Devil's Playground

Chapter 6

It had been nearly a month since his release out into the Devil's Playground. A month since he'd left life as he knew it, and was plunged into chaos. Only a month and there was so much that he couldn't believe he'd lived without. The phone, unfortunately, was not one of those things.

"NO! NO! DAPHNE! I TOLD YOU I DON'T LIKE THIS! I CAN'T SEE YOU!! YOU'RE INVISIBLE BUT NOT REALLY! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!"

"Justin!! Stop screaming! I can hear you just fine! You don't have to scream!"

"BUT I CAN'T SEE YOU! YOU'RE SO FAR AWAY! IF YOU ARE THAT FAR AWAY, HOW CAN YOU HEAR ME IF I SPEAK NORMALLY? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

"JUSTIN!" Daphne screamed, exasperated, "forget it! I'm on my way over. Shit!"

Snapping his phone shut, Justin threw it on his bed and eyed it evilly. Looking down at his crotch, he eyed the bulge that appeared every time he felt the vibration on his leg. There was just something altogether eerie about speaking to someone who wasn't there. This just wasn't a concept that he could grasp. The fact that it excited him to the extreme didn't help its case. It was embarrassing that every time someone called him, his body betrayed him. It just felt so good vibrating against his thigh when it was in his pocket; not to mention that the first time he'd received a call and felt the vibration he'd been in a compromising situation with Brian so whenever he felt that rumbling against his leg, he remembered Brian stretched out above him kissing him…touching him.

Ah, yes. Brian. Yet another interesting aspect of his foray into this world. He'd never met another person in his life quite like Brian. The brunet was one of the few people that he'd encountered that didn't incessantly treat him like a child. Coincidentally, he was also one of the most handsome men Justin had ever encountered in his seventeen years. So self assured, so dark and alluring, and despite what everyone said, so caring.

This whole process of coming out into the world had been confusing enough. He'd always felt that he didn't truly belong within the confines of the world he'd grown up in, but he'd never expected the difference to be so profound. The idea that he was attracted to other men…that just went against all the teachings of the Amish. Everything he'd done so far, everything he'd tried -- he'd broken so many laws, so many of their rules -- but somehow, deep down, he knew that this was a big one. Despite that fact, he didn't think he'd have things any other way.

Yes, he missed his family. There was no way to deny that. Every night he got into bed, he held the small rag doll that Molly had given him before he left. His fingers itched to get his hands on a piece of wood to perhaps carve a portrait. He remembered his mother perfectly; the way she'd always allowed him to work beside her in the kitchen or quilting despite his father's protests. Then, there was his father. Regardless of how hard the man had been with him, Justin missed him as well. His dad wasn't purposefully mean or harsh. Craig Taylor just expected his son to be the best man possible. Adhering to the code of the Old Order and working the land to support a family was the way to achieve that.

Justin flopped down on the bed he'd been using since he'd been released. Running his hand lightly up and down over his stomach, he sighed. It seemed as though he'd never been able to please his father regardless of how hard he tried. Liking men - being gay as Daphne and Michael had referred to it - was definitely not going to help matters. His father had spoken of Rebecca as a match for him; undoubtedly, he would never picture Brian as a good match. Being with Brian broke one of the main laws of the Amish. The one that said sins of the flesh were to occur only as a means for procreation, not for pleasure or recreation.

Sins of the flesh…well, although Daphne assured him that there was more to it than what Brian and he had engaged in, he was sure that what they'd done was enough to get him in trouble. It had felt so good though. Moving his hand from his stomach to the front of his pants, Justin began rubbing himself through his jeans. He thought about that night in the jeep. Justin blushed as he remembered how he'd flagrantly rubbed himself against Brian, his hips had arched and moved instinctively; of their own accord.

Making quick work of the button on his jeans, he pulled out his painfully stiff cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit and spreading the pre-cum. He ran his other hand across his chest, arching into his hand, moaning. This was becoming a habit of his. He was sure that doing this, this act - masturbating, he thought was what Daphne had called it - so often was wrong.

Opening the front door and letting herself in, Daphne muttered angrily to herself,

"It's a fucking phone. How hard is that to understand? So you can't see the people, big fucking deal! That's the beauty of it! I mean for shit's sake, who the fuck wants to face some one ALL THE DAMN TIME. But noooo, not Justin. I mean, fuck! I was definitely not this bad!"

Heading up the stairs, she didn't bother to check for Deb or Vic because Justin had told her, or rather yelled at her, over the phone that both had gone out grocery shopping. Ok, so maybe she should exercise a bit more patience. Daphne was positive that there were some things that she just couldn't understand. Belts were a perfect example. She couldn't fathom why anyone would spend so much money on a dead animal's hide with a fancy buckle, when using rope worked just fine. Daphne grinned as she remembered how many times Lindsay and Melanie had been so frustrated at her when she came down dressed all nice, except for her rope "belt". Ok, so maybe she could be a little bit nicer over the phone.

For now.

"Justin, ok, let's get the show on the - HOLY SHIT!"

