Justin’s Little Secret
aka
The
Not So Warm and Fuzzy
Brian
and Justin’s relationship is working each man comfortable in his
role. Brian the ever successful
ad exec securing their future.
Justin finished at PIFA with honors, his drawings and painting in
demand. They’re still at
the loft not willing to give it up yet.
And they still love to play, Woody’s and Babylon most weekends,
no, they haven’t outgrown that part of their
life. As for sex, it just gets
better with time.
The
pair share everything, they’ve learned that secrets could tear them
apart and they never want to be apart.
They have learned the importance of talking out their feelings, wants
and desires, good or bad. They
keep no secrets well except for one.
Justin has a secret.
It
started out oh so innocently.
Everyday as he walked home from his studio Justin would pass the local
pet shop. He loved animals all
animals and ached to own a cat or a dog.
He also knew that it was out of the question, Brian would never permit
it. Brian was not really that
cruel but the loft was too small for something that needs running
room. But Justin also knew that Brian had no warm and fuzzy
feelings towards the warm and furry.
Justin’s only consolation was that Brian promised when they bought
a house Justin could have a pet.
Justin knew a house was not too far off in their future if only for
Gus’ sake. Justin was able to satisfy his yearnings by his visits
to the pet shop.
The
shop owner loved when Justin came by.
Justin would play with a cat, bunny or puppy, looking so adorable
with that smile nuzzling something
furry. Justin was the owner’s
best advertisement. She always managed to sell the very animal Justin played
with.
This
went on for sometime.
This
particular afternoon’s visit started out no
differently. Justin went in
and found himself surrounded by a litter of six
puppies. It was
heaven. When it was time to
leave he said his goodbyes and headed for the
door. Something in a small glass
tank distracted him and he stopped.
The creature fascinated him, sitting in the midst of cool green
plants. To Justin’s artistic
soul the creature exuded a certain
grace. He spoke with the owner who gave him a crash course on
the care and feeding of this delicate
animal. At the end of her speech
she presented Justin with the tank and its
contents. Justin was floored;
he couldn’t accept such a gift.
The owner insisted after all she made loads of sales when Justin visited,
it was the least she could do.
Besides she commented the tank was so small it could be easily
concealed. Justin went home
with his new pet.
Weeks,
months went by, Justin satisfied with his little companion and Brian never
the wiser. Justin kept his pet
in his special trunk that contained all his artists
supplies. Brian never went into
that trunk he had no reason to.
When Brian worked late and he still worked late several times a week
Justin would let his little pet out to roam the
loft. Somehow the two even developed
a bond. Justin could lie on
the sofa watching TV or listening to music and the creature would sit on
his chest unmoving for hours.
Justin’s secret was well kept until…
One
Friday night Brain called Justin to let him know about a sudden business
dinner but he intended to meet the guys later on that night at
Babylon. Brian wanted to know
if Justin would meet him there.
Justin was up for it plus it would allow him several hours alone with
his pet. Brian told Justin he would call later if the plans
changed.
Justin
got comfortable with his pet on the sofa intending to rest before his night
out with his lover and the guys.
Unfortunately he fell asleep, his loving pet sitting in the middle
of the creamy white chest glued to the
spot. As Brian left for Babylon
he called the loft, no answer, he figured Justin left
already. He was going to call
Justin’s cell but knew if he was at the club he probably wouldn’t
hear it. So Brian just headed
for the club.
The
guys were there. Brian scanned
the dance looking for his beautiful
blond. Ted and Em were the first
to let Brian know that his lover was nowhere to be
found. Brian a bit concerned
told the guys that to call him if Justin showed up, he was going back to
the loft. Brian raced back
home.
The
squeak of the heavy loft door aroused Justin out of his
nap…
“Justin?”
“Brian
what are you doing here?”
“I
live here.”
“I
mean, why are you home; why aren’t you at Babylon, I must have fallen
asleep.”
“Obviously---OH
SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, WHAT’S ON YOUR CHEST,
JUSTIN??!!”
“Huh…oh
shit…Brian, um it’s ok, calm down.”
“CALM
DOWN? DON’T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN; WHAT IF THAT THING BITES YOU,
WHAT IF ATTACKS?”
“Attacks? Bri what are you talking about and
stop shouting, she hates loud noises.”
“SHE
HATES WHAT? SHE---FUCK---ARE
YOU INSANE? HOW LONG HAS THAT
THING BEEN HERE?”
“Ah,
a few months.”
“MONTHS?”
“shhh”
“DON’T
YOU SHUSH ME, OH MY GOD, JUSTIN IT’S MOVING!”
“Well
yeah you’re frightening her.”
“I’M
FRIGHTENING HER?
MONTHS? THAT THING HAS
BEEN WALKING AROUND HERE FOR MONTHS!
I’M CALLING AN EXTERMINATOR NOW.”
“Oh
no you don’t, please try to listen; first off her name is
Henrietta.”
“SHE
HAS A NAME, YOU’VE LOST IT KID.’
“Stop
it, stop shouting and let me finish; she doesn’t bite, she’s very
gentle; I don’t let her loose when I’m not home; she lives very
nicely in her own little tank with her own special food; now would you like
to touch her?”
“TOUCH
THAT-NO JUSTIN, I’M NOT GOING TO TOUCH HER; JUSTIN WHAT ABOUT ALL YOUR
ALLERGIES, SHE’S GOING TO KILL YOU!”
“No
Brian she happens to be non-venomous.”
“Oh
well in that case---PUT IT AWAY NOW!”
“Sigh,
ok sweetheart, time to go to bed.”
“Justin
you’re nuts.”
“No
I’m not, look you have your work, the clubs, the
guys. I needed a little something
besides it’s not furry just fuzzy.
She’s quiet and kinda loving, please Brian, try to understand
and try to get used to her.”
“Never.”
“Please
Bri.”
“Don’t
pout, look just put her away for now so I can
think.”
“Done
Brian.”
“Thank
you; look, can you at least keep her out of my site while I try to get a
handle on sharing my lover and loft with a bug.”
“She’s not a bug, she’s a tarantula, Henrietta.”
“Yeah,
yeah Henrietta…shit.”
“Thank
you Brian.”
“You’re
welcome I think; you still up for Babylon?”
“Sure just as soon as I change and as soon as you get down off the kitchen counter.”
”Huh? Oh…groan.”
No
more secrets.