Blended

Chapter 18

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Tuesday…

Justin walked into Brian's office and dropped the folded papers in front of him. "Sunshine, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Brian asked as he leaned back and looked up at Justin.

"When were you going to tell me?" Justin asked, anger rolling off of him. Brian could hear Cynthia trying to keep Race and Pilot from destroying the lobby. Brian didn't need to unfold the stack of papers to know what they were.

"Soon."

"When?" Justin asked louder than he intended.

"I don't have time for this, Justin. I have a meeting in half an hour," Brian said as he stood and moved around his desk. Justin didn't move as Brian walked up to him and stood next to him. He left his eyes trained on the back of the chair where Brian had been sitting.

Justin clenched his teeth as he felt Brian's hand touch his arm. He let his eyes cast down to Brian's desk where the papers lay. He knew that he was probably overreacting but he was tired and he was horny and he was pissed. "You weren't going to," Justin said, barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"You weren't going to," Justin said as he stood staring. "I was just supposed to go along, right? Not say anything?" Justin didn't look at Brian as he jerked his arm out of his husband's grasp and walked out of the office, slamming the door and shattering the glass.

Cynthia held onto Race and Pilot's hands to keep them away from the glass. Pilot began to cry and Race just stared as Justin walked by and picked up their diaper bag, slinging it across his shoulder.

"Thanks Cynthia," Justin said as he took hold of both of the boys' hands and walked them out of their father's building.

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Tuesday, Night…

"If I so much as hear you inhale I swear…I will kill you," Justin said as he lay flat on his back, Brian's lips ghosting over his. Brian pulled back and laid on his own side of the bed.

"Is that a promise?"

"Guarantee," Justin said softly as he turned away from Brian. Brian reached over and lit a cigarette. It was going to be a long night.

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Wednesday, Noon…

"Hunter," Jennifer said as she pulled the door all the way open and let him in. "So nice to see you." Hunter walked in, dropped his skateboard and bags by the door and kissed her on the cheek.

"Mrs. Taylor," he said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen, leaving Jennifer to close the door. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a grape off of Tucker's plate. "Hey Tuck," he said sarcastically, with extra emphasis on the end, as he popped the grape into his mouth and opened the refrigerator.

"Hunter," Tucker said, "I thought you weren't due back for another month." Hunter shut the refrigerator door and leaned against the counter.

"Yeah, we wrapped up earlier than we thought. I'll be based out of here. Should only have to travel now," he said as he crossed his arms and watched Jennifer prepare dinner. "What about you two, any important dates coming up?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Jennifer said with a smile as she glanced up at Tucker.

"You'll know when you need to know," Tucker said with a mischievous grin. Jennifer turned her attention back to the meat she was preparing, a smile on her face.

"Is Molly here?" Hunter asked, stepping up to the counter where Jennifer was cutting up the meat.

"She's still asleep."

"It's after twelve," Hunter said as he glanced at his watch. Jennifer shrugged and went to wash her hands.

"I'm aware," she said.

"I'll just go and wake her up," he said as he kissed her once more on the cheek and moved to leave the room.

"Hold it," Jennifer shrieked. Tucker laughed.

"I thought your voice could only do that…"

"Finish that sentence and that will be the last time you hear that pitch," she said pointing a finger at Tucker. Tucker held up his hands and leaned back on the stool. "No having…sex, in my house."

Hunter looked at Jennifer with wide eyes. "Would I even dare?"

"Faster than you can breathe," she said as she crossed her arms.

"I give you my word."

********

"Junior," Justin called tiredly from downstairs. "Come on."

Justin sat on the sofa facing Brian, watching him try to make the twins eat their lunch. "You have to cut that hotdog up into tiny pieces," Justin said as he wrapped his blanket tighter around his body. Brian looked over at him.

"I got monies," Junior said as she walked down the stairs, holding onto her monetary find. She showed Justin her quarter and smiled. "See my monies."

"It's a quarter. Where'd you get it?"

"No, it's monies."

"I did," Brian said as he turned back to his sons. Pilot was busy biting on the spout of his cup while Race reached for the open cup of water Brian had sitting on the far end of the highchair's tray and let out a piercing yell.

"He must not want it then," Justin said as he pulled his legs up onto the sofa, crossing them under the blanket. "It's a quarter, twenty-five cents," he told her as he handed her a pair of socks.

"He has to eat something."

"So give him something else."

Junior stood next to the sofa twirling her quarter around in her hand, smiling happily until Justin took it from her. He could just imagine her shoving it up her nose or worse, somewhere else.

"I've been up for two days. I haven't been to the office. I need a shower and a fuck. I'm not making anything else," he replied.

"Dad," Junior said as she climbed up next to Justin. Justin looked over at her and smiled. "Can I have some apple?"

"Yeah," Brian answered, "just let me finish with your brothers, okay."

"That's going to be a very long time," Junior said as she pulled the brightly colored socks apart. She placed one sock on and pulled it up, pausing to inspect her work before moving on to the next. She pulled on her other sock and sat back, reaching for her teddy bear.

"You have on two different colored socks," Justin told her as he pointed at her feet. Junior looked down at her knee length socks and frowned.