Justin sat up and scrambled to readjust himself. He felt his face heat up and he knew that he was all sorts of different shades of red. He was trying to tuck his slowly softening cock back in his pants. Daphne made no effort to hide the fact that she was gawking.

"Oh my God!! Justin, you have a huge dick! Holy shit, pull it back out!" Daphne exclaimed, moving towards him.

"WHAT?! Stay away!" Justin yelled, diving into a corner in the room and moving his hands over his crotch, shielding himself.

"I mean, I thought Curtis was pretty well off, but shit! You have a whole lot on him! C'mon, lemme see!" she demanded, eyeing his crotch pointedly.

"Have you lost your mind, Daphne? I am not showing you my, my penis," he hissed the last part, looking from side to side. He half expected the hand of God to strike him down at the moment. "Stop this!"

"I'll show you my boobs! I mean, you've never seen some of those, have you? And I have really nice ones! Justin, come on! It's not a big deal, I mean, technically I already saw it!"

"Since you've already seen it, then you don't have to see it again!" he returned, inching across the wall to sit back down on the bed.

"Fine, you big baby," Daphne huffed and sat down haughtily on the bed. "You're no fun. Besides, if you don't want anyone to see you, you shouldn't leave the door wide open when you're pulling your pud, damn it!"

"I didn't expect you to get here so fast!" Justin mumbled, the red in his face not completely faded yet.

"No excuse!" Daphne crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. She didn't care that she was being immature, it was a nice cock and she wanted another look!

Justin sat on the edge of the bed and Daphne eyed him warily out of the corner of her eye. He squirmed uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. He was shoved over suddenly, and he found himself on his back on the bed, trapped between Daphne's legs.

"You're so dead, Taylor!" she exclaimed, jabbing her fingers into his sides lightly.

"Oh man! Stop! Daphne, no fair! You know I'm ticklish!" he spoke between giggles. Shifting wildly in attempts to free himself, Justin struggled for breath. Getting his arms free, he used them to grab Daphne's biceps and flip their positions on the bed.

"You're soooo gonna get it now, Chanders!" Justin pinned her arms beneath his knees, careful not to hurt her. Bringing his hands down, he tickled her sides until she was red in the face and gasping. Tired, he flopped down on the bed next to her. Bringing his arm up, he bent it at the elbow and tucked the hand under his head. Daphne moved over and lay with her head in the crook of his arm pit.

"So, now…what's the problem?" she asked, closing her eyes wanting to sleep. She never woke up before noon on a weekend. Let alone, before ten in the fucking a.m.

"I uh…I don't have any clothes," Daphne heard the rumbling of his voice in his chest. Opening her eyes, she looked into his blue ones, confused.

"What do you mean you don't have any clothes?"

"Well, I went to go get dressed this morning, and this was the last pair of pants and shirt that I had," Justin continued, squirming under her direct gaze.

"So do laundry. Justin, why am I here?!"

"I don't know how to do laundry!!"

Daphne sat up, still gaping at him. He'd been in the real world for about a month now. He didn't have that many outfits, and she new for a fact that he'd re-worn the ones he did have. Justin had never been stinky though, so she was wondering what the deal was here.

"You don't know how to do laundry?" she asked.

"NO! When I went to go wash my clothes in the sink by hand, like in the colony, Debbie laughed at me and told me to just give them to her, so she washed them. She said you didn't wash clothes like that here and that she'd take care of it for me."

"Well then, why didn't you wait for Deb to come back?"

"Daphne! I feel like I'm some stupid kid here! I always have to go to Deb and Vic for stuff! I mean, they've been very nice, and have never said anything about it, but still. In the colony I'm already a man. Here, I feel like an idiot. I don't want to keep bothering them. I don't want to bother you either, but I figured you'd understand what I feel like!" Justin got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser that all his things were on. Picking up the rag doll laying there, he fingered the cloth of the dress she was wearing. He'd sewn it for his sister.

Small arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt Daphne press her smaller body against his back.

"I'm sorry Justin. I don't mean to be rude; I just take for granted that I know what's going on now. I forget to tell myself that you don't. That it's completely new to you."

Turning, he returned the hug and rubbed his arms up and down her back. Daphne - Elisabeth - well Daphne had been a huge help to him throughout this whole process. Justin couldn't even imagine what he would have done without her to explain things and show him a lot of the different aspects of this new world. Hugging was one of them. They didn't really do that in the colony. Mothers did it to their young, but otherwise, such close intertwining of the bodies was scandalous. He found this kind of touch to be comforting though, when given to him by anyone of his new friends. Except for Michael. That man just made him twitchy. No touching for him.

"Ok," Daphne said, pulling away and smiling up at him, "I'll go explain the wonders of the washing machine and dryer to you, then, while you do your laundry, I'll take a nap in your bed and you can wake me once you're done."

Smiling back, Justin nodded and they walked downstairs.

Justin was slowly becoming more and more frustrated. Just 45 minutes ago Daphne had shown him how to properly load the washing machine and how to start a load of laundry. Now, the first load was done, and it was already getting dried in the other machine. He'd done everything Daphne had said, from taking everything out of the washer, to adding two dryer sheets to make the clothes extra fluffy; whatever that meant.

