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As had been their custom since childhood, Brian called Michael to share with him the latest good news in his life. Justin had made an official move toward him, and Brian was determined not to blow it this time. Michael suggested that in honor of such an historic event, Brian should do something completely out of character to set the tone for his, and Justin's reunion evening. Roses would be nice gesture. Brian reiterated his long time position that flowers were for lesbians. Even so, with a little extra coaxing, he finally agreed to take his best friend's suggestion. Brian looked over at the bunch of roses laying on the passenger seat next to him. Red was the color of love the old street vender assured him. The nervous lover took a final deep cleansing breath, before running his fingers through his hair, and straightened his tie for a final check in his rearview mirror. Perfect. Now with a Listerine pocket strip on his tongue, and a fresh blast of cologne from the extra bottle he kept in his glove compartment Brian was ready to reclaim the only man other than Tony who made him feel cherished. Tony?

Justin hid behind the sheer drapes of his second floor apartment where he had been watching the black jeep parked outside for the past ten minutes. The young man's heart skipped a beat when the door of the jeep finally opened, and out stepped Brian decked out in his Armani best, bearing flowers. Flowers, Brian Kinney with flowers? Until that moment Justin had expected nothing more than a good night of fucking. After all that's what Brian was best at, and that's what Justin needed at the moment. It had been months since he had sex with anyone other than his own hand. If only he had acquired Brian's taste for anonymous sex Justin wouldn't have been in this awkward situation. Unfortunately tricking was never really something that Justin was comfortable with, that was Brian's thing. Justin only went along to please the man that he loved, who just happened to also be the whore of Babylon. Justin moved away from the curtains, nearly knocking over the bedside lamp behind him. Who the hell was this man walking toward his building? Brian Kinney would never bring flowers. That's something that Tony would do. Tony?

The ring of a doorbell never sounded so frightening. Brian's heart was racing with both anticipation, and uncertainty. Would he be able to convince Justin that he was indeed a changed man, and ready to do whatever it took to win his baby back, including standing in a hallway with a bunch of stupid flowers? Brian pressed Justin's doorbell once again, then stood poised with his roses at the ready.

Justin took a deep breath, and adjusted his clothing before opening the door. He was about to say hello when he Brian thrust the roses forward, barely missing Justin's face. "Hi, these are for you. I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked, but the vendor said that everyone likes red roses, so I got you roses, red ones, I hope you like them." Brian blurted out in one breath.

Justin step backwards, and took the flowers. "Hey." he smiled.

"Hey yourself." Brian breathed a silent sigh of relief. Michael had been right. The roses had made Justin smile. So far, so good.

"Come in." Justin moved aside to allow his guest entrance. "Make yourself comfortable while I put the roses in water." he said.

Brian was nonchalantly strolling about the living room, taking in its décor when his eyes happened to drift over to the kitchen area where Justin was bent over in search of a container. Hellooooo, Brian could feel his cock waking up to greet its old friend. Showing restraint sucked! Any other time Brian would already have peeled Justin's pants down over his ass, and plowed into his pink little hole. "So how do you like it?" Justin called from his position underneath the sink.

"It's nice, very nice." Brian was practically drooling. "It kind of reminds me of the loft."

"So I've been told." Justin stood up, and placed the roses in a plastic pitcher he'd found. "Can I get you something to drink? I don't have a lot of liquor, but I've got some wine. It's not the good stuff, just some twist cap that I bought at the drug store.."

"Whatever you have is fine." Brian took a seat on the sofa.

Justin sat the flowers aside, and removed a chilled bottle from his refrigerator. "I read in the papers that you bought Babylon." The young man's hands trembled as he poured two glasses of the cheap rosé.

"Yeah. The club has always been a moneymaker. I figured it would be a good investment." Brian said.

"Not to mention the backroom perks." Justin walked over to hand Brian his drink.

Brian ignored the obvious jab. Instead he purposely overreached his glass, and graze his hand across Justin's. Justin felt a chill suddenly rush through him. "Buying Babylon must have cost you a lot, not to mention all of the repairs." He retreated to the safety of a chair on the other side of the room.

Brian took a sip of his wine, and casually crossed his legs, briefly offering the flustered young man a glimpse of the imprint of his cock. "Yeah, it's costing me a mint, but it'll pay off in the end." He said, never taking his eyes off of Justin.

"How's Michael? I'll bet he's excited about the baby. I saw Mel, and Lindsey out shopping. Mel is huge." Justin changed the subject.

"Other than being a bundle of nerves, Michael is fine. Fatherhood agrees with him, he's absolutely glowing." Brian smiled. "When are you going to show me the rest of your apartment?"

"The apartment?" Justin asked.

"Yes, your apartment. You invited me here to see your apartment, remember?" Brian reminded him.

"Sure." Justin gulped downed the remainder of his wine.

Brian placed his glass on the cocktail table, and followed him to the kitchen area. "This is the kitchen. It's not very big, but then again I don't do a lot of cooking." Justin said.

"Very nice." Brian said politely.

"And over here is the living room."

"I've already seen the living room." Brian reminded him.

"Yeah, so you have…Did you see the picture window? I've got a great view of the university."

