Family Honeymoon
Brian made it to the loft following the parking garage stand off with his family still intact. Justin unlocked the door, and slid it open, allowing Brian to enter carrying a sleeping Gus draped over his shoulder. He tip toed the two steps to the bedroom, and laid the toddler on his bed. Justin placed the slice of wedding cake in the freezer, then watched as Brian carefully undressed his son, and tucked him under the covers. Brian then removed his own clothes, and slipped into his terry robe. With his auburn haired boy down, Brian dimmed the lights to the over bed neon, and walked back to the living room to attend to his blonde baby.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’ll call a taxi for you if you want to go back.” Brian said softly.
“I don’t want to go back.” Justin said.
Brian didn’t reply. He carefully removed Justin’s clothing with the same pains he had taken to undress Gus. Justin stood nude, and still as his lover conducted his inspection. Brian gently stroked his fingers through Justin’s hair, then traced his hand across the childlike features of his face. Brian’s eyes followed the length of his baby’s chest, down his thighs, then back to Justin’s sleeping cock. He looked at the deep red marks on Justin’s left wrist, a result of the tight grip that Brian had used to drag him through the parking garage. “Does it hurt?” he asked. Justin shook his head no. Brian lifted the bruising part to his lips, and kissed it anyway.
“I’m cold.” Justin said.
Brian opened his robe, and enfolded his baby inside. “God, I missed you.” he sighed.
“I’m sorry Brian. I didn’t.....”
“Not now baby, we’ll talk about it lateres, and snuggled against his lover’s chest. He knew what Brian needed. To everyone else Brian was just the hottest stud in Pittsburgh, but to Justin, Brian was as precious and fragile as Gus. At that moment he needed to feel Justin’s arms around him, and the warmth of his baby’s skin against his body. Brian needed to hear the soothing sound of Justin’s voice, and the familiar beat of his heart. Though they came few, and far between, it was times like these that anonymous tricks would not suffice. Brian needed to feel loved, and no one loved him like Justin.
Justin also knew that once the need for love had been fulfilled, Brian would be ready for sex. The teen waited for his signal. It came in the form of Brian’s cock awakening against his belly. Justin smiled to himself, as the tenderness of Brian’s touch began to morph into something of a more primal nature. Brian moved his hands down Justin’s thighs, around to his butt, and kneaded the soft mounds. The teen tilted his head back for a kiss, allowing Brian to snake his tongue deep inside his mouth. “Mummmm.”
“Quiet Brian, you’ll wake up Gus.”
“Who?”
“Gus.”
Brian took the teen’s hand, and lead him over to the sofa. He could barely wait for his baby to recline before taking Justin’s cock into his mouth. It had been over a month since he dipped his tongue into Justin’s sweet nectar, and felt the heat of his baby’s thighs wrapped tightly around his waist. Justin bit his bottom lip in an effort to muffle his moans. He entwined his fingers in Brian’s hair, and gently pulled as his lover hungrily devoured his cock.
Brian positioned himself on the couch with one knee, and anchored his foot on the floor with the other. He quickly flung Justin’s legs over his shoulders, and drew his prize ass into position. “Wait Brian.”
“What?”
“Condom.” Justin whispered.
“Shit.” Brian swore softly. He looked over toward the bedroom where the condom bowl sat on the nightstand. “Don’t go away.” He whispered to Justin, then leaned over for a quick kiss. Brian tip-toed up the bedroom steps, and eased his way over to the nightstand. He stopped short as Gus lifted his head, and turned over onto his other side. Brian reached inside the bowl. “Empty.” he uttered to himself. He carefully slid open the nightstand drawer and retrieved an unopened box, along with a tube of lube, then quietly padded back to the sofa.
“Hurry.” Justin whispered, as Brian tore open the box of latex, and quickly slipped one on. “Let me get on top.” Justin ordered.
Brian laid on his back as Justin straddled him, and slowly lowered himself onto his lover’s cock. “Mummmm.” Brian moaned.
“Shhhh, not so loud. Tell your baby how you want it.” Justin whispered as he casually glided his well lubed tunnel up and down Brian’s straining cock.