Well, now he was trying to add another load to the washer, and this light kept turning on that said "unbalanced load". For the life of him he couldn't figure out what was wrong. First he assumed that it meant that there weren't enough clothes; to be balanced you needed to be evened out, so he assumed more clothes were needed to even the load out. That hadn't worked though. Then, he thought maybe there wasn't enough soap, so he added more laundry soap. Three extra cups later, the annoying orange light was still lit.

"Stupid fucking machine," he muttered under his breath. He was becoming quite fluent in the language that was spoken outside of the colony. He pushed his sleeves up and opened the lid once more. Reaching in, he began pulling his clothes out. As much as he hated to do it, he was going to have to go wake up Daphne sooner than expected to help him yet again. He wasn't paying attention as he started turning back towards the machine to pull out more clothes, and he slammed his hip into the corner of the machine. He swore again as the pain shot up his side.

"Shit!" he bent over and clutched his side, squeezing his eyes shut and willing the pain away. As it subsided, he stood up carefully, wincing once more. Shooting the washing machine the glare of death, he kicked it.

"Fucker," he muttered at it accusingly. He watched at the lid bounced and fell closed. He went to lift it back up and resume his job of pulling out clothes when he heard it whir to life and saw the orange light go off.

"WHAT!?" he yelled at the machine, "Are you kidding me? I've been trying to get you to work for how long? What? You take a punch at me and it's ok to work now?! If we were on the colony, you wouldn't exist!"

Justin glared one last time and tossing his chin in the air, walked out into the kitchen. His stomach growled and reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a couple of hours. Humming to himself, the washer forgotten for now, he opened the refrigerator and set about making himself some lunch.

Somewhere around halfway through his sandwich, Justin noticed that the washing machine began making a loud obnoxious clanging noise. He pushed his chair out, and got up turning quickly towards the small room the washer and dryer were kept in. He didn't notice the spreading puddle of bubbles until it was too late and his feet were flying out from under him.

"What the --" he lifted his head and slowly brought the rest of his body up. This world was obviously trying to kill him. Running one hand over the back of his head, and the other feeling the back of his shirt, both of which were now wet, he brought his hands back to his face and sniffed carefully. It was water, and that damned laundry soap. He began to feel the wetness slowly seeping into the seat of his pants, and it brought him back to the scene before him. He had to stop that awful machine before - well Lord knew what it could do. Trying to scramble to his feet, he only succeeded in slipping and sliding a bit more. Resigning himself to crawling towards the evil technology, he began shouting for Daphne.

He heard the footsteps from upstairs in their mad dash down, and looked up just as Daphne was about to enter the kitchen. He started to shout out a warning,

"Daphne! Look out for the --" but it was too late. Before she really registered what was going on, Daphne was on her butt, sliding into Justin, and sending them flying straight for the wall.

Groaning and untangling themselves, Daphne lifted her arms and grimaced at her now soggy sleeves, "What the hell happened?!"

"I have no idea! The stupid machine wasn't working, so I started to take my clothes out then it started working. So I turned my back on it for like, FIVE MINUTES to make lunch, and it started making this awful noise. I was about to come and look at what the problem was, when I fell on this water and that's when I called you."

"Ugh. Shit! Well, we have to get the machine off first. Hang on."

Justin watched as Daphne crawled over to the machine and hoisted herself up, her feet slipping around and out from under her several times. Reaching her goal, she turned the dial until it was in the off position. Then, she hopped up on the machine, and bent over the back. Straightening up after a few seconds, she carefully lowered herself to the sudsy floor, and looked at Justin.

"Well, it's off and unplugged now. Let's clean up this mess and try this again."

Justin moved over to the sink and lifted himself up. Holding on to the edge of the counter as he walked, he moved towards the drawer that he knew held Deb's hand towels. Tossing a whole bunch to Daphne, he grabbed a few himself and bent down to get started on cleaning up this mess.

Folding the last t-shirt, Daphne threw it on top of the pile in the hamper and sighed. Leaning back and sinking into the sofa, she looked over at Justin, "Next time Debbie's not home and you have laundry, just do it by hand."

"Don't worry. I will." The blond rolled his eyes and leaned back as well.

"Well, we smell good at least," Daphne said, giggling.

Justin just looked at her, eyes wide, not sure what to say.

"You're crazy Daph…absolutely crazy," and he just shook his head as Daphne laughed harder.

"Justin! Your order's up!" Debbie called from her spot at the kitchen counter.

The diner was crowded now, and a couple of days ago, Justin had been promoted to waiter. The tips were better, and the work pretty much the same. The only difference was that instead of taking the plates away, he was bringing them in.

Turning, and heading back towards Debbie, he piled his arms full of plates and walked back to his section.

"Pink plate special, turkey club with fries, and the tuna melt. Can I get you all anything else or are you ok for now?"

One of the guys at the table, smiled at him and asked, "How about your phone number? Do you have one?"

