Blended

Chapter 21

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Justin was struggling to pull the plastic security tape off of the Little Einsteins DVD as fast as he could. Junior watched him, slowly losing her patience, as Blue's cries filtered through the monitor and down the stairs. "Uh oh," Pilot and Race said.

"Daddy, Blue is crying," Junior said as she glanced at the stairs. She held her juice box up to her ear and shook it.

"Thank you," Justin said with irritation as he pulled off the last plastic strip and popped it in the player. He waited for the menu screen to come on, pressed play and went up to get the baby.

Junior stood a few inches from the television and watched as the Little Einsteins went on another adventure. Pilot was watching and slowly taking off his socks. Race was up in the playroom digging through the toy box and talking to himself rather loudly.

"Open," Race said to Junior as he walked over and thrust a bottle of play ketchup in her face. Junior flinched and looked down at what he was pushing in her face. "Open."

"No, you can't open that," she said as she pushed the toy out of her face, "'cause it's not real. It's only just a toy." Pilot pulled off his one sock and flung it behind his back. Race frowned at Junior and tossed the toy on the floor before going to get another one.

Junior kicked the toy off of her foot and stepped even closer to the television. "Junior, move back a little," Justin said as he walked down the stairs with Blue in his arms. Junior stood where she was, not hearing anything that Justin had said.

Race walked down the stairs with his arms full of toys. "No, no," Justin said as he put Blue in her playpen and went to turn Race back around. "You know the new rule, no toys out of the playroom." Race frowned as he huffed and sat down on the floor to play.

"Junior, move back. Sit on the cushion," Justin said as he picked at the paint that was on his hand. He grabbed Pilot and put the offending sock back on his foot, then turned to physically move Junior back from the television.

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"He refuses to pay for the wedding. 'Let your rich brother and his boyfriend pay for it,'" Molly said to Riah as she leaned against the counter picking at a stale glazed donut. "And that is a quote. This is stale you know."

Riah frowned and looked over at the donut. "No, it's good. Trek bought them on Tuesday," she said with a nod as she looked through her refrigerator.

"It's Friday," Molly said as she held the donut up and looked around for the trashcan. Riah closed the fridge door and licked the tips of her fingers before offering Molly some of the pudding she was eating. "Where is your trashcan?"

Riah looked around as she hopped up on the kitchen counter, knocking things off the other side. "Somewhere," she said. "So, what'd you say to him? God, give it here." She snatched the stale donut from Molly, turned on the faucet and ran it under the water. "There you go."

Molly took the donut back and held it in front of her face. "Fucking sweet, I was hoping we had more of these," Trek said as he emerged from his room. He took the donut from Molly and took a large bite.

"Trek," Molly said as she looked at their mutual friend and Riah's roommate with a smile on her face, "I can see your balls." Trek stopped drinking from the milk carton and looked down.

"What do you think? Proportionate to the torpedo, or what?" Trey laughed as he took another bite of the donut and let the refrigerator door close, the milk still in his hand.

Molly pulled her hair into a ponytail and smirked. "I have to say that of all the balls I have seen yours are among the most proportionate." Trek leaned on the counter next to Riah and finished off the donut with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Ugh, enough. What did you say to him, come on," Riah pushed as she picked up a used glass and blew into it before gesturing for Trek to pour her some milk.

Molly took her hands out of her hair and leaned against the refrigerator. "I told him to fuck off and if that was how he wanted it he didn't even have to come to the wedding."

"Nice," Trek said.

"He says that since I seem to value Justin's opinion more than his and since I don't spend as much time with him he is completely justified in deciding to, to… be a fucking… selfish bastard."

"Fuck him," Riah said as she drank her milk. Molly nodded.

"Yeah, fuck him."

"Is he at least going to buy you something. He can at least do that," Riah said. Trek moved over to the couch and sat down.

"He offered to give us a fifty inch high definition plasma television with the complete surround sound set up and all that shit," Molly said.

"And you said?"

"I told him that some cheap pieces of plastic and speakers that filter sound like a knife in butter were not a sufficient substitute for him not being at the one event in my life that I actual want him at."

"Good for you," Riah said as she licked the last of the chocolate from her fingers. Molly nodded as she walked over and sat down opposite Trek.

"Yeah." Molly looked over at Trek and smiled.

"When do you want me to come and install it all?" he asked with a laugh. Riah smirked as she walked over to the couch and stood behind Trek.

"Tonight? I want it all up before I have to pick Hunter up from the airport."

"Andy's coming with him."

"We know," Molly and Trek said.

"Maybe you should try cleaning before then," Molly said as she glanced around the apartment, her eyes landing on the two large tanks along the wall and the large boa constrictors inside, affectionately called Pinky and Brain.

Riah slid over the back of the couch and let her head dangle over the edge. She looked over and gasped as she reached between Trek's legs. "Your balls are on my textbook, ass," she said as she yanked the book from under him.

"Giving it flavor baby, giving it flavor," he replied with a grin.

"Is that a skittle?" Molly asked leaning forward to stare at his balls. Riah looked over and dropped her head back down with a loud 'ugh'. Trek picked the skittle off and tossed it at Molly.