"I know. I like them like this," she maintained. Justin laughed as she turned toward him and pried his arms apart, forcing her way onto his lap. He wrapped her in the blanket and kissed the top of her head.

"I know you do," Justin told her. Race finally wrapped his fingers around the rim of the glass and sent it crashing to the ground.

"Son of a bitch," Brian said as he stood up and looked at the mess of water on the floor. He wiped at the water on the front of his shirt.

"I resent that."

"Okay, lunch is over," he said as he walked over to the sink. Race dropped his head down to the tray and starting licking at the drops of food.

"Look Justin," Brian said as he looked over at his son, "he's just like you, trying to get every drop." Junior tied the strings of Justin's pants around and around.

"Ha…ha…ha," Justin said. "You love it."

"You have to have it to love it," Brian said as he cleaned both boys up, lifted them out of their highchairs and stood them on the floor. Justin watched as Pilot and Race walked over to the stairs of the playroom.

Justin stayed silent as Brian sat down next to him and leaned back, handing Junior her apple. "You could have peeled it," he said as she got up and ran over to the playroom.

"She has teeth."

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Hunter suppressed a laugh as he used some of Molly's hair to tickle the inside of her ear. Molly swatted at her ear, smacking herself in the side of the head. "Ouch, that looked like it hurt," he said into her ear.

"FUCKING, SHIT!" Molly screamed as she sat up quickly, almost hitting Hunter in the face. "You asshole, how'd you get in here?" She asked as she grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled him close, pressing their lips together.

"Mmm," Hunter said as he smoothed his hands over her hair, breaking their kiss and flopping down next to her on the bed. "Someone missed me," he said as she pushed him down on his back and straddled his hips.

"I ask again, how'd you get in here? Have you taken to illegally entering into private residences?" She asked as she unzipped his jacket and helped him pull his arms out.

"Your mom let me in," he said with a smile as Molly turned her attention to the button of his jeans.

"Bullshit," she said as she abandoned the zipper and helped him out of his shirt.

"Fine, don't believe me."

"Did you lock the door?" Hunter ran a hand through his hair, his left hand smoothing over her bare leg.

"Telling you that information would only decrease the sense of danger," he said with a smile as Molly leaned over and captured one of his nipples between her teeth, biting lightly. "Shit."

"Hmm, you like that?" she asked with a grin as her hips began to rotate. Hunter ran his hands up her back and under her shirt.

"You're not wearing a bra. Naughty, naughty girl," Hunter said as he bit his bottom lip and Molly kissed her way up his neck.

"Hmm. You think that's naughty?" She asked as she sat up and pulled her shirt off, dropping it to the floor.

"I promised your mom I'd be on my best behavior."

"I know you; you will be," she said as she sucked quickly on his lobe and pinched his nipple. Hunter winced with the pain as his back arched into the touch. "Just wait until…. Hold that thought," Molly said as she jumped up, "I have to pee."

"Wow. If I wasn't so horny that might have completely killed the mood."

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Wednesday, Evening…

Justin lay face down on the sofa sleeping. Junior lay on top of him, weighing him down. He inched his body over and was unprepared for the loud 'thump' as she rolled off of his back and onto the hardwood floor. "Shit," he said as he jumped up to make sure she was okay.

********

Brian sat Race on the floor and handed him some toys to try and keep him occupied.

Pilot was sound asleep, laying flat on his back on the futon cushion where he'd passed out. "Maybe now I'll get some work done," Brian said as he ran a hand over his face and turned around just in time to see his daughter hit the floor.

"Fuck, shit," Justin said as he pulled Junior to him and tried to keep her from crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated as he rocked her back and forth.

"What the fuck happened?" Brian asked as he walked over to the sofa. Justin looked over at him and then back at Junior, checking her head as she rubbed on her arm.

"I might have accidentally knocked her on the floor," Justin said as Junior looked up and reached for Brian.

"Accidentally?" Brian asked as he took Junior and moved the hair out of her face.

"I didn't do it on purpose. How was I supposed to know she'd go rolling off," he said as he stood up. "I'm sorry baby girl," Justin said as he gently rubbed her back.

"S'kay, daddy," Junior said as she rubbed at her eyes, her fingers tangling in her hair. Justin kissed her back, pulling her shirt down to cover her underwear.

"She needs a bath," Brian said as he looked at Justin. Justin looked back at him, his own hair pointing toward the ceiling.

"Yeah," Justin said as his eyes caught Brian's. "What?"

"Your daughter needs a bath," Brian said as he tried to hand her over to Justin. Justin stepped back, his sweats riding low on his hips.

"So give her one. I'm sick," Justin said with a cough as he took a step back. Brian willed his anger to reside as he adjusted Junior on his shoulder. Race let out a shrill cry, catching their attention.

"Yeah, and I'm way too sober. Here," Brian said as he handed Junior to Justin and walked out of the room. Justin sighed as he stood Junior on the floor and led her up the stairs. He walked into her bathroom and started to run her a bath.

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Thursday…

"UNCLE BRIAN!" Emily screamed as she ran out of the house.

"Hello Miss. Em," Brian said as he kissed the small girl. Tyler came out of the house dragging his book bag behind him. "Hey Tyler," Brian said as the older boy reached the car.