Justin grinned back and said, "Yeah, sure, I have one."

He turned to walk away and keep working, when he heard the guy call out, "Well, what is it?"

Pausing, he smiled as he remembered the comeback Daphne had taught him a while back. Turning slowly, he replied, "Unlisted."

The guy shook his head and laughed to himself as his friends laughed and teased him obnoxiously over the rejection. Everyone who had told him that he'd be constantly approached and flirted with had been absolutely right. He'd never expected it, not really processing the fact that he was truly that desirable. A few days ago though, when he'd been talking to Daphne about the various offers he seemed to get, and all the men who gave him attention, she'd said he should have fun with it. Flirt back, joke around, tease…she said it was all in good fun and that he might as well take advantage of it. Then, she'd proceeded to tell him different "comebacks", that is, things to say in response that he could use to his advantage. She had been right…it was lots of fun; and the attention felt kind of good.

Things were pretty slow at the diner, so he went to grab a wash cloth and wipe down some of the empty tables. He heard the bell over the door jingle, and he looked up to greet the newcomers. Smiling brightly when he saw who they were, he approached them, "Hey Lindsay, hi Mel. How are you guys?"

"Good, good. Just stopping by to say hi and get something to eat. How are you?" Lindsay asked, smiling back.

"Great! C'mon, I'll seat you guys."

He walked them towards a booth in the far back, so that Gus wouldn't be surrounded by the smoke. As Lindsay and Mel took seats next to each other, Justin leaned down to look in their stroller and greet Gus.

"Hey Gus. How are you?" he asked, lightly tweaking Gus' nose, delighted when he giggled.

"Justin, I can't believe how much Gus likes you. Usually he's horrible around strangers!" Lindsay exclaimed.

"Another thing he gets from his father. He loves blond boy ass, go figure," Melanie muttered under her breath. Lindsay glared at her partner and elbowed her gently.

"What was that?" Justin asked, having been unable to really hear what Mel had said.

"I was just saying that the bike's ready, whenever you want to come and get it," she covered smoothly, smiling at the kid. He couldn't help it if he was attracted to the biggest hemorrhoid on Earth, so she couldn't hold it against him. Justin was just naïve.

"Really? That's great, Mel! Thank you so much! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

"Well, how about you show us?" she arched an eyebrow as she put her arm around Lindsay. Lindsay gave her a questioning look, not sure where Mel was going with this.

"What do you mean?" Justin asked, genuinely perplexed.

"Well, Saturday night is our anniversary," Melanie began, using her free hand to gesture at herself and Lindsay, "and I planned on surprising Lindsay with reservations to the same restaurant where we had our first date."

"Oh Mel!" Lindsay threw her arms around the smaller woman and kissed her soundly. Justin turned away, embarrassed. He'd been so intent on listening to what Melanie had been saying, that he didn't notice Brian walk in with Michael, Ted, and Emmett.

"What the fuck are you doing to him? Seeing shit like that can only make his dick soft. Think of how many fucks you've just deprived him of," Brian smirked as he came up behind Justin, wrapping an arm around the blonde's chest and pulling him tight against him. He whispered in his ear, "Then again, I know how to fix that…don't I?"

Justin shivered involuntarily. That was just the effect that Brian had on him. He felt the tightening in his groin that was becoming all too familiar whenever Brian was involved. "You've been torturing me with that stupid phone, you know," he whispered back, furiously.

Brian chuckled quietly and whispered hotly, "I know."

He released Justin in time to catch the glare that he shot him. Grinning with his tongue in cheek, he sat down across from Melanie and Lindsay who were glaring at him as well due to his earlier comment. Rolling his eyes at them, he pulled on the stroller so that it was closer to him and he could pick up Gus.

"Anyway, asshole," Melanie started, glaring at Brian one last time as she turned back to Justin, "what I was trying to say was that you could repay us by babysitting for Gus on Saturday night."

Justin smiled brightly, "Gosh Mel! That'd be fine! It wouldn't even be like I was repaying a favor! Hanging out with Gus would be easy."

"Yeah well, if you could get over to our house around 6:30 that'd be great; and we'll see what you have to say about fun when the night's over," Mel smiled at Justin. He really was a sweet kid; might as well enjoy it before Brian got around to corrupting him.

"All right. Do you guys want your usual?" he asked, pulling out his pad of paper.

"Yeah, that's fine sweetie," Lindsay replied, leaning over and grabbing his hand, she grinned even bigger, "and thank you, Justin!"

Justin smiled one more time then turned to Brian, "Turkey on wheat, no mayo?"

Brian just smirked with his tongue in his cheek and arched an eyebrow. With the slight incline of his head, he showed his approval. Grinning widely one last time, Justin turned to go towards Michael, Ted, and Emmett.

"Since when do you go for chicken, Brian?" Melanie snapped, grimacing at the man.

Brian gently bouncing Gus in his arms, he rolled his eyes at Melanie, "I don't discriminate Mel. Everyone gets a fair shot. Who am I to deny anyone one moment of true happiness in their meaningless lives."