"Oh God," she said and stood. "Seriously, you guys, clean. Tonight, remember," she said as she pointed at Trek. He nodded and gave her a very overdramatic thumbs-up.

"Call me," Riah yelled as Molly was closing the door.

"If I remember."

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"Hey," Brian said as he slid the door closed and sat his portfolio on the island counter.

"Hi dad," Junior said as she acknowledged his presence in the house. Pilot jumped down the stairs at the sound of Brian's voice, without his socks or his shorts. "Pilot took his clothes off, again. Daddy told him not to but he did."

"I see," Brian said as picked his son up and patted him on the leg. Pilot laughed as Brian tickled him. They shared a lengthy conversation until Pilot demanded to be let down. Brian could hear the music coming from Justin's studio and headed in that direction.

He grabbed a bottle of water out of the 'fridge on his way and stopped short when he saw a screaming Race with his face pressed against the plastic gate in front of Justin's studio door. He was red and tears were streaking down his face as he pulled on the gate.

"Hey, Race," Brian said as he stooped down to his son's level. Race looked up at him and started to cry even harder, pulling back when Brian went to pick him up.

"No," he choked out, "daddy!" Brian left him there on the floor and stepped over the gate. The music was blasting and Brian looked around for the remote to turn it down. He lowered the volume and walked up behind Justin.

"Hey," Justin said as he turned towards Brian and pressed their lips together. "You're going to get paint on you in here." Brian moved back and looked at the piece Justin was working on.

"It's' good." Justin sat the paint and the brush on the table and wiped his hands.

"Thanks. How was the meeting with DeLere? Did he like the boards?"

"Naturally," Brian said with a cocky smile as he leaned against the table and pulled Justin close, pressing their cocks together. Justin closed his eyes and moaned as Brian kissed and sucked on his neck. Justin sighed in defeat as Race let out a choked sob and took a very audible deep breath.

"How long has he been crying?" Brian asked as he looked over at the door. Justin rested his head against Brian's chest as he continued to move his hips in small circles.

"About fifteen minutes, give or take," Justin said as his breath hitched. "I know, I'm a terrible father, leaving the kids to be babysat by the T.V. and leaving one to eventually scream up a lung in the hallway."

"Mm, yeah, the worst," Brian said with a smile as he used Justin's hair to lift his head. Justin smiled and let Brian's tongue lay claim to his own. "I say we call… uh… the one with the hair and the gum."

"Wow, that is really descriptive and her name is Chrissy."

"We'll call her and see if she can watch the spawn."

"Are you serious?" Brian nodded and Justin stood up. Brian watched as Justin stepped back over to his canvas. "Good. You call her while I finish this. I just want to add a few things."

"Hurry up, sunshine. You wouldn't want me to change my mind." Justin smirked as Brian stepped over the gate, stopping to pick up Race.

"Thank you," Justin yelled to the empty hallway.

"You'll pay."

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Chrissy walked up the stairs and knocked on the loft door. She could hear all the noise inside and let out a loud sigh. "Yes, Chrissy, this is how you get to spend your Friday night, with four kids. You are really moving up on the social ladder," she said to herself.

Justin slid the door open and stepped to the side to let Chrissy in. "Hey Chrissy," he said as he closed the door. He was all dressed and ready to go in blue jeans, white button down shirt and his hair perfect.

Chrissy looked him up and down and reminded herself that he was indeed married, with four kids. Not to mention gay. "Hi, Mr. Taylor," she answered as she sat her bag on the floor behind the sofa.

Brian came down the stairs with a towel and Blue over his shoulder. "Your daughter has decided that she is not going to eat," Brian said as he handed the baby to Justin.

"White," Justin said as he gestured at his shirt. Brian looked down at his own clothes and back at Justin. He felt that his black shirt trumped Justin's white. Chrissy laughed as she stepped forward and held out her hands for the baby.

"I'll feed her," she said and Brian handed her over.

"This is why we love you," Brian said as Justin handed him his own jacket. Chrissy smiled and laughed.

Justin grabbed his black leather jacket and slipped his phone into his pocket. "You can put them in the bed anytime you want. They should be pretty tired by now," Justin told her as they moved to the door.

"You have our numbers," Brian said as he touched the top of Blue's head as she sucked on the bottle Chrissy was holding.

"Yeah," Chrissy said as she slid the door closed and turned around. Pilot was swiftly crawling out of his highchair and resting his foot on the tray. Race was mashing the food on his plate with his fist. Junior was sitting in her chair, chewing on her hair and building some sort of tower with her food.

"Wow. You guys could have waited at least five minutes," she said as Blue finished her milk. She lifted her up on her shoulder to burp her while she walked over to get Pilot down. And get everyone ready for bed.

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"Kinney, Taylor," the bartender said as they made their way through the crowd. "Didn't think you two would grace us with your presence tonight, how're the kids?" Justin scanned the dance floor and Brian leaned into the bar.

"Tonight, Doug," Brian said playfully as Justin turned to face them, "we have no kids. Double shots… and keep 'em comin'." Doug laughed as he prepared the shots and placed them on the bar.