"Hi Uncle Brian," Tyler answered with a smile. They had latched onto the family and become one. It was just like they had always been there.

"Where's Uncle Justin?" Tyler asked as they got into the backseat of Brian's SUV. Junior smiled and clapped as she started to talk to her two "cousins". Brian closed their door and walked around to the driver's side without answering.

"He had some work to do at home," Brian said to Tyler as he closed his door. Junior and Emily continued to talk. Tyler accepted that answer and sat back in his seat to look out the window.

"Don't tell me you too still aren't talking," Michael said. "It's been two days." Michael had arrived at Kinnetik a half an hour after Justin had left. Brian had been in his office screaming into the phone as he made gestures towards the empty frame and the shards of glass on the floor.

"I haven't told you anything," Brian said as he pulled away from the curb. Michael gave a small laugh as he turned to look out the window.

"Very mature," Michael said.

"I know," Brian offered as he pulled into the parking lot of the indoor skatepark.

"We're here, we're here," Junior announced happily as she bounced in her seat. She unbuckled herself and waited for Brian to open the backdoor. Brian climbed out and opened the door. Junior jumped down from the car, followed closely by Emily and Tyler.

"She's getting big," Brian said as he watched her struggle to open the door before Tyler took over the task.

"Yeah, I remember when she was born."

"You and me both," Brian said with a frown as he remembered that day.

Brian grabbed her bag and closed the door, activating the alarm. Michael walked closely next to him into the building. "So," Michael asked as Brian helped Junior into her pads, "how long do you think the stalemate will last?"

"I didn't make the rules, he did. When he wants to talk he will, so leave it alone," Brian said to end the conversation. Michael took that as his sign to drop it and helped Emily with her pads.

"You have to watch dad, okay," Junior said as she bent down to grab her skateboard. "You have to watch so you can tell daddy, okay. Okay dad, okay?"

"Okay, I'm watching. You better go," Brian said as he pushed her in the direction of the rest of the kids. Brian turned and walked over to where Michael was sitting and sat down. Tyler sat on the floor with his back propped against the wall doing his homework.

"Where is Justin, really?" Michael asked as he leaned back in his chair and watched as their little girls made their way over the courses. Brian looked over at his longtime friend and leaned forward.

"I woke up this morning and he and the boys were gone. He left me a note reminding me about Junior's class."

"Wow, he left without talking to you. He must really be pissed," Michael said as Emily hit the ground hard. Michael flinched and closed his eyes. He wasn't as used to this as Brian was and his daughter wasn't as rugged. She had just wanted to be with Junior.

"The broken door could have told you that," Tyler said as he kept his eyes on his homework. Michael glanced over at his son and frowned.

"I let you spend one week with your brother, one." Tyler laughed as Michael wondered how his two sons could be so much alike. "So where is he?"

"Fuck if I know."

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"This is not a good idea Justin," Lindsay said as she walked next to Justin holding Race's hand. Justin looked back at her and smiled devilishly as he pulled open the door of the BMW X5 and looked inside.

"I never said it was a good idea. I said come and help me pick out a color," he said as he let go of Pilot's hand and slid into the car. "I like this one, a lot."

"Brian is not going to be happy," she said as she walked around the car to open the other doors and look inside. "It really is a nice car though and it has lots of room."

"Daaaaaaaa," Pilot said as he reached up for Justin, his cup held tightly in his hand. Justin got out of the car and picked him up as a salesman came over.

"I see you've got your eye on this one. Nice choice, care to take it for a test drive?" Justin looked over at Lindsay and smiled brightly.

"Yes, thank you."

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Brian looked out of the window at the black BMW parked on the street and frowned as he turned and walked back over to the kitchen.

"Do you want to have the party here or somewhere else?" Justin asked as he sat at the center island.

"How about not at all," Brian said as he tossed the plastic bag he was holding onto the counter. Justin sighed as he separated the three bowls on the counter.

"Yeah, you would say that."

"Why do you want to have a party?"

"Maybe because our kids are turning four and one," Justin said as he turned and reached for the box of Kix, pouring some into each bowl, "a day apart from each other."

"We had a birthday party last year. I think we filled our quota."

"That was one party, for Junior, and I wasn't even there," Justin said, his voice irritated. Brian moved to lean against the counter. Race appeared at the top of the stairs, pausing to sit down, before scooting down.

"So we have to have another party, because you decided to go into labor."

"Decided, wow, I didn't know I had a choice. Brian didn't answer as Justin opened the plastic bag that was on the counter. He looked down in the bag and then up at Brian.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. What?"

"Dad, can I have some?" Junior asked as she walked up and looked at the bottle of water in Brian's hand. "Dad, can I have some, please?" She asked again. Brian looked down at her and twisted the cap off his water bottle.

"Where's your cup?"

"I wanna drink it out the bottle," Junior said as she grabbed his hand and tried to pull the water bottle down to her lips. Brian helped her take a drink before watching her run off.

Justin sighed. "This is not what I asked you for," he said. Brian stared at him before turning his gaze to the large Orange in Justin's hand.

"Where are her pants?"

"She took them off. This is not what I asked you for."

"You asked for a fucking Orange; I brought you one," Brian said.