"Oh Brian. He's just a child. Be careful," Lindsay admonished, turning to look at Justin as he joked around with their other friends.

"So Emmett, you want the pink plate special, Ted you want your usual, and Michael you want a burger, loaded, with fries."

"Yeah, try not to burn them this time. Last time they were so hard, I almost chipped a tooth," he whined.

"Yeah well, I'll do my best considering I'm not the cook," Justin rolled his eyes as he turned to walk away.

"Princess," Emmett called out. Justin turned and looked at him questioningly, "your ass looks FABULOUS in those pants! In fact, you're just a delightfully tasty looking morsel in that outfit!"

Justin grinned, blushing brightly. He was wearing a new outfit that he'd gotten at the mall with Daphne just yesterday. He picked it out himself. It was a long sleeved black shirt that clung to his torso, over black jeans that hung low on his hips and hugged his ass just right.

Brian heard Emmett's comment and as Justin walked back to the kitchen to place their order, he found himself mentally agreeing with Emmett's observation. Giving Gus one final kiss on the cheek, he laid him gently back in the stroller. Stopping to stoop down and give Lindsay a chaste goodbye kiss, he forced Mickey to scoot in so he could sit with the other boys.

"Come to defend your territory as King of the Jungle?" Ted grinned obnoxiously at Brian.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Theodore?

"Emmett comments on his ass, he blushes and sashays away, and suddenly here you are. Jealous much?"

"Pathetic much?" Brian shot back, glaring at Ted.

"Brian doesn't like that stupid kid, and he doesn't do jealous either," Michael put in, smiling at Brian.

Melanie turned in her seat to face the men sitting behind her and muttered in an obnoxiously peppy voice, "That's right. Good puppy."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Michael asked.

Justin walked up to the tables, drinks balanced on his tray, "Here you go guys. Your food should be up soon."

Brian watched as Justin placed all the drinks on their table then moved to place Mel and Lindsay's in front of them. Finished, he walked back towards the kitchen to check on their orders. The brunet took out his phone and pushed the assigned number on speed dial for Justin. He heard the annoyingly familiar sounds of the 1812 Overture and watched as Justin's eyes widened with shock, and the blond hopped around trying to get his phone out of his pocket. Looking at the front display, he must have read Brian's name. Glancing up, he shot the man a glare of death and bending slightly to the front so as to make the apron he wore hang away from his body, he moved to the bathroom. Brian chuckled to himself as he closed his phone and put it away.

"Did you see that? I should tell Ma that he's taking personal calls while he's working. What if our order's up? If our food's cold, he's going to have to warm it up!"

"Mikey, shut the fuck up," Brian stood and headed towards the back of the diner.

"Where are you going?" Michael preparing to scoot out and follow his best friend.

"To fucking piss, are you going to hold it for me?" Brian retorted, glaring at Michael. Sometimes he really was annoying.

He turned and continued towards the back where the bathroom was. Entering, he knocked on the only stall that was closed.

"Justin, this isn't sanitary. Be sure to wash your hands after you're done."

"Go away!"

Brian chuckled, "Sunshine, it's not nice to talk to the customers that way."

The lock of the stall door suddenly clicked and the door swung open.

"Fine. Go away…please," Justin huffed.

"Well, well, well...Isn't the little Amish boy getting quite ballsy? It's not nice to be mean to people who are only concerned for your welfare."

Justin's eyes opened wide as the harshness of his words permeated his embarrassment at being unable to control his body's responses to simple vibrating.

"I - I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean…It's just…You frustrate me so!" Justin didn't know how else to explain the emotions that ran through his body whenever Brian was around or involved.

"Good, because you definitely frustrate me, too," Brian grabbed Justin by the waist of his pants and pulled him flush against his body. Leaning down, he caught Justin's mouth in a hot, wild kiss that left them both breathless.

"As much as you hate to use them, pick up your phone and call me when you go to baby-sit. I'll drive you."

Unable to speak, Justin simply nodded, licking his lips to savor the taste of Brian. The simple act pulled at the brunet and he crushed his lips against the younger blonde's once more.

"The orders are probably up. Later."

"Later," Justin replied, and as quickly as Brian had come, he was gone. Justin shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. Looking in the mirror and wondering just what he got himself into, he walked back out to the diner and thought that Saturday just couldn't come soon enough.

"Daphne, please?!" he begged for the umpteenth time.

"No! Justin, you're never going to get over this ridiculous fear of the phone if you don't use it!" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"But Daphne, it's just unnatural. I mean, how can you talk to a person that's not there?!"

"They are there, Justin! You just can't see them! That's the whole point! Being able to communicate with someone who is very far away; being able to keep in touch with people you can't see on a daily basis," she explained yet again.

"But Daphne…"

"No Justin! Just, no! Call him yourself. Here!" She tossed him the phone she'd bought for him. Catching it, he held it away from him, staring at it as though it were some mutant machine that could attack at any moment.

"Fine! But if I get some brain tumor or something, it's all your fault!"

"Oh my God! Can you be anymore dramatic? Now fucking call! You need to be there soon!"

