His Lean and Meaness
Author’s note: Lately my Brian has been well, a little sappy, so this spewed forth with just a little touch of ‘Rage’.
Ted’s
POV:
Can
anyone truly know a person any person especially a person like Brian
Kinney?
He
is an enigma among men. Smart,
powerful, the body of a god, oozing confidence with a legendary sexual prowess
that I will never have first hand knowledge of.
This
man is a mass of contradictions.
Tall and lean well muscled but not overly so,
you get the impression that a strong breeze could
knock him over until you get caught in one of his strong
hands.
He’s
a mans man, chic and classic like one of his Armani suits; but watch him
play with his son or hold Justin in the throws of a panic attack; or giving
Lindsey comfort after an argument with
Melanie. He’s sweet, kind
more of a maternal soul rather than paternal but please don’t tell anyone
I said that cause he’d kill
me.
He’s
called the stud of Liberty Ave. and no one comes close to taking away that
title even though it’s been a while since his last trick; or at least
he’s being very, very discreet.
Only
his closest family of friends knows that this notorious top has on more than
one occasion admitted his fondness for riding cock but that cock belongs
to only one man. A very special
man who burst upon him the night his son was born and never
left.
Justin
found Brian’s lost heart and has taken up residence within
it. Brian will never let Justin
go not that Justin would ever go.
Their hold on each other is unshakable.
We’ve
all seen pieces of Brian few have of us have ever witnessed the complete
man. Justin for sure has lived,
seen and loves the complete true Brian
Kinney. Lindsey too, she knows
just about everything there is to know about
him. Debbie well she too I
suspect. She keeps hoping for
the best but seems to expect the worst from him but she does have
hope.
You’d
think Michael would know him after all he is his best friend but sometimes
and I hate to say this, Michael keeps the blinders
on. I know he loves Ben but
there’s this part of him waiting, hoping that Brian would drop Justin
like a used condom and declare his love for
Michael. Michael sees Brian as
Rage the sexual hero saving Gayopolis one fuck at a
time.
Emmett
sees Brian as a queen well more of a king than a queen burning with bright
blue flames. He can keep you
warm with his loyalty and friendship but consume you to ash if you cross
him or one of his friends.
Hunter
sees Brian as pure sex and he’s
right. I’ve seen a lot of
porn and sex but there’s no one like Brian, pure
sex.
To
Gus he’s daddy and not that he’d admit it but Brian has grown to
love and relish in that role.
To
Deb he’s her first lost boy.
The proud asshole we all blame for everything that goes wrong in our
lives but then run to when we need it
fixed. I’m guilty of that
on more than one occasion too; this I will admit
saying.
We’ve
all seen Brian angry, scared, happy, lost, on the prowl, drunk, high, confused,
troubled and very much in love but he wont admit that
either.
We’ve
seen glimpses of his inner strength.
Watch him try to hold it together when Justin got bashed or when his
father died and when he damn near lost everything after the Stockwell
thing.
But
few of us have really seen the physical strength of the
man. We’ve seen him at the
gym but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him lift anything heavier
than a 20lb. dumbbell.
He
hardly eats so I have no idea how he keeps up his stamina for Justin who
by the way has his own legendary sexual
appetite. It may be true what
they say that the stud of
But
I digress.
His
strength.
We
were all over at Debbie’s today.
She needed some yard work done, not that it’s a big yard but
our long hard
Mikey,
Ben and Justin were planning which branches and trees needed to be cut while
Vic, Deb and Emmett handled the food; we had to keep our he-men
fed. Hunter and I were sort of
go-fers.
Brian
had to work for a while then go to the
munchers. By the time he was
to show up at Deb’s we would have been finished and Deb was going to
cook dinner as a reward. Or this
is how we thought the day would go.
And for the most part it did until Mikey insisted on one last branch
that needed to be cut down and in a way he was
right.
The
branch was big with smaller branches many of which had already fallen off
leaving spikes that looked like some great medieval torture
device. The branch had to go
I could see it cracking off the next winter in an ice storm or heavy
snow. It was
dangerous.
They
tried to calculate where to cut so that the branch would fall straight but
something went horribly wrong.
Instead of falling straight it somehow twisted and landed right on
Justin.
Justin
wasn’t hurt thank god, those spikes prevented the branch from actually
touching the ground but it landed with such force that the spikes buried
themselves a few inches into the ground.
If it weren’t for the fact that Justin has rather a compact body
he would have been squashed. As
it is he had trouble breathing the larger part of the trunk had him
pinned.
