Pilgrimage

Pt. 4

"I'm a very wealthy man Brian. I have enough investments, and business interests to keep me in the manner to which I've become accustomed for the rest of my life. I've traveled to every continent, and collected rare treasures from all over the world. None of them compares to your beautiful boy…………………………..

Justin strutted into the room, much like he had sauntered the length of the restaurant where Tony had met him. His tossed golden hair was still damp from his shower, and the white terry robe Tony had given him was cinched tightly at the waist, with just a hint of alabaster skin teasing from the slightly opened collar. Tony untied the teen's robe, allowing it to ease open. The older man's eyes spanned the length of Justin's body, beginning at the boy's feet, and slowly ascending to the teen's angelic face. Anthony Massey cupped Justin's face in his hands, and looked into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen "Beautiful." Tony approved. "Princess, what are you doing with a backroom whore like Kinney? You should be mine." he whispered…………….

Tony leaned over further, allowing his body to graze Brian's shoulder as he took the seat next to him, and placed his arm along the back of Brian's chair. "If we have to move the kids to a safe place we'll take them into the kitchen area." Tony pointed out on the diagram. "That way we only have the two entrances to secure until the police can arrive."

"The police?" Brian's eyes widened.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." Tony said. Tony's eyes danced across Brian's face, quickly taking in the montage of boyish, and manly features. Brian's classic Roman nose appeared to be out of place above his pouty choir boy lips, and somehow that strong jaw line didn't seem to match the fawn-like eyes that were framed with those forever lashes..………………………..

Tony smiled to himself. My, my what a cocky little red rooster this one was. It was easy to see where Justin got his assertiveness from. The older man rose from his seat, and walked over to where Brian stood, still naked in the middle of the room. "Come to daddy." He wrapped his left arm around Brian's waist, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Brian snaked his tongue forward to return the greeting. "You're not my daddy." He uttered, and wrapped his arms around Tony's neck………………………………...................................

"Relax Precious." Tony whispered, and gently kissed the back of Brian's neck, his shoulders, his ear. Tony held him tightly, and stroked his chest, his belly, his cock until Brian felt his body open up to welcomed his lover.

"Oh, fuck me daddy." Brian melted in Tony's arms ……………………………….

"Mr. Massey, can you hear me? Open your eyes Tony. If you can hear me I want you to open your eyes." The recovery room nurse called to him.

Tony took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. It felt as if the weight of the world was laying on top of his chest. The distant sounds of machines beeping became clearer, as did the unfamiliar voices talking around him. Tony recognized the language as medical jargon that he didn't quite understand. There was no doubt that he was still alive, but was he ok? Tony opened his hands and moved his fingers, then clinched his fists back again. His legs felt heavy, but at least he was able to wiggle his toes. If only he could get that weight off of his chest, perhaps he would be able to move around.

"Come on Mr. Massey, open your eyes." The nurse called to him again.

This time Tony opened his eyes, and focused in on the face hovering above him. "Where's my boys?" he whispered.

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Sylvia Perez broke the news of Anthony Massey's illness to Brian as gently as she could. The seasoned reporter was overly apologetic. Under no circumstances would she have ever asked an interviewee about a sick friend on camera without his prior knowledge. Word of Anthony Massey's sudden heart attack was all over the evening news, however everyone in Brian's camp had been too preoccupied with last minute details for Babylon's reopening to notice. Brian quickly thanked Ms. Perez for her professionalism, and consideration, then hurried off to rally his troops.

"CYNTHIA!" Brian located his inebriated assistant.

"Hey boss, great party!" Cynthia held up her half empty glass,

Brian removed what was left of the champagne from Cynthia's hand. "You have to sober up, I need you." he said.

"Why, what's wrong?" Cynthia slurred.

"I want you to go online, and find me a flight to Chicago tonight." Brian grabbed Cynthia by the shoulders, and spun her around in the direction of Babylon's office.