"I am! I am! You know, I really wish you'd stop using the Lord's name in vain, Daphne. I mean, what did he ever do to you?" Justin admonished, a completely serious look on his face.

"JUSTIN! Just call him for Pete's sake. You do realize that you're afraid of a lifeless tool, you freak," Daphne groaned dramatically.

"I don't appreciate that," Justin muttered, frowning.

"What you're doing is avoiding the task at hand."

"Fine, I'm going to call. See, I'm pushing the number - Ack!" Justin flung the phone on the bed as it began to ring. It scared the daylights out of him since he hadn't been expecting it. Picking it up gingerly, he slid it open.

"HELLO! HELLO! BRIAN, YOUR NAME IS ON THE WINDOW. ARE YOU THERE? BRIAN, I CAN'T SEE YOU. TELL ME IF YOU ARE THERE."

"Justin, stop yelling. I can hear you just fine."

"I CAN'T…I mean, I can't see you. I really don't like this phone thing," he replied, still holding the phone away from him.

"Justin, now I can't hear you. Put the phone closer to your head."

Justin moved the phone about two centimeters closer.

"Better?"

"Closer Justin," Brian replied.

"Oh my fucking…" Daphne muttered, throwing herself backwards on Justin's bed. Justin on the phone was just a comedy of errors. "Put it by your ear, Justin."

Shooting daggers at Daphne with his eyes, he brought the phone up to his ear.

"Brian, is this better?"

"Much. I'm on my way. Are you ready?"

Justin nodded.

"Well?" Brian asked, still waiting for a reply.

"I said yes."

"He can't see you nod, Justin," Daphne stared at him pointedly.

"Exactly why phones are ridiculous inventions," Justin retaliated.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Brian's voice questioned in his ear.

"Nothing. Nothing. I'll be ready and waiting for you outside. Bye." Sliding the phone shut, Justin threw it on the bed. Staring back at Daphne, he glanced at the phone out of the corner of his eyes.

"I still don't like it."

"Yeah well, you like Brian, and in order to talk to him, you need it. So, start to like it. By the way, you probably won't fuck, but whatever you do…I expect a full report!"

"Don't you always?" Justin muttered, rolling his eyes dramatically as he pushed off the bed. He smiled to show her that there was no true animosity in his words, "C'mon, I have to go." And they walked down the stairs together.

"Ok, the bottles are in the refrigerator. All you have to do is warm them up. There are instructions on how to use the microwave or the stove to do it. Gus normally goes to sleep around 8 or 8:30. He may or may not wake up around 10 or 10:30 for another bottle or just wanting to be held, but he's getting better about sleeping through the night. The phone number for where we'll be is over by the phone, and so are both of our cell numbers. Feel free to eat whatever you like. Once Gus is out for the count, feel free to watch T.V., read books, throw in a movie, whatever. Do you have any questions?" Melanie asked.

Justin looked around the room, surveying the various toys scattered about. It was all so different from the homes on the colony that had children. They could probably use a nice toy box. He filed that note away in his head for when he found wood and began assembling gifts for the holiday everyone was preparing for; Christmas.

"No, no questions," he shook his head as he brought his gaze back to Melanie's face. She smiled at him one last time.

"Thanks again, Justin," Lindsay smiled as she came to stand behind Melanie, "since Brian's going to stay a bit to visit with Gus, I'm sure he can answer any questions you might have."

"Visit Gus, my ass…In fact, I'm sure his being here has more to do with the sitter's ass than anything else," Melanie muttered, glaring at Brian.

"Don't worry, I won't do much to corrupt OUR son," Brian smirked, emphasizing the 'our' knowing just how much that irritated Mel.

Grabbing her partner by the hand, Lindsay kissed both Brian and Justin on the cheek as she pulled Melanie outside. Tonight was their night and she wasn't going to let anything spoil it.

Shutting the door and locking it, Brian turned to Justin who was now holding Gus in his arms, smiling brightly. That smile would be his undoing if nothing else. The image of Justin holding his son was just far too comfortable for his sensibilities. Clearing his throat which had suddenly gone dry, Brian walked towards Justin. He kissed Gus softly on the head, "I'm going to warm up a bottle," he announced.

Justin noticed a semi-awkwardness; a stiffness to the other man's usually easy-going demeanor. Instead of commenting, he just smiled and nodded. As he watched Brian's retreating back, he brought Gus closer and placed a soft kiss on the boy's cheek. Swaying gently from side to side, Justin whispered in his ear, "I wonder what's gotten into your Daddy, Gus boy."

Justin found the floor pad the girls had for Gus to lay on when he was on the floor. Placing him on it, he kneeled next to him and picked up one of the toys off of the floor. Shaking it, grabbing the boy's attention by the rattling sound, he laughed as Gus gurgled in amusement.

Moments later, Brian walked out of the kitchen, bottle in hand. "Here, feed this to him. I'm going out. Maybe I'll come back later."

"Oh," Justin tried to hide his disappointment, "Where are you going?"