"Enjoy."

Brian slammed back his shot as Justin reached over to pick his up. "Oh we plan to," Brian said as Justin knocked back the burning liquid and followed Brian onto the dance floor. Brian placed his hands on Justin's hips as they started to move to the music.

They danced for what seemed like hours, lost in their own world as time went by.

"No kids for the whole night, Mr. Kinney? Are you planning to do unlawful things to my virginal body?" Justin asked playfully as he wrapped his arms around Brian's neck. Brian leaned down and started to place kisses all over Justin's neck.

"Virginal, I am surprised you can even think, let alone, say the word," Brian laughed.

"Shut up and answer my question."

"If you're lucky," he replied as he felt Justin pull him in closer, trapping their cocks between them. "And if you beg hard enough."

"My days of begging are over," Justin laughed. "But, I might be more than willing to negotiate. Brian's hands were resting heavily on the top of Justin's jeans, pushing them down slightly and giving access to heated flesh. "Might handcuffs be involved?"

"Perhaps. Later." Brian kissed Justin and took a step towards the backroom. Justin smiled in the kiss and let himself be guided backwards. "But as I said, luck must be on your side."

"Hmm, I don't know about lucky. Will horniness suffice?" Brian cocked his head to the side and pretended to think about it. Justin smelled the rush of sex as they crossed the threshold of the backroom.

"It would border on me having to lower my standards," Brian said. Justin laughed as his head made contact with the wall. "Fuck," Brian said with a laugh as Justin mouthed the word and rubbed the back of his head.

Justin reached into Brian's pocket for a condom as their lips and hands roamed over each others bodies. Brian nibbled on Justin's ear and neck as he tightly gripped the pale flesh of his hip. "Mm," Justin moaned as he felt his jeans slip down to his knees. Brian slowly turned him around, slid on the condom and pushed into him.

"Shit," Brian said as he rested his forehead against Justin's back and started to thrust. Justin's hands fought for purchase on the brick wall and he bit his bottom lip, pushing back into Brian.

Brian snaked his hand around Justin and started to pull on his rigid cock. "Shit, shit… fucking shit," Justin panted as he moved his head from side to side. Justin convulsed as his orgasm ripped from him. Brian held him up and continued to plunge into him until his orgasm sent him over the edge.

"Mm," Brian moaned as he pulled out of Justin and pulled off the condom. Justin was still leaning against the wall trying to catch his breath. Brian tucked himself into his jeans and zipped up before leaning over Justin and helping the blond back into his jeans.

"That was dirty." Brian smirked as he led Justin out of the backroom. The number of people in Babylon seemed to have doubled as they made their way back to the bar. Doug saw them coming and sat four shots on the bar, giving them both a knowing smirk.

"I don't know, I wouldn't rank the evening just yet," Brian said as he downed a shot. Justin smiled, downed a shot and turned towards the dance floor. Brian was leaning over the bar trying to get Doug's attention when Michael placed a hand on his back.

"Didn't think you'd be this far past gone this early," Michael said as Doug handed him a beer. Ben gladly took a bottle of water from one of the other bartenders and stood next to Justin.

"It's not even midnight," Justin said as he bounced lightly to the music.

"You're drunk," Brian said as one of the bartenders handed him a beer. "Mikey, I don't even plan to be in the same vicinity as gone by the time the sun comes up."

"Come on baby and dance with me. Hey Brian," Ben said as he sat his water on the bar and grabbed Michael's hand, dragging him onto the dance floor.

Brian leaned into Justin and nudged him slightly. "Dance?" A wicked smile spread over Justin's face and he shook his head.

"No, thank you," Justin said politely as he popped the top button on Brian's jeans. "I wouldn't mind a trip to the VIP room. That is, if I am important enough, Mr. Kinney."

"I think that can be arranged."

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"Hey wookie, ready to get spanked?" Trek gave a very amused smirk and turned to face the very leggy blonde that was standing behind him.

"Ah, glory hole," Trek said with a smile, "didn't think I'd be seeing you back here so soon, especially after that bitch of a beating you took last week."

"It's Gloria, star wars, and you know it."

"It's Trek… and you know that too. I assume you want something?" Gloria placed her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. "Don't do that, makes me hard."

Gloria made a sound of disgust and pressed on. "I want a rematch," she said as their conversation started to attract others in the student lounge. Trek leaned forward onto his pool stick and pretended to think it over.

"Hmm, I don't know, Eric and I are pretty darn content with our status as victors," Trek smiled. Eric walked over and stood next to Trek, resting his arm on his friend's shoulder.

"What the fuck man, we gonna play or are you gonna stand here talking to the Barbie?" Eric asked as he mouthed a 'what's up?' to Gloria. Gloria flipped him off and turned her attention back to Trek.

"Gloria here wants a rematch," Trek told Eric. Eric looked over at Trek and smiled.

"Well, then by all means lets give her one shall we," Eric said as he tossed his pool stick across the room to another student. Trek sat his down on the table and gestured for her to follow Eric.

"Ladies first," he said as Gloria turned to follow Eric.