"Tonight? What's in Chicago tonight?" Cynthia reached for another glass of champagne from a passing server.

"Tony is in Chicago tonight, and he's sick." Brian gave the only briefest explanation, as he continued to guide the stumbling woman through the crowd. Once inside the office he plopped her down in front of the computer, then took off to find Ted.

"Theodore, I have to leave!" Brian interrupted Ted's conversation.

"Brian, this is Ang Lee, the movie producer." Ted introduced his boss.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah what's happening Lee." Brian quickly dispensed with the formality, and turned back to Ted. "I've got an emergency, I have to go."

"Would you please excuse us Mr. Lee?" Ted graciously backed away from the director. "What the hell is wrong with you Brian?"

"Tony's sick, I have to go to Chicago. You have to take care of things till I get back."

"What…what do you mean sick? What…what….what do you want me to do? What about your guests? What am I suppose to tell congressman Stroger? How…how…how long will you be gone?" Ted immediately began to panic.

"I don't know Theodore, and I don't have time to map out a diagram for you. Just keep the music going, and keep giving them champagne!" Brian barked, and hurried back off to the office where Cynthia had somehow managed to find her bearings.

"Pittsburgh to Chicago, there's a redeye leaving at 1:45." she said.

"Book me a seat." Brian said.

Cynthia looked at her watch. "Brian, it's almost midnight now. I don't think you can make it to the airport in time." she doubted.

"You just book the seat, and I'll make it." Brian assured her.

Now with Ted officially in charge of the party, and with his airline seat reserved, Brian's next obstacle was to make it to Pittsburgh International Airport in a little less than an hour. There was no way that Brian could drive himself. By the time he parked the jeep, and picked up his ticket the plane would have taken off for sure. Telephoning for a taxi was not an option either. Too much time would be lost waiting for the driver to arrive. Brian returned to the party, and began to scan the room of revelers. It wasn't going to be easy to find a sober brain among this bunch.

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"CAN'T YOU TYPE ANY FASTER THAN THAT?" Justin yelled at Daphne from the bedroom.

"You're welcomed to come over here, and do this yourself." Daphne growled.

"I can't, I have to find my wallet! Where's my fucking wallet?" Justin rummaged through the clutter.

"There's a flight leaving at 1:45.You can make it if you hurry." Daphne called to him. "I need your debit card!"

"I can't find it." Justin threw up his arms in frustration. "What have I done? Every time I've needed him, Tony has always been there for me, and now this one time that he needs me….I CAN"T FIND MY WALLET!"

"Justin, now is not the time to fall apart." Daphne warned him..

"Then when is the right time?" Justin began to cry. "The last time I saw him, I told him that I hated him, and that I never wanted to see him again."

"You were angry, and you had every right to be." Daphne tried to make things better.

"But I didn't mean it Daph, and now Tony's going to die before I can tell him that I'm sorry!"

"Tony is NOT going to die, stop saying that!" Daphne ordered him.

"THEN HELP ME FIND MY GODDAMN WALLET!" Justin wailed.

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Luckily the Saturday night highway traffic headed toward the airport was much lighter than its normal weekday fare. Ben maneuvered through the cars with ease. "Can't you go just a little bit faster?" Brian looked at his watch.

"I'm already going five miles over the speed limit now." Ben said.

"Why not just go for broke tonight professor, and punch this baby up to ten miles over the speed limit." Brian said sarcastically.

"Safety first Brian. Do you know that driving beyond the speed limit, even as little as five miles per hour increases your chance of having an accident by ten percent." Ben said.

"Ben, I really don't give a shit. I just want to get to Chicago before Tony dies." Brian said.

"Actually the probability of Tony's survival rate is better than you might think…" The professor continued his ramblings. However Ben's lecture on the wonders of modern medicine was falling on deaf ears, as Brian's mind now shifted through the maze of mind blowing lust, deceptions, and self-discovery that had lead up to this mad dash to the airport, listening to Michael's boring boyfriend, on highway number nine, at twelve thirty in the morning.