"I asked you for a Tangelo, not an Orange," Justin said as Pilot started banging his blocks together. Brian just stared at him as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the counter.

"Are they both orange?" Brian asked as Race walked over to him and started to pull at his jeans. Brian bent down to pick him up.

"Yes?" Justin said as he watched Race try to touch the things on the counter behind him.

"Then eat it, it's the same thing," Brian said as the buzzer sounded. Justin looked at the bag of Oranges on the counter and the one in his hand before throwing it, heatedly, across the room.

"What the hell was that noise?" Michael asked as Brian slid the door open. Brian stood Race on his feet and stood to the side to let Michael in as he turned to look at Justin.

"Temper tantrum," he said. Justin frowned angrily as he pulled one of the Oranges out of the bag in front of him and started to peel it.

"I'll show you a fucking temper tantrum," Justin said under his breath.

"Oh, we've had our share of those, already," Michael said with a sigh as he watched Race make his way up the stairs of the playroom. "Time-out is our new best friend."

"You asked for it. I warned you," Brian said nonchalantly as he took a drink of his water, staring at Justin as he pulled his Orange apart.

"Yeah, you did. Anyway," Michael said as he sat Race on the floor, "I just stopped by to drop off the outlines for the next issue of Rage. And make sure you hadn't killed any of the kids; especially with all of them walking now."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," Brian said. "Besides, it would only be one member," he said as he looked over at Justin.

"Fuck you," Justin said through a mouth full of Orange. Brian sat his bottle of water down harder than he meant to and moved away from the counter.

"Mikey, would you mind watching the kids for a second?"

"Sure," Michael said as he watched them leave the room and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door.

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"You are such a fucking asshole," Justin said angrily as Brian guided him into the bathroom and slammed the door behind them, locking it. He stared at Justin, waiting for him to finish.

"I don't have to talk to you before spending my money," Brian said, baiting his husband. He saw the anger flash behind Justin's eyes and knew that he'd achieved what he wanted.

"YOUR MONEY," Justin shouted. "I helped you earn every fucking cent of that money. It was ME busting my ass, staying up at night with you, doing drawings, sitting in on meetings, EVERYTHING. But, NO, you don't have to ask me before buying a fucking CLUB."

"I never asked you to," Brian said flatly. Justin stepped up to him, their eyes burning into each other.

"You didn't have to. I wanted to help you." Brian crossed his arms and stood his ground. "You did the same thing with the loft."

"I asked you about the loft."

"AFTER you'd already made a decision," Justin said as he stood in front of Brian.

"What the hell difference does it make?" Brian asked as he stepped closer to Justin.

"The difference is you actually telling me shit before you do it, instead of treating me like some fucking whore that just happens to live with you," Justin said as he pushed Brian hard in the chest.

Brian grabbed Justin's hand and jerked him forward, pressing their lips together as he worked to remove Justin's pants.

Justin wasted no time in responding, his fingers searching frantically for the buttons of Brian's jeans. Brian sucked at the skin on Justin's throat as he stepped out of his jeans. Justin sank to his knees, trailing his hands down Brian's torso.

"Fuck," Brian said as Justin tongued the sensitive slit before taking the leaking member into his mouth.

Brian thrust forward as Justin licked and sucked. "Mmm," Justin moaned as Brian pulled him up and turned him around to face the mirror, their eyes locking for the briefest of moments as their fingers intertwined. Justin winced as Brian pushed in without lube.

No preparation; just raw need, anger and adrenaline.

"Uh," Justin grunted loudly as Brian filled him completely. He brought their combined hands to his mouth and bit down on the flesh of Brian's hand.

"Fuck. Justin," Brian said as he pulled out and slammed back in, causing a loud scream to erupt from his lover. Brian moved his left hand to Justin's hip and held him in place as he rammed into him.

"Brian, Brian. Ugh-Uhh. Fuck," Justin yelled at the top of his lungs. Brian pulled out and turned his blond around, pressing their lips together and snaking his tongue inside Justin's willing mouth. Justin ran his hand along Brian's pulsing shaft, causing a moan. "I need you," Justin pleaded.

Brian bit his bottom lip as he tried to will his orgasm away as they both poured out all of their anger. "Do you?"

"Yes," Justin whimpered as Brian leaned in and pressed their dicks together. "Please."

"Are you begging, sunshine?" Brian asked as he pressed Justin roughly against the door of the bathroom. Justin clawed and scratched at Brian's skin as he willed his heart to slow down.

"Yes," Justin breathed as Brian started to move toward the floor, pulling him down with him. "Yes!"

"Like a whore?"

"Fuck you."

"I'll pass," Brian said heavily as he guided Justin onto his back and pushed his legs up and open, revealing his wanting hole. Justin pulled hard on Brian's hair as Brian rimmed him.

Brian steeled his tongue and lapped hungrily at the warm flesh of his husband. He added two fingers, stretching Justin's already tortured opening.

"Ahh," Justin screamed as he arched off of the floor and into Brian's touch. Brian pressed down on Justin's tight stomach, keeping him in place. "Brian," Justin breathed as Brian continued to move his fingers in and out, dragging out the climax.

