Gentlemen’s Agreement
Part 5
 
 

Brian opened his mouth, and inhaled slowly, as he felt his body welcome his lover inside. Justin placed a soft kiss between Brian’s shoulders, before reaching behind to encourage Tony closer. The youngest member of the Royal Trio inhaled slowly, as he too welcomed his lover inside. The art of the threesome requires rhythm, and synchronization. With everyone spooned in place, Tony made a last check for proper positioning with a thrust of his hips. The force of his movement sent Justin’s cock harpooning deep inside Brian’s ass.
 
“Oh yeah.” Brian moaned.
 
“Did you feel that, precious?” Tony called to him.
 
“Is that all you’ve got?” Brian called back.
 
“You want more?” Tony chuckled.
 
“Let’s rock.” Justin gave the order, and wrapped his arm around Brian’s waist.
 
With Tony in control of the action, he began the smooth, long strokes that propelled Justin’s cock in and out of Brian’s clinching, pink tunnel. The chain fuck was now officially set in motion. Brian could hear the titillating sounds of Tony’s heavy breathing on the far end, and Justin’s quick gasps, sandwiched in between them. Instinctively, he reached for his cock, to stroke himself, inadvertently grazing the bandaged area of his lower abdomen……………………
 
“OH SHIT!” Brian’s eyes flew open. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was, but the pain in his groin reminded him. “NURSE!”
 
“Brian.” Justin lifted his head from the bedrail, where he had fallen asleep.
 
“Justin, what the fuck are you doing here? WHERE’S THE GODDAMN NURSE?” Brian called out again.
 
“She’s coming. Stop yelling.” Tony said calmly from his chair on the other side of the room.
 
“Mr. Kinney, you’re awake.” The nurse entered. “I was here earlier, but you were asleep. I was just on my way back to check on you. I see you have visitors…….”
 
“I DON’T WANT ANY VISITORS, I WANT MY PAIN SHOT!” Brian barked.
 
 The startled nurse looked over at Tony.
 
“Don’t pay him any mind. He’s always a little temperamental when he’s not feeling well.” Tony said.
 
“I’m suing! Do you hear me? I’m suing everybody, from the hospital director, all the way down to the fucking janitors! I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT ANY VISITORS!” Brian bellowed.
 
“Nurse, if you’ll give him his pain shot, we’ll take it from there.” Justin smiled.
 
Brian glared at Tony as the nurse injected the Demerol into his IV port. To say that he was furious would have been an understatement. If only looks could kill. How dare Tony betray him, after giving him his word? So much for his goddamn gentlemen’s agreement. Tony’s big mouth had taken Brian’s last remaining ball, and reduced him to an invalid in front of Justin. Brian waited until the nurse left the room before launching his verbal attack.
 
“Out! I want both of you out of here right now, especially you.” He hissed at Tony. “I’m never going to trust YOU again, in fact, I don’t ever want to see you again!”
 
Gentlemen’s agreement, a code of honor that compels a man’s word to be his bond. It was a code that Tony took very seriously, and it was that same sentiment that Tony was banking on now to pull the Royal Trio through this crisis. Tony had built his fortune on instincts, hunches, and long shots. He knew that for this proverbial roll of the dice to come out in their favor, Justin had to present Brian with an argument against going to Chicago, that would supercede Brian’s insistence that he go. Tony crossed his legs, and held his tongue. It was all up to Justin now.
 
The binding member of the Royal Trio reached over the bedrail, and gently turned Brian’s face toward his. “Stop it, Brian.” Justin uttered.
 
“You’re not staying here. You’re going to Chicago to study art with Sam Auerbach.” Brian insisted.
 
“I’m not going to Chicago.” Justin informed him.
 
“Why not?” Brian asked, as if he didn’t already know.
 
“Because I’ve already committed myself to a prior agreement. I gave my word to love you, to comfort you, and take care of you in sickness, and in health.” Justin said.
 
“I should have known Tony would come up with some sappy, predictable answer. Do you think I don’t know that he told you to say that? Why are you listening to him? He doesn’t give a shit about your dreams. Tony will do everything within his power, and say anything to keep you here, even if it means betraying me.” Again, Brian glared at Tony.
 
“I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do. I can make my own decisions.” Justin tried to sound convincing.
 
“Bullshit!” Brian wasn’t buying it.
 
Tony continued to observe the action from his seat on the other side of the room. As anticipated, the sentimental route wasn’t going over very well with Brian. Indeed, the bravest member of the Royal Trio was growing angrier by the moment. Tony knew that the absolute worst scenario would be to allow Brian to get the upper hand in a verbal scrap. Justin needed to turn the argument around, and he needed to do it quickly, just like Tony had coached him on their drive to the hospital.
 
It was as if Justin had been reading Tony’s mind. “So what are you trying to say, Brian? Are you saying that I’m not a good artist?” The young man suddenly turned the argument around.
 
“What?….No…No, I didn’t say that…I didn’t say that at all.” Brian immediately went on the defense.
 
“Good, because I’ll have you know that I’m already as good an artist as Sam Auerbach, and Professor Dailey knows it! Who does he think he’s fooling? He wants to use my face, and my name in his college brochures. What better way to up the cost of tuition than to advertise that Sam Auerbach selected a PIFA student to come study with him in Chicago? Son-of-a-bitch. If Auerbach wants to work with me, let him bring his ass to Pittsburgh.” Justin said with authority.
 
Brian was obviously taken aback by the change in direction their argument had taken. With the Demerol now starting to kick in, he wasn’t sure if this was really Justin talking, or if those were Tony’s words coming from Justin’s mouth. “So you don’t want to study with Sam Auerbach?” he asked.
 
“Fuck Sam Auerbach.” Justin pulled the sheet up over Brian’s shoulders, and tucked him in. “Now, I want you to try to get some rest. The doctor says we can take you home in the morning. You’ll be starting your radiation treatments the day after tomorrow.”
 
“Justin, I don’t want you here. I’m going to be sick, baby. ” Brian said.
 
“Then I’ll feed you Debbie’s chicken soup.” Justin stroked his fingers through Brian’s matted hair.
 
“I’m down to only one ball.” Brian’s voice was starting to drift.
 
“Well I guess we’ll have to work with the one you have left.” Justin leaned over, and kissed Brian’s forehead. “How fucking lucky am I? In a world that has way too many princesses, and not enough princes to go around, I’ve managed to snag myself two.”
 
“Two.” Brian smiled.
 
On the far side of the room, Tony was breathing a sigh of relief. Thanks to his clever argument, and Justin’s award winning performance, once again, the dice had rolled in his favor. The strongest member of the Royal Trio stood up from his chair, and walked over to the bedside. There he maneuvered his way between the IV tubing, and underneath the covers, until he found Brian’s hand, and replaced the band of diamonds Brian had given him to hold for safekeeping.
 
“Gentlemen’s agreement, huh? Remind me to kill you later.” Brian looked up at Tony.
 
“I’ll remind you.” Tony lifted Brian’s hand to his lips, and kissed his wedding band. “I love you, precious.”
 
“I love you more.” Brian closed his eyes.
 
“How much?” Tony smiled.
 
“More than David.” Brian dozed off.
 
“David?” Justin looked at Tony.
 
 
The Beginning.
 

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