The student lounge erupted in noise as people started to place bets and form allegiances. Eric and Trek stood side by side and stretched, quite unnecessarily. An athletic brunette came to stand next to Gloria and the boys in the hall paused as the girls shared a very passionate kiss.

"Would, would you mind rewinding that and doing it again? For scientific purposes I assure you," Eric asked as he cleared his throat.

"Eric, you are such an asshole," Alice said as she slid her arm from around Gloria's back.

Trek leaned over and grabbed the small white ball from one of the guys standing off to the side. "And you are so fucking hot. Wanna have a threesome?" He asked with a lewd smile.

"No more talking of erotic acts. Save it for after the game," Eric said as he held the small white ball high into the air. "It's foosball time! PREPARE TO DIE, BITCHES!"

Trek hit him in the chest. "Dude, calm," he said with a smile.

Eric gave a dramatic shudder and cracked his neck. "Sorry, just got caught up in the heat." Gloria and Alice rolled their eyes and readied their hands for combat.

"What heat, there is no heat."

"Drop the ball, pussy," Alice smirked.

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Chrissy laid Blue in her crib and turned on her monitor. "Three more to go," she said as she stepped over the toys on Junior's floor. Junior was sitting on the floor playing with her brothers' matchbox cars.

"I don't want to go to bed," Junior said. Chrissy looked over at the door when she heard little giggles.

"You never do. But, if you go to sleep now I'll bring you some ice cream the next time I see you." Junior seemed to think it over as Pilot dangled from Chrissy's hand.

"Really?"

"Really," Chrissy told her, "but you have to stay in bed and try to go to sleep. That's the deal."

"Can it be strawberry?" Junior asked.

"It can be any flavor you want," she said.

"I want strawberry then," Junior said as she got up off the floor. She ran over to her bed and buried her face in the pillow before turning over. Pilot and Race giggled as they started to climb onto the bed.

"Strawberry it is, but remember, you have to stay in bed and go to sleep." Junior nodded as Chrissy tucked her in. "Oh no you two. You have your own beds in your own rooms." She picked up the laughing boys and stood them on the floor.

"Can you read me a story?" Junior asked as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. Chrissy smiled and nodded.

"Yup, no problem, just let me get your brothers in the bed first," she said and Junior nodded. Race and Pilot took off for their bedroom as they saw Chrissy start to walk towards them.

"No," Pilot laughed as he flopped onto his bed.

"No, no," Race mimicked with a laugh.

"Oh yes, yes," Chrissy laughed as she turned on their nightlight and started to cover them up.

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"Alice, I haven't heard any smartass comments coming from the other side of the table in quite awhile." Gloria looked over at Alice and they both started to laugh.

"Perhaps it is because they have been shocked into silence, such a beautiful thing."

"We're warming up. It's not nice to open up the whoop-ass right away, you gotta let the game marinate for a while first," Trek said. Gloria and Alice both nodded in mock understanding.

"Yeah, I love the smell of bullshit," Alice said.

"I bet you do," Eric said as he touched his tongue to his top lip. Alice flipped him off as the ball was dropped into the game again.

"Final game, winner takes all," Trek called and all the people in the lounge yelled and screamed.

********

Brian and Justin stumbled out of Babylon and into the side alley. "All I'm saying," Justin said as Brian hooked his arm around his waist, "is that… what was I saying?" Brian shrugged his shoulders as they took a right.

"I stopped listening about fourteen words ago," Brian said as he unhooked his arm from around Justin and pulled a joint from his pocket, lighting it up and offering some to Justin.

"Fuck you." Justin took the joint and took a long pull. "I figured as much."

"Tell me about Jake Madsen," Justin said as he gestured at another club. Brian frowned as he huffed and kept walking.

"What the hell for?" Brian blew smoke into the air and handed the joint back to Justin.

"I want to know," Justin explained as he scoffed at the club Brian was pointing to. "I can always ask Lindsay you know."

"Ask her." Justin took a long pull and exhaled sharply into the hot summer night.

"I did, she wouldn't tell me," Justin said. Brian laughed as he took the joint from Justin, took a long pull and dropped it to the ground. Justin moved past him into the diner and winced at the light.

"Then why should I?" Brian asked as he slid into a booth. Justin sat down across from him and turned his coffee cup over. The waitress walked over and poured them each a cup of coffee.

"Because you love me and worship the very ground I walk on," Justin guessed as he smiled brightly over at Brian. "Cheeseburger, fries and a cherry coke, thanks," he ordered. Brian frowned, shrugged and gestured to make his the same.

"Worshipping the ground you walk on is a bit of a stretch. Everything I can get your bare back to touch, maybe." Justin drank some of his coffee and sat back.

"That works just as well."

"We went to college together. He dated Lindsay. Baby. Abortion. Blaming and black eyes. All the makings of a Lifetime movie," Brian said as their food was brought to the table.

"Thanks," Justin said as he reached for the ketchup. Justin picked up a fry and ate half of it. "You don't like him?"

Brian picked at the pickles on his burger with a frown. "He is not my favorite person. Why all the fucking questions about Jake Madsen?" Justin took a bite of his burger and sat back.