Justin struggled to catch his breath as Brian licked and kissed his way up his body. "Scream for me," Brian demanded as he slid into Justin, burying himself to the hilt. Justin shook his head from side to side as he gripped Brian's arm and pressed into his back. "Uhn. Scream."

"OH…GOD!" Justin screamed as Brian wrapped his hand around his throbbing erection and started to pump.

Brian stopped his movements as Justin erupted between them. Justin tried to calm his body. He tried to relax as Brian began thrusting again. Justin held on tightly to Brian's hips as he emptied his seed, filling the small blond.

Brian pressed a kiss to Justin's collarbone as he collapsed on top of him. "You're hot when you're pissed," Brian said into Justin's shoulder. Justin laughed tiredly.

"I don't think I'll be able to get up," Justin said with a wince as Brian pulled out of him and rolled to the side.

"We might have scarred Michael, not to mention our children, for life," Brian said as he played with Justin's hair. Justin buried his face in Brian's shoulder and laughed.

"I forgot anyone else was here," he mumbled. Brian lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. The silence settled between them as the noise from outside the bathroom flooded in. "We really should go and rescue Michael."

"I was going to tell you," Brian said. Justin lay next to him in silence, his thoughts racing as he felt his pulse echoing through his body.

"I know," Justin finally said as he sat up with a frown and turned to face Brian.

He squirmed on the hard tile of the bathroom as the pain of their activities bit at him. "That's the problem. You were going to tell me. Instead of talking about it with me and letting me help you make a decision. Letting us make a decision that affects the both of us, together."

Brian watched the emotions as they played in Justin's eyes and stayed silent. "You promised me when you had the loft redone that you wouldn't leave me out anymore."

"I'm not…"

"I'm not asking you to apologize. I'm asking you not to make promises… that you can't keep," Justin said as he rubbed at his arms to try and heat himself.

Brian sat up and pulled Justin into a searing kiss. "I can do that," Brian relented. "You bought a fucking car."

"You bought a dance club," Justin answered with a smile.

"I like it."

"Good," Justin said as he pulled back. "I want a big party. With three cakes," he said with a smile as he kissed Brian again. Brian groaned as Justin got up and turned on the shower. He got up and joined Justin under the warm spray. "I want cake, candy, games and prizes. I want so much fun you'll want to puke."

"This is going to end up costing me, isn't it?"

"Only monetarily, I can say nothing of the trauma to your dignity and reputation." Justin shampooed his hair with a huge smile on his face.

"Can I do anything to make it up to you?" Brian asked as he stepped up to Justin.

"You can take me to your club."

"Our club," Brian said with a grin. Justin moaned as he was pressed against the glass wall of the shower and claimed again.

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Friday…

"JUSTIN," Molly screamed as she entered the loft, tossing her bag and her keys down on the floor. She barely stopped to close the door.

"What?" Justin asked as he came out of his studio, paint splatters covering his clothes and skin. "I thought we told you to leave that key the last time you were here."

"Umm, I do not recall this conversation. Do you have proof of this alleged exchange?" Molly asked as she walked into the kitchen and flung the fridge door open.

"I didn't know you changed your major to law." Molly smiled as she slammed the refrigerator door and leaned against it.

"Fuck you. I mean, you walk in on someone during passionate 'no more cock pock' sex, almost a full year ago might I add, and you are automatically rendered keyless. I think that is a very callous attitude," she pointed out.

"You didn't walk in. You walked in, stopped, and stared."

"What…ever," Molly said.

"We never gave you a key," Justin said with a smirk as he scratched at some of the dry paint on his arm.

"Gave; borrowed; stole," Molly said as she gestured with her hands, "such a fine line."

"There has to be some valid reason as to why you're here," Justin said as he turned and started to walk back to his studio. Molly popped the tab on her soda as she followed him.

"Actually, there is," Molly said as she smiled over at her brother, easing herself onto one of his drafting tables. "Don't you want to help me be the best I can be?"

"When's it due?" Justin asked as he stopped his paintbrush in mid-air.

"Tomorrow," Molly smiled. "I know last time I said I wouldn't wait until the last minute, but this time it was truly beyond my control."

"Oh."

"Justin, The Dresden Dolls were playing across town. How could I not attend this gathering?" Molly asked as she stared at her brother. "So, can I use your studio?"

"I love your priorities. What class is it for?"

"Drafting and design."

"Why didn't you go to Kinnetik and ask Brian? The studio is bigger and most importantly it's not mine."

Molly shrugged and she took another drink. "I like it here, and the food is free." Justin laughed as he shook his head. "Plus, I have you here to help me."

"I'm an artist, not an architect."

"Same difference," Molly said with a shrug.

"I truly doubt that Brian would make you pay for food. Whatever food you would even be able to find at Kinnetik, besides green apples."

"He made me pay him a dollar for one last time. I could've gone home and got one for free," she said. Justin put down his paint brush and walked over to her, taking a pencil from the holder next to her on the desk.

"Maybe," Justin said as he leaned in close to her, "that was the whole point." Molly stared at him blankly.

"Ugh, don't make that face; it makes you look like dad." Molly frowned and smacked Justin in the arm.

"Hmm, that's nice to know." Molly turned the soda can up to her mouth and took a long drink. "So, can I use the studio? Or do I have to go and visit the apple Nazi?"