“Surprise me.” Brian smiled.
The teen continued his leisurely pace, adding a half twist on his down stroke. Brian’s toes curled. “Oh baby.” he moaned. Justin smiled and continued. He repeated the movement, this time tightening his grip on the up stroke. Brian’s body jerked. “Oh God.” he groaned, a little louder this time. Justin braced his hands on Brian’s shoulders, and began a steady rhythm using a combination of the two moves. “Oooooh yeeeeah.” Brian melted.
Brian closed his eyes, and opened his mouth. He wanted to cry out, but that would wake up Gus. He could hear Justin’s soft panting, and feel the sweat drip from his baby’s body, as the teen’s thighs continued to build momentum. “Ahhhhhhhh!” Brian lost it. Justin leaned over, and muffled his cries with a kiss.
Brian was finding it hard to remain in the passive position. He bent his knees, and began to thrust his hips to meet his baby’s strokes. “You want to fuck your baby?” Justin whispered.
“Yes.” Brian gasped.
“Tell me.”
“I wanna fuck you.” Brian whispered.
Justin came down hard on Brian’s cock. “I don’t believe you.” he grunted.
“Oh god, I wanna fuck you.” Brian struggled to control the volume of his voice.
“Ask me nice.”
“Baby pleeeeease.”
“That’s better.” Justin smiled. The teen lowered his body onto Brian’s chest, and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck. “Fuck me daddy.” he hissed.
Brian wrapped his arms tightly around the teen’s waist, and took over the rhythm of the fuck. He pumped his hips with a vengeance, ravishing the teen’s tight opening. Brian could feel Justin’s cock sliding against his belly, leaving a slippery trail of pre-cum between their sweat soaked bodies. The teen buried his face in Brian’s neck, and bit him hard. “Oh fuck yeah.” Brian called out.
“Oooooh.” Justin moaned.
“Come on baby.” Brian grunted.
“Oh god.” Justin’s body shivered.
“Cum for daddy.” Brian hissed.
“Ooooh yeah.” Justin cried out, as a series of hot spurts began to leap across Brian’s chest.
“Ooooooh yeah.” Brian smiled. “Drown your daddy.” he grunted.
“Brian.” Justin whispered.
“Mummmm.” Brian’s body began to tremble.
“Brian.”
“Here it comes baby, oh god!” Brian lifted his head, and nipped Justin’s throat as the first wave of orgasm overtook him. He could feel Justin hands pulling his hair. Wait a minute, Justin’s arms were around his neck. Suddenly there was the sound of giggling. Brian opened his eyes and looked up at a now wide eyed, motionless Justin. He tilted his head back a little further, and looked over the arm of the sofa. “Gus.”
Gus recognized the game, Justin had played horsy with him lots of times. The laughing toddler decided to join in. “Gus no!” Justin cried out, but it was too late. Gus quickly climbed onto Baby’s back, and began to make giddy-up motions. Brian burst into laughter. “Brian do something!” Justin called out.
“Get up.” Brian cackled.
“Are you kidding?” The teen’s dick was still at full erection. Brian continued to laugh. “It’s not funny Brian!”
“Ride him sonny-boy!” Brian cheered his son on as Gus continued to bounce up, and down on Justin’s back.
“Don’t tell him that, get him off!” Justin pleaded.
The desperation in Justin’s voice had Brian near hysterics. “Come here sonny-boy.” Brian managed between breaths. He used his long arms to reach up, and slide his little cowboy off of his reluctant horse. “Gus, where’s your diaper?”
Gus looked at his father. “Huh?”
“Go find your diaper for dada.” Brian said.
The toddler padded off toward the bedroom, allowing the lovers time to roll over onto the floor. Brian couldn’t stop laughing as he found his robe, and slipped it on. Justin peeked his head over the back of the sofa. He looked at his clothes laying in a pile in the middle of the loft floor, then at Gus who had lost his way in the dark, and was returning to the couch. “Brian, would you give me something to put on please!”