"He called earlier, wanted to commission a painting for his office. I remembered you mentioning his name."

Brian looked over at Justin as the blond continued to eat. "And you told him no." Justin pretended not to hear Brian and tried to change the subject.

"You never told me what DeLere finally said about the boards. After disapproving four times already I hope he didn't reach for an even five."

Brian swallowed the bit of food he was chewing and wiped his fingers on a napkin. "You told him no, right?"

"Not exactly," Justin said as he drank some of his soda. "I agreed to commission a piece for the lobby of his office building." Brian continued to stare and Justin pressed on. "But I did inflate the price."

"How substantial an inflation are we talking about?"

"Very substantial," Justin smirked around his straw.

"Well, at least I taught you that much."

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"Are you willing to admit defeat?" Gloria asked as she counted the money that they had skillfully and luckily earned from the foosball game.

"No, because as you shall all too soon find out this was a freak occurrence that, I can be almost one hundred percent sure, won't happen again," Trek said as he attempted to snatch one of the bills from Gloria's hand.

"It is obvious that you were cheating," Eric shrugged as he leaned against the table, "I demand a drug test, with full cavity search, administered by me, of course," he said to Gloria. Trek laughed as Eric leaned over and kissed Alice on the cheek.

Alice looked over at him and pushed his face away from hers. "You are so very lucky I love you," she said. Eric laughed as he hooked his arm around her neck.

"I'm your brother, so you basically have no choice in the matter." Alice divided the money and handed some to Gloria.

"Don't remind me," she said. Alice and Eric started walking towards the cafeteria with Gloria and Trek dragging slowly behind.

"Feel like sharing any of that? I am sure your girlfriend wouldn't mind," Trek smiled as he bumped Gloria with his shoulder. The four of them had been friends, and enemies, since middle school.

"Hmm, let me think about it. No." Trek frowned and pretended to look hurt.

"Oh come on, I'll let you help me out tonight." Gloria paused in front of the drink cart.

"With?" Trek ran his finger under the thick black bands that decorated his wrist.

"Interesting question you ask." Gloria searched through the drinks, found one she wanted and picked it up out of the ice, flinging the water into the air.

Gloria looked over at him and waited. "Trek…."

"Okay, damn, impatient," Trek said as he pretended to be stressed. "Fifty inch, high definition, plasma television. With full Dolby digital surround sound and TiVo."

"You need help mounting it?" Trek knew how excited she got over anything having to do with electronics. They were both computer science majors.

"Yeah," he said. "I know, not exactly a nut buster but it'll get you to the edge."

"Ugh. Were you this gross when we were fourteen?" Trek shrugged as he sat his drink on her tray and moved to get around her.

"I'd like to think so," he said as he picked up an orange, looked at the person behind the counter and gestured at Gloria.

"Fucking asshole," she said as she handed the money to the guy.

********

Molly opened the door to her apartment and stepped aside. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up," she said to Trek as he dropped his bag on the couch. Eric sat the beers he'd brought on the counter.

"We got slightly tied up, what can I say," Trek answered as he looked at the box that the television was in. Molly closed and locked the door.

"Foosball again?" Molly asked as she took one of the offered beers from Eric. Gloria and Alice nodded with amusement and Molly didn't need to know who had won.

Alice came up to Molly and hugged her. "I heard you were getting married, let's see the ring." Molly smiled as she showed them her finger. "You have to tell us all about it."

"As if Riah hasn't told you everything already," Molly said with a laugh as Trek ripped open the box and with Gloria's help pulled the television out.

"She did, but you can fill in all of the small details," Alice laughed.

********

Brian was finally lucid enough to reach into his pocket and find his lighter and a cigarette. He remembered Justin suggesting that they sit down on the bench, for just a second. The second had turned into hours.

Justin was sound asleep as he leaned against Brian. They were sitting on the bench outside of the diner and Brian was smoking a cigarette. The sun was coming up and Brian looked at his watch before dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his shoe. It was not even 6:30 in the morning.

Brian pulled out his phone and dialed his home number. "Hello," Chrissy answered sleepily. Brian looked at his watch again and over at Justin.

"It's Brian. We should be home in the next hour or so. Are you okay?" Justin started to stir as Brian talked and his eyes slowly opened, wincing against the sunlight.

"Yeah Mr. Kinney," she said as she yawned and looked at the clock. She sat up on the sofa and rubbed at her eyes. Brian flipped his phone closed and slid it back into his pocket.

"Why are we sitting here?" Justin asked sleepily as he sat up. Brian looked around at the empty streets and the few people who were idly walking around.

"I'm sure there was a reason when we actually sat here." Justin stretched and stood up. Brian watched him as he moved away from the bench and started walking down the street.

"Come on, I'll let you buy me coffee before we have to plummet back into our lives," Justin said.

********

"What time are we supposed to be at Debbie's?" Justin asked.

"Five," Brian answered as Junior snaked through his legs.

"Ball," Race said as he ran over and handed the small red ball to Justin. Justin tossed the ball across the room and laughed as Pilot and Race battled each other in their hurry to get it first.

"No mine," Pilot yelled. Justin looked down at Blue who was wide awake.