There was no doubt that Brian loved Justin. The young man had walked into his life, and changed Brian's whole perception of his own existence. Before Justin, Brian had aspired to Kevin's philosophy that boys didn't fall in love with boys. Girls were for loving, and every man was just another trick. It was Justin who broke thru that emotionless wall that Kevin had started, and time had reinforced. How ironic it was that it took an inexperienced boy to truly make love to the whore of Babylon for the first time. With Justin, Brian had never felt so cherished. It was a feeling that he quickly became use to, and refused to give up. Surely this kind of love was as good as it gets. Or was it?

Tony was very different than Justin. In many ways the older man reminded Brian of himself. It took a lot to match the whore of Babylon when it came to sexual prowess, and Anthony Massey had exceeded Brian's every wet dream. Tony had that "thrill factor" that could make a man stray from his commitment, and break up his happy home. What was Brian thinking when he told himself that he could give up that kind of sex? For sure things would have been better if Tony, and Brian could have stuck to their original plan. Neither one of them were unfamiliar with the concept of "one night only", and discretion above all else. Justin was never suppose to find out, but then again Tony, and Brian wasn't suppose to fall in love either. Brian knew he was in trouble when afterwards he laid in Tony's arms. With Tony, Brian had never felt so precious. To be both cherished, AND precious was a feeling that Brian wanted to get use to.

"Within 1-2 days the patient is already up, and walking. Without complications Tony can expect to be home within 5-7 days. In most cases the patient is able to return to work in 4-6 weeks, and resume his pre-existing life within six months to a year…." Ben continued to rattle on as he pulled into the passenger drop-off lane at Pittsburgh International Airport. "See, I got you here on time. Have a safe trip Brian, and try not to worry."

There are some things that you don't see everyday. A gorgeous man dressed in a tuxedo, running through an airport at one o'clock in the morning is one of them. Brian's unusual appearance, and behavior enticed a trail of security guards to come chasing after him. "SIR, STOP PLEASE!" They surrounded him on all sides. "Can we see some ID please?"

"I have to catch the plane to Chicago." Brian panted as he his wallet from his breast pocket. "Please, I still have to pick up my ticket." He handed the guard his driver's license.

The guard look at the license, then back at Brian. "You're suppose to give yourself at least two hours before your flight." he said.

"I know that, but this is an emergency!" Brian said.

"Where is your luggage sir?" A second guard asked.

"I don't have any luggage."

"Not even a carry-on?"

"No, not even a carry-on, now will you please let me go get my ticket? My plane leaves in twenty minutes." Brian pleaded with the unsympathetic guards.

"What's happening in Chicago?" A third guard asked.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but this is Brian Kinney. He's the founder of Kinnetics advertising agency, and the new owner of Babylon, Pittsburgh's premiere gay night club."

"And who are you?" The guard turned to his uninvited witness.

"My name is Justin Taylor, Mr. Kinney is my boyfriend. We're on our way to see our other lover who has taken ill in Chicago. You may have heard of him. His name is Anthony Massey. Don't worry daddy, I've already picked up our tickets." Justin finally said to Brian in his most fem voice.

Brian watched the faces of the four guards flush to a crimson red. What was it about fags that always unnerved breeder boys? To hell with airport security. As far as the guards were concerned Brian, and Justin could have been suicide bombers, with weapons of mass destruction strapped to their backs for all they cared. Right then the ONLY thing that mattered was getting these two faggots out of their sight. Especially the little blonde one.

"Go ahead." The guard gave Brian's license back to him, then stepped aside as the homos breezed through the metal detectors, and hurried on to the plane.

"How did you know I would be on this plane?" Brian asked during take-off.

"I didn't know." Justin said. "I didn't know until I saw you running through the airport. I was already in line picking up my ticket, so I just asked the agent to give me an extra one for you."