"Okay, you can use my studio," Justin relented. "I wish we could go back to when you got on my last nerve and I didn't even want to be in the same room with you. Those were good times."

"Asshole. You love me," Molly said as she hopped down from the table. "Here," she said tossing her ipod to Justin, "plug this in and crank it up."

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8:45 p.m. …

Junior stood on the sidewalk in her nightgown and a pair of sweatpants with tears streaming down her face. "I know you're tired. You should have taken a nap at nap time," Justin said as he made sure all of their seats were strapped in.

"I want some juice, daddy. I want some," Junior whined as more tears poured from her. She snatched the hat off of her head and dropped it on the sidewalk, her hair held back in a ponytail.

"I know you do. Put that hat back on," Justin said as Brian came out of the building, Pilot and Race leading the way clumsily. Justin tossed their overnight bag into the car.

"I don't want it on," she said as she looked down at the sidewalk. Brian handed Justin the boys' diaper bag and turned his attention to Junior.

"Junior Marie put that hat back on, now," Brian said as he looked at his daughter. Junior pouted as she picked up the hat and pulled it back on her head, the little ball on top blowing slightly in the cold wind.

"I don't like it on my ears," she said as she started to cry.

Her chest heaved as she pulled the tears from deep down in her chest. "I want some juice, dad," Junior cried as Brian picked her up and sat her in her seat. Race and Pilot sat on either side of her. Race was slowly slipping off to sleep while Pilot was wide awake.

"You can't have juice. You can have some water when we get to Aunt Lindsay and Aunt Melanie's house and then you can go to sleep."

"No, I don't want water," she said as she yawned and rubbed at her eyes. Brian closed the back door and got into the front. Justin looked through their bag to make sure Brian had gotten everything.

Junior sniffled and cried halfway to Melanie and Lindsay's house before finally falling asleep. "Hey," Lindsay said as she opened the door. "We were beginning to think you weren't going to show up," she said to Justin as she stepped back and took the overnight and diaper bags from him.

"You and me both," Justin said as he rocked Pilot back and forth. Brian walked through the door with Race and Junior both sound asleep in his arms.

"Please, like Brian would turn down a night of partying," Melanie said.

"We were coming if I had to drag him out of the fucking loft," Brian said as Melanie took Race from him. Brian followed Mel up the stairs to put Junior in the guest bedroom. Lindsay took Pilot from Justin and smoothed the hair out of the small boy's face.

"He almost had to," Justin said as he handed Lindsay Pilot's Nerf ball. "He'll have a heart attack if he can't find that ball." Pilot began to cry as Brian kissed him on the top of the head and then Lindsay on the lips before pulling his blond towards the door.

"Smelly Mel," Brian said with a smile as he looked at the brunette. Melanie smiled as she flicked him off.

"They ate dinner and should sleep all night, unless they want some water and then…." Brian covered Justin's mouth with his hand and pushed him out the front door.

"We'll be back as soon as we're able to focus," Brian said. Melanie snorted as she shook her head while Lindsay gave a small laugh.

"I'm sure we'll be fine," Lindsay said as Pilot cried and reached for Brian. Brian closed the door and lead Justin to the car.

********

BABYLON…

Brian and Justin stumbled out of the backroom for the fourth time that night and headed straight for the bar, neither one of them able to keep their hands off of each other. Brian ordered two shots as Justin nipped and sucked on the flesh of his collarbone. "What'd you take?" Ben asked Justin as he looked in his eyes.

"A little X, a little beam," Brian answered for Justin as he downed both shots and Justin's hand snaked its way into his jeans, stroking his growing member.

"Brian," Justin moaned as he pressed their bodies closer together. "Everything's so loud," he said with a drug induced laugh.

"We're in Babylon," Brian answered as he pulled Justin's exploring hand from his jeans. Justin pouted until he heard the beat of a song he liked.

"I LOVE THIS SONG," he shouted as he grabbed Emmett's hand. "Dance with me," he said before Emmett could protest. Not that he planned to.

"We met up with Anita in the backroom. I think he might have killed some of his brain cells," Brian said as he ordered another drink.

"I thought you guys didn't keep drugs in the house anymore," Ben said as he stood leaning against the bar.

"And run the risk of becoming truly and completely domestic. Benjamin, you disappoint me. I thought for sure that after all these years you would know at least me better than that."

"They keep them in a locked safe in the closet," Michael offered.

"How responsible," Ted said.

"Thank you Theodore, I'm glad you approve."

"Well, at least they're in a safe place," Ben said as he took a drink of his water.

"Yeah," Brian said as he watched Justin dance with Emmett, "do you know how much they cost me?"

"He meant so that the kids don't get into them," Ted clarified. Brian looked at his three friends with a smirk before going to retrieve his partner.

Hours later they all piled themselves into a booth at the diner. After consuming little food and taking up valuable space they all finally parted ways after Ben and Michael made sure that Brian and Justin made it home.

Brian tried to keep his mind focused as they rode the lift up to their floor and Justin's hands roamed his body. Brian breathed in deep as Justin unbuttoned his jeans and quickly placed his hand inside.

Justin mumbled something unintelligible as the lift jolted to a stop. The door was barely closed before Brian was nine and a half inches into Justin's tight ass. "FUCK ME…FUCK ME…FUCK ME," Justin screamed, his voice echoing through the empty loft.