"My ball," Race defended as he pushed his brother and threw the ball. It landed behind him and he spun around and around trying to see where it had gone. Pilot saw the ball, picked it up and ran to Justin.

Justin took the ball and held it as he talked to Brian. "She's going to throw up."

"Blue?" Justin shook his head.

"Junior."

Brian held onto Junior's hand and spun her around five times before letting her hand go. She giggled as she walked dizzily to the sofa before collapsing to the floor in a fit of laughter. "Do it again, dad," she laughed as Brian tickled her.

"She seems to be fine," Brian smiled.

Brian and Justin played with the kids until it was time for them to go. Justin finished packing up the diaper bag and handed it to Junior. "Okay, now take it over to the door," Justin told her.

Junior struggled with the heavy bag as she half carried and half dragged it to the door. Blue started to cry in her car seat. Race reached into her car seat and pushed her pacifier into her mouth. Pilot was struggling to open the loft door, his cup held tightly in the crook of his arm.

"Let's get this over with," Brian said as he came down the stairs and walked over to the door. He pulled it open and all the kids rushed out as fast as they could. Brian picked up Blue's seat and carried the screaming baby out of the loft.

Justin grabbed the diaper bag and closed and locked the door as he followed Brian down the stairs.

********

Molly flopped down next to Brian and poured herself some wine, drinking it down quickly. "Where's Justin?" She asked as he sat at the table. Ted was holding Blue and all of the kids were running in and out of the house.

One of the kids started crying and Brian watched as Justin walked through the kitchen and out the back door to see what was wrong. "He is currently slinking out the backdoor," he told her. She nodded and went to talk to her brother.

She stopped to talk to Ben on her way out and Lindsay eased herself into her vacated seat. "Justin tells me that he asked you about Jake," Brian said as he looked over at Lindsay. Lindsay sighed and glanced from Melanie across the room to Brian.

"Yeah, he did." She watched him as he watched her. "He called me. Jake, not Justin," she said. "I mean, Justin called too but I'm well…."

"Spit it out, Lindsay."

"He wanted to apologize. He said that someone said he should. Of course he refused to tell me who this someone might have been but I think I can take a pretty educated guess." Brian drank some of his water and took Blue from Ted's outstretched arms.

"I wouldn't have a clue," he said innocently as he laid his daughter on his shoulder, running a hand through her hair. "You always liked him, I could never figure out why."

She shrugged. "He reminds me of you and he's nice. And at the time the size of his dick wasn't a turn off either."

"Yeah, I know," Brian said a little too knowingly.

"You didn't," Lindsay laughed as she let Blue grab onto her finger. Brian looked over at her and smiled wickedly.

"You didn't think that the fight we had was solely for your benefit, did you? I love you, but I would think twice before inflicting damage on my body for you."

"I should have known." Blue started to fuss and Brian pulled a bottle out of the bag.

********

"I'm sure he loved that," Justin said as he sat on the back porch. Molly smirked.

"Yeah, I bet. At least I got the gift out of him though." Justin nodded.

"Brian would commend you for that."

Molly gave a silent laugh and moved her hair out of her face. She tucked it behind her ear and glanced at her brother. "Hunter said we'll just pay for it ourselves," she told him.

"I'm surprised that you actually thought he would pay in the first place," Justin said.

"Well, he actually likes me, so yeah," she said with a smile.

"Bitch," Justin said as Race came running over. He handed Justin some of the weeds that he'd picked out of the grass with a large smile on his face. He pulled some of the petals out of his mouth and handed them to Justin too.

"Thank you," Justin said as he held onto the "flowers." Molly laughed as he turned to her and pushed himself in between her legs. He grabbed her hand and studied her ring as she kissed him on the cheek until he giggled.

Tyler walked out of the house and down the stairs to join all the other kids. Junior welcomed the older boy and grabbed onto his hand, dragging him over to play with her. He was used to it and happily followed.

********

Justin leaned his head on the glass with his eyes closed as Blue yelled at the top of her lungs. "I thought you said you gave her a bottle," he said to Brian.

"I did," Brian said as he pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine. Justin got out of the car and opened the back door. He released Blue's seat and unbuckled Pilot, heaving him over his shoulder.

Brian grabbed the bag, Junior and Race. He closed the door and set the alarm. He repeated the action when they reached the loft door. Justin gave Blue another bottle and changed her diaper before going to help Brian with the rest of the kids.

"My dad refused to pay for Molly's wedding," Justin said as he leaned back on the bed. Brian took off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He walked over and got on the bed, straddling Justin.

"Are you really surprised?" He asked. Justin let out a small moan as Brian bent over and licked his neck. Brian took in a sharp breath as Justin unbuttoned his jeans and slid his hand inside.

"No. I actually wasn't even expecting her to ask him." Justin lost all thoughts about his father, Molly or anyone else as Brian yanked his jeans off and tossed them on the floor.

********

Four weeks later Brian was finishing up the final stages of a new campaign, Blue sitting in her chair on top of his desk. Race moved to get off the sofa and Brian cleared his throat. "Don't move, stay right there," he said to his son.