"Did you have to get tickets in coach? Ouch! We're definitely flying back in first class." Brian attempted to stretch his legs.

"When are we coming back Brian?" Justin asked.

"I don't know. I guess when Tony gets better." Brian said.

"What if he doesn't get better?" Justin toyed with the worst possible scenario. "If he had a heart attack that means that his heart completely stopped. I read that the brain can only be without oxygen for a few minutes. We don't know how long Tony was out before someone found him. What if there's permanent brain damage? What if Tony isn't even Tony anymore?"

Brian reached over into Justin's lap, and intertwined his fingers with his troubled young man's. "We've just found each other. Tony's not going to leave us now." Brian said to convince himself, as much as he tried to reassure Justin.

The sun was just beginning to rise over the still sleeping city when Brian, and Justin stepped through the doors of Chicago's Loyola Medical Center. They were directed to the main building, and the intensive care units located on the hospital's second floor. "We're here to see Anthony Massey." Brian informed the nurse sitting behind the nurses station.

The exhausted woman looked up from her computer screen. "Are you family?" she asked.

"Yes." Justin said.

"Mr. Massey is in cubicle two, but someone is already in there." she said. "He can only have two visitors at a time. One of you will have to wait in the visitor's lounge."

"Justin?" A voice barely above a whisper suddenly called to him.

"Mary." Justin turned around to find Tony's housekeeper standing behind him.

"I thought that was you. I'm so glad you came." She hugged him.

"Mary, do you remember Brian?" Justin asked.

"Yes, I remember Brian." Mary said dryly.

"How is he?" Justin asked.

"I don't know, as well as can be expected I guess." Mary sighed. "He's sleeping right now. I was just on my way downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Then I'm coming right back. Did you want to go sit with him for awhile?"

"Sure. Come on Brian." Justin turned to leave.

"Justin, why don't you go on ahead? I need to speak with Brian for a moment." Mary smiled.

The older woman waited until Justin was well out of hearing range before she turned to Brian. "When Tony arrived home from Atlanta he wasn't the same man. There was a sadness that I've never seen in him, and I've known this man for over twenty years." Mary began. "The first thing he wanted to do was to have everything that reminded him of Justin removed from his house. He even went as far as hiring a designer to come, and redecorate Justin's room. After that Tony took off, and began working a schedule like I've never seen him work before. I begged him to take a break, to come home, and get some rest before he killed himself, but he wouldn't listen to me. He never said anything, but I knew that his heart was still broken. When Tony finally came home, I could tell that he was sick the moment that he walked through the door. Within 48hrs I found him laying unconscious upstairs in Justin's room. Now I don't know what happened in Atlanta Brian, but somehow I have a feeling that YOU were involved. Thank you for bringing Justin to see Tony, but I'm warning you. If you've come here to gloat, and start shit because you know Tony is down, I give you my word that I'll put your flat ass in the cubicle next to his. Have I made myself clear Mr. Kinney?"

"Yes, very clear." Brian said.

Justin's heart sank as he stood in the doorway of cubicle two. Who was this pale, fragile, shell of a man laying among the assortment of IV tubing, tangled wires, and bleeping monitors? "Oh my god." Justin uttered softly, and walked over to the bed. The over whelmed princess bent down, and gave his fallen knight a kiss.

"Hi princess." Tony opened his eyes.

"You're awake, you can hear me!" Justin erupted into tears.

"Sure I can hear you. Please don't cry princess, I'm alright." Tony managed a weak smile. "Where's my other one?"

"I'm right here." Brian stepped through the door, and over to Tony's bedside. "You crazy son-of-a-bitch. What are you trying to do? You think you can get rid of us so easily? We still have a lifetime to do." Brian knelt down, and laid his face in Tony's hand. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have waited, and trusted you. I should have…..

Tony gently stroked his fingers through Brian's hair, then down along the side of his face. "Shhh, not now Precious." Tony whispered. "Daddy's tired."

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To be continued in Fantasy Season 7

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