Dada headed off his little cowboy, and scooped him up into his arms. He gave the giggling toddler a smooch on the belly. “What are you doing up?” Brian cooed.
“Brian!”
“Come on sonny-boy, let’s go get Baby’s robe.” Father and son headed off to the bedroom, where the mystery of Gus’s missing diaper was soon solved. “Shit.” Brian cursed as he accidentally stepped on the soaked disposable laying on the floor near the bed. He picked it up, and balled it into a tight bundle before tossing it into the bathroom trash. Brian then proceeded to his dresser drawer, pulled out a tee and slipped it on Gus, then returned to the living room ,and tossed Justin his robe. Justin secured the ties of his robe, and watched as the two continued on to the refrigerator. Brian pulled out Gus’s bottle, and handed it to the toddler who immediately began to drink. “Thirsty huh? Now let’s go back to bed.” Brian said. Gus continued to drain his bottle while dada diapered him, and again placed him under the covers. Brian looked over his shoulder at Justin. “Are you coming?” he asked.
“Do you think I should?”
“Why not?”
Much to Gus’s delight, Baby decided to join him and dada in bed. The toddler climbed between the two of them, and graciously offered Baby a sip from his bottle. “No thank-you.” Justin smiled. With that Gus stuck his bottle back into his mouth, and laid his head on the pillow.
“How long do you think he was watching us?” Justin asked.
“Who knows? So you like to watch, huh sonny-boy?” Brian smiled, as he gently stroked his son’s hair.
“That’s not funny Brian. Babies remember a lot more than people think they do.” Justin said.
“He’s already going to know I’m gay.” Brian said. “What’s there to remember, that he saw his father making love to the man he loves?”
The words came out so naturally that it caught both men by surprise. “Do you love me Brian?” Justin asked.
Brian looked at Justin, then at Gus who was now drifting back to sleep. “I do.” he said softly. “I love you both. You’re both mine.”
Brian removed the bottle from the dozing child’s mouth, and placed it on the nightstand. He then rolled over onto his back, and beckoned for Justin. The teen quietly crawled over to Brian’s other side, and laid his head on his lover’s shoulder. Dada closed his eyes, and cradled both of his babies respectively. This was certainly a new sensation, one that far surpassed anything Brian had ever felt before. So this was what all the hoopla was about, this is what it felt like to be surrounded by love. Lindsey was right. It’s definitely worth fighting for.
Monday evening found Ben, Michael, and Ted gathered at the Liberty Diner. Debbie placed the meatloaf specials in front of Michael, and Ted. Ben had chosen the baked fish. “Has anyone seen the Kinneys?” she asked.
“Not since he decked one of the most prominent businessmen in Pittsburgh.” Ben said.
“Try one of the most prominent businessmen in the country.” Ted corrected him. “Anthony Massey’s name can be found on every A-list from here to L.A.”
“I don’t think Brian’s mind was on any list at the time.” Ben smiled.
“Brian’s always been a hothead, he’s got to learn how to control his temper.” Michael said.
“I agree.” Ted seconded. “In his line of work, he can’t afford to go around punching men like Anthony Massey.”
“You saw how Mr. Massey had his hands all over Justin, and you know how Brian is about Sunshine.” Debbie said. “I know it was wrong to knock the shit out of him, but I can see Brian’s point. You’d be fighting mad too if you saw someone pawing your boyfriend. Nobody wants to think about their lover being with someone else, let alone watching them getting felt up in front of everybody, on the dance floor.”
Ted looked at Michael, who looked at Ben. Ben continued to eat his fish. No truer words had been spoken. The mental picture of Brian fucking Ben was still an unspoken sore spot for Michael. “If you ask me, Brian’s got a lot of nerve.” Ted said. “Considering all the men he’s fucked, with complete disregard for who it effects, he should be the last one to be jealous.”
“Not really.” Ben interjected. “Men like Brian, who have an almost manic obsession with sex are often quite possessive of those they truly care about. The men they seek out as sex partners are usually nothing more than faceless outlets for their immediate gratification. They disassociate physical, and emotional intimacy.”