"Cup," Race said as he reached towards the kitchen.

"Sorry sonny boy, but you've been banned from the cup for a little while. We wouldn't want daddy to cut me off, would we," Brian said as he changed the font, again.

"Cup… please," he tried, adding on the magic word to stress his desire.

Justin came down the stairs dressed and ready to go with Junior's dress, covered in plastic, held in his hand. "Okay, I think we are ready. Are we ready? I think we are ready," he said as he looked around. Brian saved all of his information and turned off his computer.

Junior ran over to Brian, her hair in a ponytail. "I have to wait to put on my dress," she told him. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt. She stuffed her feet into her shoes and pulled on the tongue of her roll-down Converse.

Pilot and Race clapped and laughed when Brian told them that they could get off of the sofa now. They were dressed in black slacks with white shirts and Brian and Justin were both hoping that they would stay that way, at least until the wedding was over.

Brian picked up the baby and Justin carried the dress, the bag and Race's hand. Junior walked out of the hall behind him and Brian followed last, holding on tightly to Pilot's wrist.

They got to the place where the wedding was being held in record time and with minimum tears. "Fuck. I am actually in awe at the amount of people at this event," Brian said as he stood Pilot on the ground.

Justin looked around as Junior climbed down out of the back and he stood Race next to her, waiting for him to get his balance before letting go of his hand. "Maybe we could leave and no one would notice," Justin suggested.

Pilot squealed and by the time Brian turned around his shirt was covered in dirt. He spit out the dirt that he'd put in his mouth and smiled up at Brian. "An hour, he lasted longer than I expected him too," Brian smirked as he closed the door.

"Shit," Justin said as he looked at his son, back up at Brian and started walking towards the building.

Molly came running out of the room she was using to get dressed and ran straight into Justin. "Mom won't leave me alone, Justin, and she keeps crying," she told her brother as she pushed her veil back over her shoulder. She was wearing the bottom part of her dress and Riah was standing behind her pulling on the strings of her corset.

"I don't see why you need this fucking thing, you're like almost non-existent as it is," she told her best friend. "I better be getting major best pal points for this."

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Molly hugged him.

"Would you, please. If you could get her out of the room all together that would be… amazing," she said as she grabbed onto his arm and started to pull him through the lobby.

"Brian, I'll…." Brian waved him on as Race and Pilot spotted Ben and took off running as fast as they could. Justin took Junior's hand and went with his sister.

"Isn't she beautiful, Justin?" Jennifer asked as Alice curled Junior's hair and Gloria took the dress from Justin.

"Yeah," Justin said as he made a face at Molly. "Mom, Brian was looking for you. I think he wanted to ask you a couple of questions about the wedding." She perked up and wiped the tears from her face, careful not to mess up her make-up.

"Really?" Justin nodded with a tight smile. "Maybe he is finally changing his mind about that anniversary dinner. You two never even had a reception or anything." She left them alone, happy in the thought that she might get to help plan another wedding.

"Thank you," Molly sighed and gasped as Riah pulled on the strings again. "Fucking shit, Riah." Riah pulled a final time and secured the laces.

"Oh you'll live," she said as Molly took a few breaths.

"Maybe. Damn this is tight." Alice helped Junior slip into her dress and Justin handed them her shoes.

"Look at me daddy, look," she said as she stood in front of Justin and twirled around. Justin smiled as she looked down at her dress.

"You look very good. Just like your dad," he said as he moved the hair off her shoulder. Molly held up her arms as they helped her with the top of her dress. They zipped her up and she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

"Fuck, I'm getting married," she said as Trek entered the room. "Trek, you are not supposed to be in here. It's girls only."

"Justin's in here," he said as Riah turned him around. "Hey watch the suit. I was just coming to tell you that we're ready when you are."

"He's my brother," she said. "We're coming."

The bridesmaids left the room and Molly took a calming breath. "Are you ready?" Justin asked her with a smile. She hooked her arm with his and nodded.

"Oh yeah," she told him. They walked out of the room and towards the main hall where all the guests were. They could hear the music playing as Trey, Charlie, Ricky and the rest of their mutual friends started the walk down the aisle.

Junior and Emily walked next to each other happily tossing rose petals on the ground. The opening cords of The Blower's Daughter started and Molly tightened her grip on Justin's arm.

They walked to the front and Justin waited to be asked who was giving her away before letting go of her arm and handing her over to Hunter. Jennifer was all happy tears as she moved over so that he could sit next to Brian, Blue held securely in her arms.

Brian leaned over as the ceremony started. "You know you owe me for entertaining your mother." Pilot was sleeping soundly, drooling on Brian's shoulder. Race was too busy eating something that Brian had given him to make much noise, although a giggle could be heard from time to time.

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Ever had sex at a wedding?" Brian asked with an evil smirk just as Molly and Hunter started their vows.

********

"What'd you get them?" Daphne asked Brian and Justin as she ate her slice of cake. Race and Pilot were over on the grass with the rest of the kids. Damien was holding the ball and delegating some set of rules that the grownups were not privy to.

"Sheets," Brian said as he drank the last of his wine. Justin was feeding Blue when he felt Brian tug lightly on Justin's shirt.