We
all stood there in shock not knowing what to
do. Vic called 911, Debbie kept
screaming and Ben tried to figure out a way of using a lever to pry the branch
up. As brawny as Ben is he
couldn’t lift the branch even with Michael and Hunter to
help.
Justin
started to hyperventilate so Emmett held his hand to calm
him. I don’t know where
the fire dept. was I never heard a siren.
Anyway that’s when Brian arrived.
Hearing
the commotion he ran directly into the
yard. Brian took one look at
Justin and screamed out his name; Justin could barely respond above a whisper
not being able to fully inflate his
lungs. You could almost see the
waves of guilt and horror wash across the man’s
face, you knew he was thinking of the
bashing. That helpless feeling
he had when he couldn’t help his Justin back
then. This time it was
different.
Brian
pushed Emmett aside and in only what could be phrased as Rage-like strength
Brian lifted the branch and swung it around so that it cleared
Justin.
You
could see that Brian wanted to take Justin into his arms but forced himself
to keep Justin still in case of internal injuries and any movement could
do damage. He lay on the grass
next to Justin until the paramedics came to take him to the
hospital. Justin didn’t
want to go but Brian even threatened to withhold nookie until the doctor
said that Justin was okay. Now
who could argue with that, so Justin
went. We
all went.
After
Justin was x-rayed from head to toe and Brian was satisfied that he was really
okay we all went back to Deb’s.
Brian
insisted that Justin lay down to rest as we finished clearing up the yard
and returned the chainsaws. Deb
started dinner. Brian wouldn’t
leave Justin’s side so we cleaned our selves up and waited for dinner
and tried to relax. None of us
believed what we had witnessed. Oh
we all know the logical explanation, the sudden rush of adrenaline can make
anyone ten times stronger for brief periods, but somehow it added another
facet to the Kinney mystique. His
lean and meanness truly had the strength of Rage; especially when it comes
to saving his JT.
When
Rage and JT, I mean Brian and Justin came down for dinner they were a little
worse for where but nothing that one of Deb’s fantastic meals couldn’t
fix or a little of B&J alone time.
Actually
we were all a little nervous about leaving the two
alone. Even though the doctor
insisted that there were no broken bones Justin was bruised and felt beat
up. Brian had strained his back
and was warned the he too may feel the after affects of lifting something
that heavy. So both men had
prescriptions for pain medicine and muscle
relaxants. I volunteered to stay
at the loft with them just in case both men were in so much pain that neither
could help the other.
Brian
is actually a very gracious host.
He made sure the sheets were clean on the futon, brought me a pillow
and extra blankets. It seems
he likes it cool in the loft when he sleeps, he must get easily
overheated. He handed me the
remote for the TV, offered me anything in his kitchen and gave me a warning
shot about staying away from the booze.
Believe when I say that I will never ever go
there.
He
bid me goodnight.
I
was then inadvertently treated to the Brian Kinney that only Justin gets
to see. Apparently Justin still
gets nightmares and often needs to sleep with a night light so those neon
lights have taken on a whole new purpose.
Barely above a whisper I heard them
talk. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop
but who could help it…
“Justin
baby you
comfortable?”
“Yes
Bri”
“Sure?”
“Uh
huh---sniffle, sniffle”
“Shhh
baby it’s okay”
“Oh
Brian I was so scared”
”I know Jus, I was too”
“You? You seemed so
brave”
“Uh
uh I was scared I was going to loose you, I
couldn’t think straight, all I saw was red like I was right back in
that garage, I thought, I…”
“What
Bri?”
“I
thought I couldn’t help you back then but I had to try
now”
“Brian
you saved me back then and now, you’re my
Rage”
“Hmmm,
you’re my JT”
“---groan---”
“You
hurt, want me to get your pills?”
“No
it’s not that bad, I don’t like the way they make me feel
after”
“I
remember”
“How
are you, how’s your back?”
“Okay
I guess, it only hurts when I
breathe”
“Oh
you, so I guess no nookie for either of us”
“Fuck
no, we’ll find a way but not now tomorrow we need to sleep, come here
baby snuggle up”
“---yawn---ok Bri, love you my hero, my
Rage”
“Love
you too Sunshine, my JT, my angel, sleep
baby”
“Sleeping
Bri”
Like
I said can anyone truly know a person especially a person like Brian
Kinney.
Well I feel very fortunate to know him a little
better.
Goodnight.
TBC
Sabina