“Then how do you explain Justin?” Michael asked.
“Justin has a great ass.” Ted smirked.
“I’m sure Brian’s been with hundreds of men with great asses.” Ben said. “Without really knowing Brian, I would theorize that Justin represents a type of innocence, perhaps an innocence that Brian never had. Brian needs to protect Justin, because in doing so he’s also protecting his own inner child. That he continues to have sex with him is evidence that somehow they’ve managed to create a bond that bridged the physical, and the emotional.”
Debbie rolled her eyes. “You intellectual types, why do you always have to analyze everything? Maybe he just loves the kid.”
“That would be my second theory.” Ben smiled.
By Wednesday Brian had gotten the family thing down to a science. His Monday night attempt at roasted chicken turned out to be a culinary disaster, resulting in Gus’s favorite take-out from McDonalds. Hence, the balance of the week’s menus were appropriately planned around take-outs that also supplied the four food groups. Mornings were frantic. Justin’s first class was at seven thirty, Gus was expected at daycare by eight, and Brian needed to be at work by nine. It took some tricky maneuvering through rush hour traffic, but in true advertising executive fashion, Brian managed to deliver on time.
Evenings were a bit less hurried. Justin took the bus to work straight from school. Gus needed to be picked up by six, but Brian was usually there before five. Dada, and sonny-boy would spend a couple of hours at the park, then top by the selected restaurant to pick up dinner, before swinging by the diner to pick up Baby at seven. After dinner was playtime for father and son. Justin would join in too, if he didn’t have homework. By nine thirty Gus was sufficiently worn out, bathed, and down for the night. It was then that the reunited lovers would retire to the sofa, and the honeymoon would resume again.
Brian slid the loft door open, and greeted his unexpected guest. “Hi Deb.”
“I haven’t talked to you since the wedding. I just wanted to stop by, and see how things are going.” Debbie said as she looked around the room. Brian’s usually immaculate space was scattered with toys.
“Lindsey told you to check on us.” Brian suspected.
“No.” Debbie lied as she continued her scan of the loft. “Where’s Gus?”
Brian looked down at the vacated spot in front of the sofa. “Gus!” The sound of giggling could be heard coming from the bedroom. “There he is.”
Debbie watched as Brian headed to the bedroom, then to the closet. “I see you, come here.” Brian chuckled, as he knelt down to retrieve the laughing toddler. Father and son reappeared in the bedroom doorway. Gus was dressed in one of Brian’s silk tees, with an Armani tie draped around his neck. “Debbie wants to make sure you’re still alive.” Dada told his struggling son.
“Oh, look at you.” Debbie cooed. “You’re all dressed up.” She took Gus into her arms. “Are you having a good time with dada?”
“We’re having a great time.” Brian answered for him. “Have a seat, if you can find one.” he offered.
Debbie moved Gus’s stuffed bear aside, and took a seat on the sofa. Brian took a seat on the nearby matching chair. Gus scrambled out of her lap, and headed to Brian’s desk. “Leave the fish alone Gus!” Brian called out without even looking.
“Where’s Justin?” Debbie asked.
“He’s finishing up a project at school. He’ll call when he’s ready for us to come and pick him up.”
“It’s almost eight, shouldn’t Gus be heading to bed?”
“He likes to hang out with me and Justin until at least nine, sometimes nine thirty. Don’t tell his mommies.” Brian smiled.
“Have you heard from them?”
“They called Saturday night after their plane arrived.”
“When are they coming back?”
“We’re going to pick them up from the airport this Saturday afternoon.”
Gus returned to Debbie, dragging along one of Justin’s sketchbooks. She lifted him onto her lap, and began to look through the pages. There were various drawings of Brian and Gus at play, eating, and sleeping. “Oh my, who is that?” she pointed.
“Dada.” Gus said as Brian looked on with pride.
“Who’s that?”
“Me.” Gus laughed, and patted his hands.
“Where’s Justin?”
Gus searched the drawing for the answer to her question. Justin was not in the picture. The toddler scrambled out of her lap, and headed back to the bedroom.
