continuing to just stare at Emmett Brian didn't look away until Emmett sighed in frustration and began telling the latest tale of Teddy's woes.

"Well, we got some invite for a kinky sex party that was happening. When we got there, turns out it's in the back of some 18 wheeler. Well, we figured we might as well check it out since we were there. Long story short Teddy found someone and was preparing to allow him, well access. As he turned to…" Emmett looked around and blushed. "Well he hit his dick on the side of the truck. It was all metal and well you've all seen 'A Christmas Story' so I don't need to explain the rest."

"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me! Deb exclaimed.

"You know" Brian began leaning forward with his forearms braced on the table. "A dick, even Theodore's deserves a certain level of respect. If he can't give it to him it should be removed."

Brian just shrugged as he faced six glares.

"Michael was particularly annoying tonight."

Brian walked back out of the kitchen a glass in each hand. Reaching Justin he handed the blond one of them.

"It's for midnight. It's the same stuff we had at Babylon so you'll like it and yes Michael most definitely outdid himself tonight. I don't know what his fucking problem is," Brian replied.

He took both their glasses and set them down on the coffee table in front of them. Placing a hand on Justin's chest he shoved him back roughly on the couch and attacked the blond's mouth.

"Brian," Justin pushed at Brian weakly not really attempting to fight him, but making his protest known.

Pulling away Brian stared at Justin. "What?" before he bent down and attacked the blond's neck.

"It's five minutes to midnight. You said you'd mmmm, turn on the Oh! Box so that we could watch the ball drop," Justin murmured attempting to focus while he melted under Brian's lips.

"It's a shiny ball. It's in the sky. It comes down. End of story," Brian explained not stopping his task.

"Please?" Justin asked. Brian pulled away and looked into the blue eyes below him. Justin was nibbling on his lower lip out of nervousness. Sighing, Brian leaned down and kissed him on the mouth once more before moving to grab the remote. Turning on the "box" Brian sat back on the couch and watched as Justin perked up.

"It's really odd seeing all those people in there. I mean, really...one day you'll have to explain the mechanics of getting caught up in this crazy mischief." Justin sat up tucking his legs underneath him. Brian just grinned at the kid's excitement glad to witness it. He'd never had a chance to be so un...well unjaded.

A few minutes later the big numbers on the screen popped up signaling the final countdown. As the one came and disappeared, the people on the screen jumped up and down hugging each other while above them the ball began it's decent. Justin gasped and his hand went to his throat. He saw that the ball slowed down before stopping completely at the bottom.

Looking at Brian wide-eyed he said, "That was amazing!" He leaned forward to grab his glass and gestured for Brian to do the same. Clinking their glasses together they drank, never looking away from each other. Setting the now empty glasses down Justin licked his lips and looked at Brian.

"What happens now?" he asked innocently.

"Now," Brian replied, arching an eyebrow he made a show of positioning himself over Justin in a way that forced the teen to lay back to accommodate him. "We celebrate."

Brian pushed back the thoughts that invaded him. Here he was with Justin. Supposedly whatever you were doing at the stroke of midnight would follow you all through the year. He didn't believe in that shit. He very much doubted that Justin would be with him next year. He'd take what he could and be happy with the time he had with Justin. Brian leaned down to capture Justin's lips with his own once more. Together body and soul, each rang in the New Year in a way that they never had before and would never forget.

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