Devil's Playground

Chapter 17

Brian lounged on Justin's bed and was amused as Justin slowly began to freak out about the art show. Justin rifled through his closet not knowing what one wore to such things. He heaved a sigh and turned.

"Brian, help."

Brian got up and rubbed Justin's arms. "Take a deep breath and relax, it'll be fine."

"I'm just nervous, I don't know if I'm ready for this. No, I know I'm not ready for this."

Brian slung his arm around Justin. "Can I be blunt?"

Justin nodded hesitantly.

"It's not a real art show. The center puts it on so young people can show their work. It's not a big deal. If you happen to sell some sketches everyone profits."

"I know that Brian; I just want to do well. I don't know what's expected of me, or how to act."

Brian pulled him in for a kiss. "Again you worry too much. I'll be by your side, ok?"

"Yeah."

Brian went to the closet and looked at Justin's selection. He threw a pair of tight black jeans on the bed. He looked through Justin's shirts but didn't see what he had in mind.

"Put those on. I got something at the loft you can wear."

Justin stripped off his cargos then tugged on the jeans. He always felt self conscious in these jeans; they made his package look bigger. They had to hurry; he was supposed to be at the center soon.

Brian drove him to the loft with the radio on hoping it would distract and calm him. Brian went through his closet and found the perfect shirt for Justin. He laid a black wife beater on the bed followed by a sapphire blue silk button down shirt. Brian playfully tugged Justin by the shirt over to him. He pulled off Justin's t shirt tossing it off to the side. Brian helped him on with the wife beater tussling his long hair affectionately. Then he slipped on the silk shirt, buttoning it half way. Since the shirt was his it was a bit long in the arms for Justin. He rolled the sleeves up for him. Brian stood back to take a look at his handy work.

Brian gave him a tongue in cheek smirk. "You look hot."

Justin laughed nervously looking down at the floor under Brian's intense gaze. He felt his cheeks grow warm.

"Come on; Lindsay, will have my balls if you're late."

As soon as they entered the GLC Lindsay was right there.

"Justin, good you're here on time. Now the artists usually stand by their work and are generally on hand to answer questions about their work. Your stuff is towards the back and to the right."

"Lindz, back off; you're scaring him. Come on. Justin; let's get you something to drink. It'll make you feel better. Oh, and try not to look directly at the pussy sculptures. Don't want you to have nightmares."

Justin casually looked around but didn't see any sculptures of cats. He was a bit confused as to why Brian thought seeing cats would give him nightmares. He liked cats. They had many barn cats on the farm. Brian handed him a glass of Champagne. He giggled softly as the bubbles tickled his nose. Brian kept his hand in the middle of Justin's back. Justin found it comforting and was glad for the contact. He was feeling so out of place. He stood in front of his art looking at it as if for the first time. It looked so professional; of course, that's how it was probably supposed to look. Justin had let Lindsay pick the pieces she wanted for the show. She had ended up selecting five.

Justin noticed there was an orange sticker on one of his sketches and thought it was a bit odd. "Um Brian, what does that mean?"

"It usually means that it's sold."

"Really?" Justin gasped in surprise.

In fact Brian knew that it was indeed sold; he had bought it before hand. Justin would be receiving a sizeable chunk of change from the proceeds. The sketch was of a jean jacket hanging on the back of a door. It was one of Justin's best pieces. Brian wanted a sketch to remember Justin by. That lone jean jacket had spoken to him deeply. Brian would never forget his time with Justin; he would treasure this time always. Brian gripped Justin to him just a little tighter. As they stood there a woman came by and placed another sticker on one of Justin's sketches, this one a landscape of back home. Justin looked up at Brian and smiled widely. He was starting to let go of some of the tension that he felt.

Daphne came running up to them. "Justin, this is so fucking cool, isn't it?"

"Yeah I guess. Look Daphne two of my sketches already sold."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you sold all of them."

Justin looked at her astonished. "You think I'm that good?"

"Well duh, of course you are."

Lindsay came over to Justin. "Could I borrow Justin for a while? The woman that bought his landscape sketch wants to talk to the artist."

Justin gave Brian a little panicked look.

"Go on; you'll be fine. Just answer her questions and if there's something that you don't want to talk about just say that you'd rather not talk about it. Lindsay won't let the questioning get out of line, will you Lindsay?"

"No, of course not."

Brian watched them walk towards an old woman and easily fall into conversation with her.

"He belongs here," Brian murmured.

"I agree."

Brian was startled out of his thoughts; he had forgotten that Daphne was still there.

"He should be free to become an artist or craftsman, what ever the fuck he wants to do. He doesn't belong on some farm fucking churning butter. He's better than that. You haven't talked to him about what he's going to do, have you?"