“These are beautiful Brian. I see Justin’s hand is almost back to normal.”
“He still has trouble sometimes.”
“The three of you make a handsome family.” Debbie said.
“I think so.” Brian beamed.
“I take it you and Sunshine have kissed, and made up.” she suggested.
“We’ve done more than kiss.” Brian smiled.
Debbie took a deep breath, and choose her words carefully. “Brian, I’m sure you know it was Anthony Massey who brought Justin to the hospital on the night of your surgery.” she began. Brian nodded his head yes. “He gave me a message to give you when I thought you were feeling better. Mr. Massey said that was the second, and last time he would bring Justin back to you. The next time Justin came to him, he was going to keep him.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” Brian asked.
“You know what they say about an ounce of prevention. I’m letting you know so you won’t do anything stupid that might send Sunshine running back to him. Justin loves you, but everyone has his breaking point.”
“I don’t sweat Anthony Massey, or anybody else.” Brian said defiantly.
“Don’t bullshit me kiddo. You lost it when you saw Justin in Tony’s arms. He ’s not one of your everyday generic tricks, like the ones at “Babylon”. This guy’s a threat, and you know it.”
“Justin, and I aren’t married. He’s free to be with whomever he wants, and so am I.” Brian said nonchalantly.
Debbie was becoming frustrated by Brian’s cavalier attitude. “Don’t be hardheaded Brian. If you don’t grow up, and stop your prowling ways, you’re going to fuck around and loose the best thing you’ll ever have. Stop trying to pretend that.....”
“You’ve delivered your message, now please spare me the lecture.” Brian interrupted her. Once again his attention turned to the bedroom. “Gus, I hear you in there. What are you doing.” he called to the rambling toddler.
The toddler came running out of the bedroom. He dashed across the living room, and over to Debbie. “Baby.” Gus said as he handed her a small picture.
Debbie smiled, and took the photo. Her eyes widened, and her face blushed red as she looked at the nude snapshot of Justin in the shower.
Gus patted his hands, and laughed. “Baby.” he said again.
The week passed too quickly. Since it was the Kinneys official last night together, Brian decided to allow Gus to stay up late. It was almost eleven o’clock, and the toddler wasn’t showing any signs of fatigue. Brian reclined on the sofa, with Justin resting comfortably between his legs. They watched as Gus sat on the floor, and busied himself with his new favorite toy. The toddler opened the box of condoms, and removed each colorful packet one by one. He offered one to Baby. “No thank you, maybe later.” Justin smiled.
“I could get use to this.” Brian said.
“You couldn’t last a month, you’d be bored out of your mind.” Justin disagreed.
“Maybe not, but I guess I’ll never know, considering I signed over my parental rights to Mel.” Brian looked at his son. “Do you think Gus is going to hate me for that?”
“Gus loves you, parental rights or not.” Justin assured him.
“What about you. Do you still love me?” Brian had to ask.
Justin continued to look at Gus, who was now concentrating on putting the condoms back inside the box. Even though the incident at the wedding had not been brought up all week, Justin knew that the matter of Anthony Massey was far from being closed. Brian had a way of bringing up the most unlikely subjects, at the most unlikely times. It was his way of throwing you off, and getting what he considered to be a more candid, and truthful answer.
“That’s a stupid question Brian.” Justin said.
“Stupid? You come to my bed smelling of his cologne, wearing his gold bracelet, you even fuck me like you’re fucking him. Did you think I wouldn’t notice Justin? Do you still think it’s a stupid question now?”
“I didn’t think you cared Brian.”
“I care Justin.” Brian said. “I need to know baby, why him? What is it that he gives you that I don’t?”
Justin thought for a moment before he answering. “Tony called me his princess, and every moment I was with him he made me believe that I was. Sometimes you don’t treat me like your baby Brian.” Justin said sadly.
“Do you still love me baby?”
Justin tilted his head back, and nuzzled Brian’s throat. “I love you Brian, I’ll always love you.” he whispered.
“What about him?”
“He was just a trick.” Justin lied.