"Out," Brian replied vaguely. He grabbed his jacket off of the couch and put it on. He willed himself to walk and not look back at the blond, knowing that the look on his face would probably be his undoing, and yet, he couldn't help himself. Looking back, he saw Justin gulping, trying to keep a simple, disinterested look on his face. Walking over to him and crouching, he placed his hand on the back of Justin's neck and turned his gaze back to his own.

"I WILL be back."

Pulling him over for a quick kiss, Brian got up and walked out before he scrapped the idea of leaving altogether. This emotion bullshit had to go. That or he needed some alcoholic reinforcements. Fast.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word, papa's going to buy you a…" Justin trailed off. He didn't know what else Papa could buy, and it seemed as though Gus had finally dosed off. Carefully rearranging the baby in his arms, he walked up the steps slowly, not wanting to wake him. He moved to the crib and gently placed the sleeping boy in his bed. He paused, staring at the beautiful child. He took after his father so much. Gus was sure to grow up to be quite the handsome young man. He knew it.

As he turned away, he noticed a note on the wall. It said,

Justin, these are baby monitors. They are already on. All you have to do is take the smaller one downstairs with you. If Gus wakes up at all and cries or makes any sound, this will make sure you hear it. It's kind of like a phone really. Thanks again! Mel and Lindz

Another stupid phone machine. What was the big hang up on those things? He just didn't get it. As he stepped back out into the hallway, he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Then, footsteps going up and down the bottom hallway. His breath caught in his throat, the first thought crossing his mind being that it was an intruder.

Justin crouched low to the ground, scooting his way to the edge of the steps. He was hoping to get some type of indication as to who it could be. Suddenly, he saw a familiar head come into his line of vision and he silently cursed Brian for damn near giving him a heart attack. He stood and pulled the nursery door closed, not wanting to wake Gus with any possible noise that they made. As he began to walk down the stairs, he glared at Brian.

"You scared the daylights out of me. I thought you might have been an intruder!"

"You should try locking the door then. Anyone could have gotten in," Brian replied angrily. He was furious when he'd encountered the unlocked door. The worst possible scenarios had played in his head when he'd walked into the empty house. Add that to the fact that he was feeling pissy due to the fact that he'd been unable to drown his problems in Beam and a hot ass, and it equaled a very unhappy Brian.

"I was down h-here in the living r-room. I just put Gus to bed. I-it wasn't an issue," Justin responded, backing away slightly. He didn't really know why Brian was angry.

Sensing the apprehension from the blond, Brian relaxed a bit and moved closer to him, "I want you safe, Justin. I want you around for a long time. It isn't like at the colony here. People are dangerous. They worry about themselves, fuck anyone else who gets in their way. You can't leave doors unlocked because someone could come in and hurt you or Gus, or fuck, even both."

"Oh Brian, you don't have to worry. I'd never let anyone hurt Gus. Ever," Justin said vehemently.

Brian grinned at Justin's naiveté. "Of course not. Just lock any doors from now on, ok?"

Justin nodded and smiled; glad that whatever had been bothering Brian was done now. Curious, he asked, "Why were you upset before? Did I make you angry?"

Brian looked at Justin for a moment before turning and walking into the munchers' living room. Justin followed, and took a seat next to the older man when he sat on the couch.

"You didn't make me angry Justin," Brian paused, looking at the younger man again. Justin felt the heat rush to his face underneath the brunet's intense scrutiny, "I was…confused."

Confused now himself, Justin frowned, "About what?"

Arching an eyebrow, Brian just continued to stare at him. "About you."

"ME?! Why me?" This was making absolutely no sense to Justin.

Rolling his lips into his mouth, Brian considered his next words carefully, "You're the embodiment of absolutely everything that I don't believe in."

"What? I don't under--" Justin was cut off when Brian quickly and without warning leaned in and captured his lips in an intense kiss. He was slowly pushed backward, and his legs spread wantonly of their own accord. Given the clearance, Brian settled himself between them and laid his body over Justin's, supporting some of his weight on his forearms that were now situated on either side of Justin's head.

Justin kissed back with a passion that he didn't know he possessed. He opened his mouth when he felt Brian's tongue on his lips demanding entrance. Moaning, he arched up and allowed himself to feel the delicious friction of Brian's crotch rubbing against his own. When Brian pulled his lips away from his, Justin whimpered in protest. That quickly changed to a moan of pleasure as Brian's lips kissed a path from his mouth to his neck where he contented himself with sucking on the tender spot where Justin's shoulder and neck met. He felt Brian's hands roaming underneath the hem of his shirt and rubbing his stomach and sides.

"I want to feel your skin on mine," Brian whispered, breathless. Justin considered for a moment before nodding. Leaning back off of the blond, Brian began unbuttoning his shirt, while Justin leaned up to pull his own over his head. Brian admired Justin's chiseled, alabaster skin, while Justin got great pleasure looking over the brunet's toned, bronzed torso.