"No doubt they were very expensive sheets," she said as she ate another piece of cake. She shook her head and licked at the icing on her fork.

"Will you watch the kids for a minute?" Justin asked as he stood up. Daphne looked up and him and nodded her head as she took the baby and her bottle.

"Thanks Daphne," Brian said as he grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him towards the building. Daphne smiled as they disappeared inside. She could only imagine which room they would pick to christen.

********

Jake Madsen walked around Justin's studio while he waited for Justin to uncover his piece. "You really are an amazing artist," he said as he came back to stand next to Justin.

"Thanks," Justin said. He pulled the canvas off of the painting and stepped back as he wadded the cover into a ball and sat it on the floor. "Well, what do you think?" Jake stepped closer to the painting and smiled.

"I think it's perfect," he said as he moved from one end of the painting to the other. Justin heard Blue's cries coming through the monitor and moved towards the door. "And well worth the money."

"I'm glad you think so. If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back," he said as he left the studio. He walked into the main room and over to his daughter's playpen. She paused in her cries when she saw him. "Hey."

She started to cry again and he picked her up, carrying her over to the kitchen and making her a bottle. He tried her pacifier but she spit that out right away. Justin picked it up off the floor and tossed it on the counter.

Jake walked into the room and stood at the edge of the counter. "She's beautiful," he said as he looked at the baby. "Looks just like Brian."

"Yeah, that's what everyone says," Justin said as he poured some milk into the bottle and screwed the top back on. "Was there anything about the painting that you'd like for me to change?"

"No, I think its fine the way it is. I'd like to send someone over to pick it us as soon as possible. If that's alright with you," he said as Justin pressed the nipple of the bottle into his daughter's mouth.

"That's fine. You can send someone as soon as you want." Blue looked over at Jake as he continued to talk.

"What's her name?"

"Blue," Justin said as he repositioned her in his arms.

"How old is she?"

"Three months," Justin told him as she sucked greedily. They talked for a while longer about the kids and the possibility of more commissions. Jake checked his watch and stood up.

"I'd better be going. I'll call you and let you know when my people will be coming to pick up the painting."

"That'd be great," Justin said as he walked Jake to the door. "You and me kid," he said as he looked down at Blue, "what would you like to do?"

********

"I want to go to the park," Junior said as Brian handed her a pair of shoes. She put them on and he helped her lace them up.

"Not today. Today you start kindergarten, so we have to go and wait for the bus," Brian told her.

Junior was very excited as they waited for the bus to come. She had on gray cargo shorts, a black shirt and white and gray converse. The number 8 was handing around her neck, four inches tall and secured with yarn.

"What time is it?" Brian asked for the second time. Justin was sitting on the provided bench with his arms and feet resting on the stroller. Pilot and Race were happily eating granola bars and drinking apple juice.

"It is four minutes later than it was the first time you asked," Justin replied. Junior was squatting and staring at the ants that were crawling all over an abandoned piece of candy. She reached out and picked up one of the ants just as the bus turned the corner.

Brian called her name and wondered briefly what she was putting in her pocket. "You all ready?" He asked. Justin stood up and made sure the brake was set on the stroller before stepping from behind it.

"Yes!" she yelled happily as she took her book bag from Brian. "And you are coming too, right?" She asked. They shook their head 'no'. She looked at both of them and a sad realization spread over her face. She was going to have to go without them.

"It's okay," Justin said as he bent down in front of her. "You're going to have so much fun and one of us will be here when you come home. Okay?"

She nodded slowly. "Okay," she said unconvinced as they both hugged her. Brian pointed her in the direction of the bus and helped her step up. She walked onto the bus and sat down. She waved at them as the bus pulled away. The other parents walked away.

Justin stood watching the bus until it was out of his sight. "Are you going to stand there all day?"

Justin released the brake on the stroller and walked with Brian back to the loft. "Do you remember when our biggest worry was what time we were going to meet everyone at Woody's?"

Brian stopped by his car and unlocked the door. "Yeah, well, things change," Brian said. Justin smirked as Brian stepped closer to him.

"Taking the Corvette today I see." Brian smiled as he wrapped his hand around Justin's neck and pulled him in close, pressing their lips together. Justin felt Brian's tongue enter his mouth and willingly accepted it.

"Later," Brian said as he pulled back.

"Later," Justin said as Brian got into this car and drove off. Pilot looked up at him and held up his granola bar.

"Daddy, here," he said with a smile. Justin frowned as he took the gooey bar from his son and wrapped it in a diaper wipe. Pilot clapped and made a disgusted noise at the stickiness on his hands.

Justin maneuvered the stroller into the building and up to the loft to wait for Emmett to come and pick up the twins. He was going to spend a fun-filled day with them, or so he said. Emmett was one of the few people with enough energy to deal with Pilot and Race all day.

Emmett came and left and Justin went into the studio to pass the time. He couldn't stop his eyes from wandering to the clock every once in a while. He wondered if Junior was having the same problem. Across town, in Kinnetik, Brian definitely was.

They wondered if first days of school ever got easier.

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