"UGH."

"Yes," Justin said as he arched and writhed beneath Brian. "Mmm." Brian collapsed on top of Justin and allowed the small blond to roll him over. Justin straddled Brian's hips and leaned over him, pressing their lips together as he took Brian's swollen cock back into him.

Brian gripped Justin's hips so tightly that small bruises began to form in the tender area. "Mhm-Ugh. Shit," Justin breathed as Brian thrust harder.

Justin pressed down on Brian's shoulder and the television and stereo turned on, the volume quickly rising. "HELLO DOROTHY!" Elmo's voice rang out.

The sudden noise and deep thrust of Brian was enough to send Justin over the edge, dragging Brian with him. "I think we found the remote," Brian said as Justin searched blindly for it, his head never leaving Brian's chest as he caught his breath.

"I had an orgasm to Elmo. That's wrong on so many levels," Justin said as he finally wrapped his fingers around the remote and shut off the radio and television.

"Mm. It was hot. Didn't know you were into fur," Brian said as he pulled a joint from the pocket of his discarded jacket.

"Shut up."

Brian stood up and made his way to the bathroom, never bothering to check the time. Justin rolled over onto his stomach and took a long pull from the joint that Brian had lit. He found his jeans and popped the last tab of ecstasy into his mouth.

Fifteen minutes later Brian was mellow as Justin ripped into package after package of snack sized M&M packages. "They're the same size," Justin said frantically as M&Ms scattered over the floor, "THE SAME SIZE!"

Brian frowned as he looked closely at the candy, too closely. He was way too fucking high.

"The bag is small, but the candy is THE SAME SIZE. They should be called M&Ms…in the small bag. Miniature makes you think tiny candy, but its not tiny candy its candy in a tiny bag."

"No more…No more "E" for you," Brian said as he turned his shot glass up only to find it empty. "You're way too high."

"I'M FREAKING OUT!"

They finally fell asleep two hours after the sun had come up.

********

Saturday…

"It's after three in the afternoon."

"Do you think they forgot about them?" Lindsay asked with a laugh as she spooned the chocolate frosting onto the cake. Melanie screwed the top onto the boys' cups as she walked up to her partner.

"Knowing Brian, probably," Melanie answered as she dipped her finger into the bowl Lindsay was holding. Lindsay laughed as she batted Mel's hand out of the way.

Junior stood on the small stepstool next to Melanie, her hair in two long French braids and the chocolate covered whisk of the electric mixer held firmly in her hand. Pilot walked over and sat down next to her. Junior held the whisk out for him to take a lick, dropping chocolate on the floor and spreading it over his face.

Race mumbled incoherently as he walked over, pulling the sugary mess to his mouth and taking a big lick. Junior frowned at her brother as his chocolate tainted drool ran down her arm. "Eww, Race, that's nasty," Junior laughed as she pulled the whisk out of his mouth and into hers.

Melanie and Lindsay watched as the siblings sat next to each other eating the chocolate and making a mess. "They're a mess," Lindsay said as she turned back to her cake and began to spread the frosting.

"Them," Mel said as she gestured to the three small kids, "look at the floor."

Race and Pilot laughed along with their sister. Pilot mumbled something to his brother that only they could understand as they wiped their hands on their shirts and ran from the kitchen. "Mel, Mel, the couch," Lindsay said as she frantically waved her after the small boys covered in icing.

********

"Justin," Brian whispered when he woke hours later.

"Sh-shh," Justin said without looking as he pressed two fingers to Brian's lips. Brian flinched as something cold touched his chest.

"What the fuck is that?" Justin blinked his eyes several times before they finally opened and settled on the pair of handcuffs hanging from his wrist.

They both sat up quickly and Justin winced as the pain in his ass radiated through him and his right hand landed on a fourteen inch black double-headed dildo.

"I guess we had a little fun last night," Brian said as he searched the area for a cigarette. M&M crumbs and melted chocolate stuck to their bodies.

"I think we had more than a little fun," Justin said as he held the side of his head.

"Yeah," Brian said as he looked at all of the scratches, bite marks, hickies and bruises on his body.

********

Sunday, Late afternoon…

"Where've you been? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago," Justin said as he nursed a steaming cup of coffee, the previous day's excursions still wearing on him. Daphne plopped down next to him and dropped her bag to the ground.

"So sorry 'father time' I didn't know that it was detrimental to society that I be at the park on time. Sue me," Daphne replied as she roughly pulled her hair back into a sloppy ponytail. Justin turned to look at his best friend, a smirk fixed firmly on his lips.

"So, what happened this time?"

"Shut up," Daphne said as she crossed her arms over her chest and slouched down on the park bench, her eyes watching the twins playing in the sandbox. Justin let a small laugh and quickly recovered. "I said shut up."

"Did you get escorted from the rink again?" He asked as he stared at her. Daphne sighed and cocked her head to the side, tightening her arms around her body.

"NO!" Daphne shouted in her own defense. "And for your information the last time I was escorted from the rink was completely not my fault."

Justin laughed as he scratched the side of his face. "You threw a liter soda bottle at the referee," he reminded her.