"Where's the bedroom?" Brian asked.

"What?"

"The bedroom, where's the bedroom?" Brian repeated.

Justin felt the color drain from his face. "It's over here. It's nothing special, in fact it's really kind of plain." He flipped on the light switch.

Brian squeezed past Justin for a closer look around the bedroom. He stopped briefly to look down from the window where he saw the jeep parked below. "This is a really nice place. Who's paying for this?" he asked.

"I'm using my savings." Justin lied.

"Savings?"

"Who did you think was paying for it, Tony?"

"I didn't mention Tony." Brian pointed out.

"You don't have to, I know what you're thinking!" Justin said.

"What am I thinking?" Brian asked.

"You're thinking that I called Tony the moment I got back from Atlanta. Well I didn't. I didn't want to talk to either one of you. How could you fuck him Brian. Of all the other men in the world, why did it have to be him?" Justin needed to know.

"Because he's the one who stole you from me. I needed to know what Tony had that I didn't have that could take you away from me." Brian confessed.

"He never took me from you Brian. I never stopped loving you. Tony was just a substitute." Justin said to convince himself as much as he was now trying to convince Brian.

Brian grasped Justin by the hands, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I've missed you baby." he said.

"I miss you too Brian." Justin admitted

"Then why can't we put Tony behind us, and start over again, just me, and you?" Brian pulled Justin close, and nuzzled his face to Justin's chest.

"Promise you won't hurt me again." Justin said.

Brian looked up into Justin's blue eyes. "I promise." he vowed. "Cross my heart, and hope to die."

Justin leaned over, and gently kissed the top of Brian's head. "I love you Brian." he whispered.

"I love you too baby."

"Make love to me Brian."

"Anytime baby." Brian said, and immediately put his nimble fingers to work on Justin's belt buckle. In an instant Justin's jeans were pushed down to his knees, revealing the raging hard-on fighting to free itself from Justin's briefs. Brian was about to reach inside when his cell phone began to ring. "Shit! Let it ring." Brian tried to ignore the annoying sound.

"Maybe you'd better answer it. It could be important." Justin panted.

Brian begrudgingly grabbed the phone from his jacket pocket. "WHAT?"

"BRIAN, MEL AND LINDSEY ARE ON THEIR WAY TO THE HOSPITAL. MEL IS HAVING THE BABY!" Michael's frantic voice came over the line.

"Congratulations, I'll see you in the morning." Brian said.

"BRIAN WAIT! YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL!"

"Where's Ben?" Brian asked.

"Ben is at a teacher's conference!"

"What about Debbie?"

"Ma's car won't start. Brian please, I don't want to miss my child's birth." Michael pleaded.

"Alright, I'm on my way to pick you up." Brian turned off his phone. "SHIT!"

"What's the matter?" Justin asked.

"We have to go deliver another baby." Brian said.

Lindsey dashed through another red light, and maneuvered through yet another traffic jam of Friday night revelers headed to Liberty Avenue for a night of partying. "Why did you have to choose a hospital so far away?" She fussed at Melanie.

"I chose the doctor, I didn't choose the hospital." Melanie panted. "Oh, shit!"

"Oooooh, mommy Mel you cursed." Gus called out from the back seat.

"How far apart are your pains Mel?" Lindsey asked.

"HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?" Mel bellowed.

"Oooooh, mommy Mel you cursed again!"

"Shut up Gus!"

"Don't yell at him." Lindsey snapped. "Gus, mommy Mel isn't feeling very well right now. She's having the baby."

"Linz, watch where you're driving before you kill us all!" Melanie warned between contractions. "Oooooh God!"

"Mom can we stop for ice cream?" Gus pointed at the passing ice cream parlor.

"Not now honey, maybe later." Lindsey zoomed past another car.

"Oh shit, this is it, my water just broke!" Melanie announced.

"What?" Lindsey turned to look.

"Mom look out!" Gus shouted.

Lindsey's car came to a crashing halt on the rear bumper of a black limousine. "GUS, OH MY GOD MEL!" The shaken mother instinctually reached for her family.

"I'm ok mom!" Gus assured her.

"OOOH GOD!" Melanie rode out another contraction.

"You crazy fuck, what the hell is wrong with you?" The limousine passenger rushed from his car. "Lindsey?"

Lindsey recognized the familiar face. "Oh Mr. Massey, I'm so sorry. I've got to get Mel to the hospital, we're having a baby!" She began to cry.

"A baby?" Tony looked over on the passenger side.

"Mr. Massey, is everyone alright? I've already called the police." Tony's driver came over to ask.

"No everyone is NOT alright, we're having babies here!" Tony pointed to Melanie. "Call an ambulance."

"A baby?" Tony's driver began to panic. "What's the number to an ambulance sir?"

"911. How the hell do I know? Just start dialing. Somebody, somewhere is bound to answer!" Tony was beginning to hyperventilate.

"OH GOD LINZ, I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!" Mel wailed.

"Shit!" Tony looked at Melanie, then both ways at the volume of traffic. "We don't have time to wait for an ambulance." he concluded. "Come on, everybody in the limo! Let's move!"

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