Part 2
It was almost 4pm, five hours after war
had been declared at McKinzie, Braxton, and Taylor. The battle had been a
fierce one, with many casualties. The water cooler was the first to go down
when Craig Taylor slammed into it, following a right cross to the jaw. Two
computers bit the dust when the battle spilled over into the secretarial
pool. This following an impressive upper cut by Craig that landed Brian on
top of Pat’s desk. Brian used his height and leverage to fling Craig
across a second desk, inadvertently knocking over the second computer when
he leaped over on top of him. The file cabinet went when both men fell upon
it while jockeying for position. Horrified secretaries fled for their lives,
as the battle raged on into the women’s washroom. Langston McKinzie
lost his eyeglasses, and Ernest Braxton broke his Seiko watch while attempting
to break up the fight. It took both partners, and three security guards to
break the combatants apart. It took the Pittsburgh police department, and
handcuffs to keep them apart.
“I’m here to post bail for Brian
Kinney.” Michael told the desk sergeant.
“Are you Justin?” the sergeant
asked.
“Is that Justin?” A female officer
called from a nearby desk.
“No, I’m Michael
Novotny.”
“We want to see Justin.” Another
officer laughed in passing by. The early morning brawl was the joke of the
station. It wasn’t everyday that officers were called downtown to break
up a fist fight between two executives. The story behind the fight made the
incident even more amusing. Everyone was curious to see the boy behind the
battle. They wanted to see Justin.
“Bail has already been posted.
They’re being processed now.” the sergeant
said.
“Mr. Kinney called me to come and
bail him out. Who posted for him?” Michael
asked.
“Mrs. Taylor posted for both of them.
Everyone’s in the waiting room.”
“Everyone?” Michael thought.
Brian had called him at work and given specific instructions not to tell
anyone where he was, especially Justin. Michael opened the door of the waiting
room to find a man’s worst nightmare, four angry women. Craig’s
secretary, Pat had called Jennifer, Jennifer called Debbie, and Debbie called
Mel. They waited impatiently as Pat rehashed her eye witness account of the
brawl in detail, stirring up the already pissed off group even further. Michael
informed them of his presence then quietly took a seat in the corner, grateful
that It was Brian, and not he who would have to face their
wrath.
Brian was the first to come through the
door. “Oh shit” he said. He turned to leave but Debbie caught his
arm.
“You’re not going anywhere. Sit
down!” she ordered.
“What the hell were you thinking?
You’re lucky they’re not going to press charges.” Mel
scolded.
Brian sank down into the nearest chair,
too weak to fight back, he felt as if he had indeed been in a war. Both hands
were swollen and sore, his bottom lip was split, there was an expanding bruise
over his left eye, and he ached all over. Brian leaned back in his chair,
favoring his right side, and rested his head against the wall behind
him.
Craig limped in escorted by a female officer,
who came along at Mel’s request. He was equally battered. Like Brian,
both hands were swollen. His right jaw was markedly swollen as well.
Craig’s left eye was rapidly taking on shades of black and blue, and
his knees, and back were killing him.
Jennifer lit into them both. “Juveniles!
I hope you’re both pleased with yourselves. Men your age acting like
common thugs, you should be ashamed. I don’t know the details, but I’m
sure we can all guess what this is about.
Justin.”
“I won’t have that pervert with
our son!” Craig blurted out.
Brian flung his suit jacket across the
room, wrapping it around Craig’s face. The infuriated father tried to
make a break for Brian, but was stopped by Jennifer and the
officer. Debbie smacked Brian
on the top of his head. “Ouch!” Brian
yelped.
“Stop it.” Debbie ordered.
“We’re all going to my house, and we’re going to straighten
this shit out.”
“The fuck I am. I’m going
home.” Brian groaned. Debbie raised her hand to smack him again, but
Brian cowl away.
Brian crawled into the back of Debbie’s
car. He laid down on the seat, trying to get some relief from the pain in
his side, as Debbie continued to be a pain in his ass. “You should be
ashamed of yourself, carrying on like some fourteen year old in a
schoolyard.” she ranted. “You’re the joke of the police station,
two big-wigs fighting in their business suits. Look at you. You look like
you crawled out of a goddamn gutter.”
Michael glanced at his friend through the
rear view mirror. “Brian, are you ok?”
“Just dandy.” he
groaned.
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m
talking.” Debbie snapped.
“Give him a break ma. Brian knows
what he did was wrong.” Michael said.