"Yeah, well, he should get a clue. I hate that guy," Daphne said as she uncrossed her arms and sat up, reaching for her bag.

"So, what happened?" Justin pressed as he glanced over at Race and Pilot happily playing in the sandbox. Junior and Damien were over on the swings.

"Nothing major, I just… might have punched one of the other mothers," Daphne said with a shrug as she rummaged through her bag looking for her gloves. Justin frowned as he turned to look fully at his friend.

"You… punched, one of the opposing team's parents?" Justin asked.

"It was more like a very hard shove really. I think she blew it completely out of proportion. I mean, her eye was only slightly swollen after the ice compress." Justin was at a lost for words as he looked at Daphne. "What? Stop staring at me like that. Her son, the sad excuse for a goalie, wasn't blocking any of their shots."

"Wait. You punched the parent of someone on your own team?"

"I did not PUNCH HER, really. I TOLD the coach to let Damien play goalie. I told him that he would be better at it. But would he listen to me? No. And now, I got to go out to the hockey rink and watched my son's team get spanked, because her son can't get the lead out. Fuck that shit."

"And here I thought that team sports was about going out there and having fun."

"Fuck fun. I want to win. Do you know how much it cost for that uniform and shit? I better see a trophy in my… trophy case," Daphne said as she made wild gestures in the cold air.

"You don't have a trophy case."

"I'll fucking buy one," Daphne said as she tried to warm her hands. "Let's go; it's cold out here." Justin nodded with one last laugh at his friend as they both got up to gather the kids.

********

Monday…

Pilot walked behind Justin holding Race's hand.

Junior hopped up and down the hall as she made her way to her classroom. Justin walked behind her, looking through her book bag and holding her lunchbox. "I know I put your homework paper in here," he said as Junior fell. Justin helped her up and watched as she grinned.

"Daddy, when you come and we can go to the cake place and we can get ice creams," Junior said as they reached her classroom. Justin made sure the boys were still with him as he pushed the door open. Junior ran in and over to her cubby hole, trying to get her jacket off.

"You are not supposed to know about that cake and dad is going to pick you up today, remember?" Justin asked as he helped her take her jacket off. "Here. Hang your jacket on the hook," he told her as he put her hat, scarf and gloves inside the sleeve. She took her jacket and placed it on the silver hook.

"Mr. Taylor," Mr. Jones said as he walked up to Justin. Pilot and Race looked up at the teacher and moved closer to Justin.

"Hey." Justin stood and handed Junior her book bag and lunch. "Put them in the cubby hole," he told her, "and make sure you leave them there." Pilot twisted through Justin's legs, holding onto his jeans.

"Daaaa," Race said as he pointed to Junior's book bag. Justin looked down at his son and smiled.

"I wanted to talk to you about Junior, if you have a minute," Mr. Jones said as he led Justin to the front of the classroom. Felicia, the new student assistant, helped all the children get settled into the desks.

"Umm, sure," Justin said as he stood next to Mr. Jones. "Pilot, Race, no," he said as they reached up onto the chalk holder and grabbed the brightly colored pieces. Justin moved around the teacher and pulled the chalk from their hands.

He turned his attention back to Mr. Jones.

********

"Coffee, proofs, and the new layout for the Sanford campaign," Cynthia said as she handed him the cup of coffee and placed the rest of the papers on his desk. Brian drank some of the coffee while he looked over the proofs.

"Did Jeff call?" Brian asked as he picked up one of the proofs and held it up to the light. Cynthia opened her appointment book and looked for the name.

"No," she said as she looked down the list of things to do, "but Kenneth Vaughn did." Cynthia snapped her book closed and waited.

"What the fuck does he want?"

"He wanted to know if you'd changed your mind about the course of the campaign," she said as she watched her good friend and boss.

"Yeah, he would want to know that. Call him back and tell him to go fuck himself. I'm not dropping my price so that he can get a first rate campaign at half the cost." Cynthia made a note to make sure and call him back.

Brian spent the rest of the morning in meetings with clients and with his staff. Kinnetik was going strong and the acquisition of Babylon was only going to further his success. It was half past one when he finally got a chance to take a break.

"Cynthia, I said no interruptions," Brian said with his eyes closed as he heard the door to his office open and close.

"That's good to know, because I think we're going to be busy for awhile," Justin said as he locked the office door and flipped the second switch, turning the glass panels of the office opaque.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," Justin said as he walked towards the desk.

"Hmm. Where are the boys?" Justin gestured towards the door.

"I left them out there with Cynthia," Justin told Brian ask he walked around the large desk. Brian pushed away from the desk, allowing Justin room to straddle his legs.

"As if she had nothing better to do," Brian said as Justin captured his bottom lip between his teeth and pulled him into a steaming kiss. Brian gripped the back of Justin's neck and pulled him in closer.

Brian's hands moved down Justin's body and across his ass as he made his way towards the button on Justin's jeans. "Every minute that you're here costs me money. I should be working on campaigns."

"I can always pay you for your services," Justin said as Brian placed kisses along his neck, his other hand unzipping the offending denim.

"Hm. Like a whore?" Brian asked with a devious smile. Justin leaned back and looked into lustful hazel eyes.

"I brought M&Ms."

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