"No, I know what he's going through. I've been there, remember? He doesn't need added pressure from me. Besides there's still time left. It's only May. It's a difficult decision we're all faced with. I mean he'd never be able to see or speak to his parents again. It's not a decision that should be made lightly."

"I should have been so lucky. I could do without ever speaking to my mother again. What do you think he'll do?" Brian asked softly.

"I honestly don't know. He loves it here and I know he loves you." She sighed. "But he's very honorable and loyal to his family. Breaking ties with his family would damn near kill him." Daphne could see the pain in Brian's eyes. "You want him to stay, don't you?"

Brian remained silent but it was all too clear what he wanted. Daphne's heart hurt for them both. She knew either way they were going to end up hurt.

&&&&&&&

Soon it was June and that could only mean one thing, Pride. It was as Deb called it the high homo holidays. Brian was looking forward to sharing Justin's first Pride with him. He could already tell that Justin was confused as to what all the fuss was about. Everyone had been invited over to Deb's for a big barbeque before the parade. Brian sat in the shade cradling his son in his arms. When Justin drew near he pulled him onto his lap so he had both his boys close.

"Could you explain all this to me?"

"Every year in June all the fags celebrate that they're queer and with the supposed freedom to be queer. There's a big party with lots of rainbow crap and lots of fucking. Basically to shout we're here, we're queer and we're here to stay. Then when it's all over everyone goes back to being ashamed."

Justin laughed. "Interesting perspective."

Daphne took a picture of Justin laughing on Brian's lap. Justin heard the click and looked up. He froze when he saw the camera.

"I couldn't help it; you looked so cuddly together."

Justin smiled slightly and nodded.

"Wanna pose for this one? It gets exhausting trying to covertly take your picture."

Justin rolled his eyes but smiled while wrapping his arms around Brian. He figured if tons of tourists could take his picture he might as well let his best friend.

After the picture was taken, Brian called, "I want a copy of that."

"You'll get one," Daphne laughed.

"She got us at Christmas too."

"Why am I not surprised?" Justin said wryly.

"You're not pissed?"

"The Amish don't get pissed."

Brian snorted a laugh.

"Ok we do, but we hide it well. Daphne's my best friend. I don't have a problem with it. Whenever I would go out with my family the tourists were always trying to take pictures of me because I'm so cute," he said with air quotes.

Deb yelled for them to come and eat. Justin got off Brian's lap and made a beeline for the food. Some thing's never change. Brian cradled a sleeping Gus to his chest and went in search of something to nibble on himself.

"Happy Pride, baby," Emmett cheered.

"Uh, you too," Justin said with a smile. He still wasn't sure he was grasping the whole concept of what this day meant but he was going along with it the best he could. Justin sat next to Daphne with a heaping plate of food. Brian settled on the other side of him with Gus on his lap.

Daphne smiled. "He's getting so big. I bet he'll be really tall just like you."

Brian rocked his son proudly. "There's a good chance he will." He ate carefully while holding onto Gus.

Justin looked at Daphne. "Have you ever been to a pride parade?"

"Of course, Mel and Lindsay took me to my first. It was… overwhelming."

Brian snickered, "Didn't Mel try to get you to ride with her in the "Dykes on bikes" contingent?"

Daphne shuddered. "Yeah, I thought she was joking at the time. Anyway the parade is an eye opening experience. You'll definitely see a lot of weird shit."

Brian grimaced. "Speaking of which, Gus needs changing."

"I'll change him for you," Justin volunteered.

Brian arched a brow before handing Gus over. "I'd be forever in your debt."

"You should try changing cloth diapers, that's much harder."

Justin took Gus and laid him down on a blanket not far away. He grabbed a fresh diaper from Gus' bag and set about changing him. Brian's heart swelled in his chest as he watched Justin with his son. When Justin had Gus all fresh and clean he handed him over to Lindsay. Both Mel and Lindsay with baby Gus were going to march in the marriage initiative. Everyone started breaking off into groups and would meet up at the parade. Daphne tagged along with Brian and Justin. She wanted to be there for Justin's first Pride, also to lend support if he freaked out.

Justin wound his arm around Brian and kept close to him. He couldn't believe there were so many people; it was more than a little intimidating. He also couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not even on the wildest night at Babylon had he ever seen such sights before.

"You ok?" Brian murmured in his ear.

Justin nodded his head slightly.

Even his wildest, craziest dreams couldn't rival what he was seeing. They stood there and watched for quite a while. When the Babylon float started to come down the street Brian grabbed Justin's hand.

"Wanna be in the parade?"

"What?" Justin asked astonished.