“He deserved it, I’d kick his
ass again.” Brian moaned.
“See, he never learns.” Debbie
said. “You’re no better than his
father.”
“Bullshit, I’m nothing like that
asshole.” Brian winced.
Meanwhile, in another car, Craig was taking
a verbal lashing from Jennifer. “What do you think Justin’s going
to say about his father carrying on like a
child?”
“He started it Jen. He came to my
office. He deserved just what he got. I’d kick his ass again. Oh god,
my back.” Craig winced.
“Are you trying to tell me that Brian
drove across town just to pick a fight with you? I don’t believe that
for one second. I know you and your hot temper. You did something.”
Jennifer fussed. “The two of you can’t get along because you’re
so much alike.”
Craig rubbed his throbbing jaw.
“Bullshit, I’m nothing like that asshole.” he said. “We
can’t get along because he’s fucking our
son.”
“Our son is
eighteen!”
“He just turned eighteen! You always
take his side, you always did. I wanted him to play baseball, he wanted to
draw things. You took his side then. I wanted to take him to the games, you
took him to the art institute. Everything I encouraged, you discouraged.
You were always coddling him, and babying him. That’s why he’s
the way that he is. You treated him like a
girl!”
“Do you know how stupid you
sound?”
Craig didn’t answer. They rode the
rest of the way to Debbie’s house in silence.
The peace delegation convened in Debbie’s
kitchen. Brian and Craig reluctantly took seats across from each other. Mel
and Michael sat across from each other between them. Vic, Jennifer, and Debbie
stood by as concerned observers. “Who wants to begin?” Mel asked.
Both men folded their arms across their chests and looked away. “Alright
then, we’ll start with you Brian. Why did you go to Craig’s
office?” Mel asked.
“I was delivering Tupperware. Brian
said sarcastically.
“We’re not going to get to the
root of the problem if you won’t cooperate.” Mel
said.
“He’s the root of the problem.”
Craig growled. “He should stay out of my family’s
business!”
“Justin is my business, and he’s
going to stay my business, so you better get use to
it!”
“The hell if he is. I could still
have you arrested, fucking child molester.”
“Oh, get over it, for Christ’s
sake. I didn’t molest Justin. He wanted to be with
me.”
“He was too young to make that decision!
You took advantage of his innocence!”
“Innocence? He wore my ass
out!”
Michael flashed his friend a dirty look.
Vic and Debbie fought to control their laughter, and Jennifer’s face
turned beet red.
“You see what I’m talking about
Jen, he’s a fucking pervert. I have every right to protect our son from
a monster like that!”
“Who’s going to protect Justin
from you?” Brian asked. “Other than loving you, and being who he
was meant to be, what has he done? You can’t change who he is, and I’m
not going to let you hurt him by trying.”
Brian’s last sentence registered with
Jennifer. “What have you done Craig?” she asked.
Craig didn’t
answer.
“Tell her, oh father-of-the-year.”
Brian said dryly. “Tell her how Justin came to your office to bring
you a birthday gift, and take you to lunch. Then tell her how you humiliated
him by calling him a little bitch, and a
whore.”
A dead silence fell on the room as all
eyes turned toward Craig. “I was angry Jen. I didn’t mean what
I said.”
“What did you mean dad?” Justin
had quietly entered the room unnoticed amidst the verbal
exchange.
“Sweetheart, how long have you been
standing there?” Jennifer asked.
Justin walked over and kissed his mother.
“Long enough.” he said. “I’m waiting to hear your answer
dad.”
“Sunshine, I’m sure your
father....”
“Don’t try to help him Deb. I
want to hear what he has to say. I’m still waiting
dad.”
Justin bypassed Michael and Craig, making
his way around the table to Brian. He crouched down next to his lover, and
slowly traced his fingertips over the bruises on Brian’s face. The sight
nearly brought the teen to tears. Brian kissed him, lightly at first, then
deeper, allowing Justin’s probing tongue to slide into his mouth.
“Thank you.” Justin whispered.
“I want to go home now baby.”
an exhausted Brian said quietly.
Justin took Brian’s hand.
“We’re leaving.” he announced.
“I’ll drive you.” Michael
volunteered.
“Justin...” Craig searched for
the words to say. “Son I....”
Justin looked over his shoulder.
“Don’t call me son.” he said.