Justin ran his hands down Brian's chest exploratorily, biting his lip when he ran his fingertips over Brian's nipples and he heard the older man moan. Looking up at Brian's face, he experimented and pinched it lightly between his thumb and index finger. The brunet grunted appreciatively. He pushed Justin back down on the couch and attacked his neck again, then proceeding to lick a path down to his own pink nipples. Catching one between his teeth, he bit down gently before licking it to take away any traces of sting. Justin gasped and arched up into Brian again.

Moving back up to kiss Justin on the mouth again, Brian pulled away and held the blue-eyed gaze. "I want to touch you; to show you something. Do you trust me?"

Not even hesitating, Justin nodded. Brian smiled and lowered his head for one more soft kiss. Leaning back, he pulled the blond up into a sitting position. Moving his hands slowly up Justin's thigh, nearing its target. The teen's eyes widened as he realized the destination of his companion's hand, and yet, despite any shock and apprehension that he felt, he felt that he didn't want it to stop even more.

Brian rubbed him slowly over his jeans, the slight pressure and friction causing him to gasp. Justin licked his lips and tried to even out his breathing, though it was really hopeless. Brian moved his hands up to the waistband of Justin's pants. Encountering the blonde's beloved Velcro, he grinned as he ripped it apart.

"Gotta love the Velcro," he joked, leaning in and kissing Justin again.

The blond was so focused on the magical work that Brian's mouth could do, that he didn't realize what was happening until he felt the warm finger wrap around his shaft. Warm fingers that were indeed, not his own. Pulling his head away, he looked at Brian with wide eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" Brian asked, stopping his movements. Justin considered then shook his head no.

"Do you want to touch me, too?" Justin's eyes opened even wider if that was at all possible. Not even giving it a second thought, he nodded his head quickly. Brian grinned, and pulling Justin's cock out of the pants, he removed his hand just long enough so that he could unbutton his own jeans and pull his own member out.

Staring at Brian's dick, Justin's tongue darted out to lick his lower lip. Looking at Brian for approval, he slowly moved his hand towards it, afraid to do something wrong and face rejection. Sensing the hesitation, Brian put his hand over Justin's and brought it to himself, using his own fingers to guide Justin's to wrap themselves around him. He closed his eyes tightly and leaned his head back against the couch. No way was a hand job making him feel like a 15 year old kid fooling around for the first time.

Moving his hand away from Justin's, he moved it back to the blond's own beautiful cock, pre-cum already oozing out of the slit. Wrapping his fingers back around it, he looked at Justin and said, "If it feels good, copy what I do. We'll come together." Again, Justin just nodded, his voice apparently permanently lost.

Brian began by running his thumb over the tip, spreading a bit of the pre-cum around. Justin moved his hips up off the couch, gasping at the unfamiliar sensations. Brian paused, letting him settle before he continued; he didn't want this to be a quick draw. When the blond calmed down and actually mimicked Brian's actions, he continued.

Every pull and every rub was reciprocated. Each action repeated and copied. Both parties got closer and closer to completion together. Every time it appeared that Justin was about to cum, Brian paused, letting him calm a bit, wanting to share the moment they climaxed and experience it together. Soon enough he felt the familiar pressure building in his lower abdomen, and he began to jerk Justin off with renewed fervor. Justin gasped as he tried to catch his breath and give Brian stroke for stroke when suddenly he felt the wetness erupt from Brian, as he felt it come from his own body too. Drained, he leaned back into the couch breathing heavily. Brian appeared to be in the same condition.

He turned his head to look at the person next to him that managed to evoke so many emotions in him that he'd never felt before. Brian returned the gaze, then leaned over to kiss him. Quickly, the kisses turned into something more and they were falling back on the couch all over again.

A cry pierced the haze that Justin was riding on. Pulling away, he muttered, "Gus woke up."

Breathing heavily, Brian pulled away, leaning his forehead against Justin's. "Sometimes if you give him a minute, he'll go back to sleep by himself."

Justin brought his hands up to Brian's sides and clutched as he gave Gus some time to see if the child would fall back asleep on his own. Sure enough, the sobs subsided, and eventually ended altogether. All that could be heard was the occasional gurgle and sigh. Smiling, Justin brought his arms up around Brian's neck and pulled him down to resume their kissing. They were riding on the same wave as before, and Justin felt Brian's erection grow against his stomach. He began to move his hands down to it, when suddenly the 1812 Overture began blasting from over by the staircase.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Brian muttered angrily, pushing off of Justin. He rushed towards the stairs, searching almost frantically for the blond's phone, before the sound of the ringer woke Gus up. Then, as if God was simply torturing them, the house phone began to ring. If he hadn't felt so frustrated himself, Justin might have laughed at the murderous look on Brian's face. Then, as if right on cue, Brian found the cell phone and shut it off right as Gus began crying all over again.

"I'll go answer the house phone, you go look in on Gus," Brian muttered, resigning himself to the fact that any possibility of the night progressing any further was over.

As Justin walked by him, grinning and shaking his head as he tucked himself back into his pants and fastened them, Brian grabbed him softly by the bicep,

"This is definitely not over. Just remember that." And he pulled the blond to him roughly for one final kiss before they each headed in different directions to tend to things.

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