Brian ran with Justin holding on tight to his hand. He momentarily let go to climb aboard the float, then he held out his hand for Justin to grab. Brian tugged him up next to him. Justin had this wide eyed adorable look on his face. Brian pulled him flush against his body and kissed him as the float moved down the street. They could hear the crowd cheering loudly.

"This is amazing," Justin shouted to be heard over all the noise.

Brian danced with Justin like they would if they were at Babylon. The other male dancers on the float danced around them but they were the crowning glory.

When the parade was over they went to Woody's for drinks and to meet up with everyone there. Brian went to the bar and ordered two double Beams. They downed their drinks then Brian looked at Justin.

"So what do you think of pride?"

"It's absolutely unbelievable. I'm having a great time though."

"Good."

Brian pulled Justin out into the street where there was a mini party. They danced in the street to an old ABBA song. Justin couldn't believe what an amazing night this was turning out to be.

From Woody's they went on to Babylon and hit the dance floor. The rainbow flags were flying and the glitter was raining down. With every dance they danced they got closer and closer till it looked like they were fucking on the dance floor. They rubbed their hard ons together till they were near bursting.

"Brian stop, I'll cum in my pants."

"We wouldn't want that now would we?"

"Can we go home now?" Justin pleaded.

"I've got another idea, how about the backroom?"

Justin visibly balked at that idea.

"Do you trust me Justin? Trust that I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you?"

"I… I trust you. I'm just not sure."

"I wouldn't push you into something I didn't think you couldn't handle or weren't ready for."

"Ok, I'll go with you," Justin said a bit nervously.

Justin had to admit that he was curious. The one and only time he'd been in the backroom hadn't been very pleasant. This time he was with Brian and sure to create happy memories. They passed through the chain curtain. Justin held tight to Brian's hand. He was incredibly hard, hearing and seeing all the naked men having sex. He didn't want to be on display though. As horny and as hard as he was he didn't want people watching him.

Brian passed a guy getting plowed in the ass. "Hey Todd, how's it going?"

"Fiiiiine. Happy Priiiiiiide."

Brian chuckled, "You too, Todd."

Finally they came to an empty stretch of concrete wall. Brian pushed Justin up against the wall and kissed him deeply till his toes started to curl in his sneakers.

"Brian, I don't want to be on display. I don't want to be watched."

"I know you're shy," Brian said kissing along his neck. "I wasn't planning on fucking you for all to see." Brian's nimble fingers popped the button on Justin's jeans. "I'm going to jerk you off. I'll be standing in front of you; no one will see you… much. While I'm jerking you off you can watch the goings on over my shoulder." He nipped at Justin's earlobe eliciting a gasp. Brian unzipped Justin's jeans. When there was no resistance on Justin's part, he pushed his jeans down slightly and pulled out Justin's leaking cock.

Justin let out a shuddery breath as Brian held his cock in his big warm hand. As Brian began to stroke him off Justin looked over Brian's shoulder. He could see someone getting a blow job and another getting fucked in the ass. His hole clenched at the sight. Justin slowly rocked his hips against Brian's hand. He felt so naughty letting Brian jerk him off in a public place, but it was really turning him on. His dick was quite slick with precum. Brian shoved his hand down Justin's pants and began playing with his balls. Justin's cries of passion mixed with all the other noises in the backroom.

"Spread your legs a little wider," Brian murmured.

"Ohhh!" Justin did as Brian requested.

Brian pressed the pad of his finger against Justin's hole teasing him. Justin reached up and squeezed Brian's shoulders tight, hugging Brian to him as he rutted against him. Justin hissed as Brian pressed against the base of his dick killing his need to cum for the moment. Their tongues dueled as Brian continued to jerk Justin off.

"Oh God Brian, this is so good."

Brian smirked, "I knew you'd like this."

"Brian, faster, please, need to cum."

Brian fisted Justin's leaking cock. Justin's head rolled back and he closed his eyes. He was on total sensory overload. Justin began to tremble as his orgasm approached. He moaned low in his throat. His orgasm hit him like a freight train. He drenched Brian's hand with his hot cum. Justin sagged against the wall trying to keep on his feet. Brian wiped his hand off on a spare tissue he had then tucked Justin's dick back in his jeans and straightened his clothes. He leaned in and kissed Justin sweetly.

"What about you? You didn't get off."

"That was just for you."

Brian slung his arm around Justin's neck. "Come on; let's get you a drink."

When Justin stepped out of the backroom he wore a big grin on his face and he had a little swagger to his step.

Michael grumbled, "Unfucking believable."

Emmett cheered, "You go, baby!"

Ted shook his head. "Leave it to Brian to corrupt the Amish."

Brian and Justin tossed back their drinks ignoring everyone. They were celebrating Pride in their own special way.

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