They rode to the loft in silence, with
Michael periodically glancing through the rearview mirror to find Justin
sitting with his back to the door, and Brian cradled in his arms. A hot shower
was the first order of business. Justin ran a soapy sponge over his lover’s
body. Brian closed his eyes as the warm water soothed his aching muscles.
“Does it hurt bad?” Justin asked, fingering the bruises on
Brian’s right side.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll
live.” Brian said.
The lovers made their way to the bedroom
where Brian stretched out on the bed, and Justin took his place, snuggling
up against his right side. The teen slowly ran his hand up and down the length
of Brian’s torso. Brian closed his eyes, surrendering the events of
the day to his young lover’s touch. “You know, those bruises are
kind of sexy.” Justin said, moving his hand further down, and purposely
brushing Brian’s sleeping cock.
“You think so?” Brian
smiled.
“I do. It gives you that bad-boy
appeal.” Justin whispered close to Brian’s ear. The teen traced
the outline of his lover’s ear with the tip of his tongue, before slipping
it inside.
Brian shivered and let out a long sigh.
“You’re the only bad-boy here.” he
said.
Justin straddled him, and leaned in for
a kiss. “But you love me when I’m bad.” he purred. Justin
rocked his hips on Brian’s crouch.
“Ummm, I do.” Brian
moaned.
“So I wore you out
huh?”
“Didn’t your parents teach you
not to listen in on adult conversations?”
“They taught me a lot of things. I
rarely listened.” Justin grinded his hips harder onto Brian’s ever
stiffening rod.
“Baby please, I’m all battered
and bruised. I’m a dying man.”
“Oh no.” Justin purred.
“There’s lots of life from where I’m sitting. You just need
a little taste of your medicine.” Justin positioned himself higher,
straddling Brian’s face. He brushed his dick across Brian’s mouth.
“Open up daddy, baby’s got the cure.” he
moaned.
Brian smiled and opened his mouth. He stuck
his tongue out and lapped at the pre-cum already bubbling from the tip of
the teen’s dick. Justin sighed and continued to guide his cock into
Brian’s awaiting mouth. “That’s it, take it all.” he
instructed.
The boy watched as Brian masterfully moved
his mouth up and down the length of his cock, rolling his tongue over the
swollen head, and swiping the sensitive spot just underneath the tip. He
moved his hands up his young lover’s thighs, then around to the mounds
of his tight little ass. Brian parted the supple cheeks, and probed the puckered,
pink opening with his finger. Justin threw his head back, and emitted a loud
moan. “I feel better already.” Brian said,
Brian nuzzled Justin’s balls, then
carefully sucked one jewel into his mouth, opened wider, and took the other
one as well. “Oh God. You’re gonna make me cum” Justin
moaned.
“Do you want to come now baby?”
Brian asked, slipping a second finger into the boy’s withering
ass.
“No.” Justin
whimpered.
“Tell me what you want baby.”
Brian said, now sliding both fingers in and out of Justin’s hole with
ease.
“Oh!” Justin panted “I want
you to fuck me.”
“What do you say?” Brian
teased.
“Please.” Justin
whispered.
“Please
what?”
“Please
daddy.”
“That’s better.” Brian
smiled.
Brian leaned over and kissed the back of
his baby’s neck, as he waited for his signal to
continue.
Brian’s muffled groans added to
Justin’s passion, as the teen’s voice echoed through the loft.
Brian fucked him zealously, throwing the poor boy off balance, and causing
Justin to fall forward onto his elbows. Without missing a thrust Brian reached
around, and grasped his lover’s cock.
“Give it to daddy.” Brian grunted.
Now helplessly speeding toward orgasm, he fought to maintain
control.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Justin cried out, releasing his load, and Brian’s obligation. The lovers
came simultaneously.
Time slipped away as the exhausted pair
laid listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.
“Justin.”
“Hum?”
“I didn’t go to your father’s
office looking for a fight. I just wanted to talk to
him.”
“What were you going to
say?”
Brian took a minute to gather his thoughts.
“I wanted to tell him that my whole life changed one night on Liberty
Avenue, that you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I
wanted you to want me. I wanted to tell him that I was proud to have been
your first, and I’m glad that I’ll always hold that place in your
heart. I wanted to tell him that I’ve never felt so connected to anyone
before, and that I always want you to be near
me.”
“So what did you say?”
“I told him that if he couldn’t
speak to you with a civil tongue, then he should keep his fucking mouth
shut.”
“That
sounds about right.” Justin smiled. “Thank you
daddy.”
“Anytime baby.” Brian
yawned.
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