His Lean and Meaness
PART II
Ted’s
POV continued:
I
was awake at
“Justin,
Justin baby wake up”
“Uhhh”
“Wake
up baby you were having a bad dream”
“Sorry”
“Tell
me,
“Yeah
only this time the bat had branches”
“Sorry
sweetie”
“Sorry
I woke you”
S’ok but remind me never
to piss you off”
“Why?”
“You
have a mean right hook”
“I
hit you?”
“Yeah”
“Oh
Bri I’m”
“Don’t
sweat it, come here let’s go back to
sleep”
“’K”
“Bri?”
“Mmm?”
“Can’t
sleep”
“Want
help?”
“Uh
huh”
“You
got it baby”
I
then heard the rustle of the bedclothes and the sounds of soft kisses then
Justin let out a little moan. The
next sound I heard was the sound that every gay boy loves to hear or feel
for that matter, the sound of someone getting his cock
sucked. It seemed to go on for
hours; Justin continued to moan and repeat Brian’s name over and
over. Then I heard something
remotely sounding like English. I
mean it sounded like words but not; the only way to describe it is
babble. Justin was
babbling. I heard Brian giggle,
GIGGLE! Brian Kinney giggling
a real giggle not his sarcastic one, then some sort
of humming. The next thing I
heard was Justin cumming, quietly but I get the impression that if they
didn’t have a guest he wouldn’t have been so
quiet. Then the rustle of the
bedding…
“Better
baby?”
“Uh
huh”
“Good
now sleep”
“No
Bri let me”
“No
baby that was for you”
“---yawn---thank you Bri”
“Love
you baby”
“Love
you”
Then after a few minutes the sound of soft
snoring.
That
was a bit of a shock. I mean
Brian Kinney servicing his lover and not requiring
reciprocation. Come on if I
hadn’t heard with my own ears I wouldn’t have believed
it.
Amazing.
I guess Emmett has been right all along these two are really in love
with each other.
Truly amazing.
As
I lay here I realize I really need to
piss. I hated having to go because
that means I’d have to pass their bed on the way to the
bathroom. It almost felt like
an intrusion but nature’s call won out, so I quietly crept passed
them.
What
I saw next just about blew me away.
Most of the blankets had been kicked
off. Brian was on his back with
such a peaceful look on his face I never saw him looking so
beautiful. Justin’s head
was nestled on Brian’s chest and his arm about Brian’s waist, one
leg thrown across Brian’s legs.
Brian’s arms were circled around Justin holding him
close. The
two in total possession of each other; again
amazing. I felt myself
blush as I quickly went in to the bathroom and shut the
door.
Then
another thing hit me, Brian had laid out a set of clothes for
me. It was only a sweat suit
but there it was. Everything
was neatly folded for me on the counter, the sweat suit,
a new pair of briefs, socks, t-shirt and even a
new toothbrush. He must have
had a stash of toothbrushes for those unexpected overnight
guests. Can you believe
it? Well I couldn’t insult
the man so I gratefully utilized the shower, the clothes and the
toothbrush. No, you can’t
insult a host like that now could you.
When
I was finished Brian was awake and attempting to extricate himself from
Justin’s arms. He looked
over to me and put a finger to his mouth, he wanted it quiet so that Justin
could continue sleeping. He threw
on his jeans and went in to the bathroom; I went back to the living
room.
As
I was cleaning up my make shift bed Brian came down and offered me coffee
so I followed him to the kitchen.
Again Brian amazed me at his domesticity,
he started to make coffee, who knew he even knew
how. As the delicate aroma of
his own personal blend permeated the loft Justin padded down the
steps…
“Morning
Ted”
“Good
morning Justin”
“Hey”
“Hey Sunshine, feeling
better?”
“Yeah
much but I won’t be dancing without a shirt for a
while”
He
lifted his shirt and we saw the angry bruises left by the tree
branch. Brian put down his mug,
went to Justin, and kissed the bruises.
“Better
baby?”
“Yeah”
“Come
on breakfast”
“Well
I guess I’ll be going”
No,
Teddy please join us for
breakfast”
“Justin
you should rest”
“Hey
I’m not an invalid nothings broken I can
cook”
“Yeah
Theodore we want to thank you for staying with us last
night”
“Well
if you insist”
“We
insist”
“All
right”
Then
I witnessed another facet of the Kinney-Taylor
relationship. As Justin fired
up the stove and got out the pans Brian prepared the fixings for the omelets,
every once in a while he’d glance over at Justin to make sure he had
all the ingredients that Justin wanted.
They never spoke; Justin would indicate with his eyes and Brian blissfully
went on cutting, chopped and dicing.
In
a choreographed dance worthy of Fred and Ginger the men prepared
breakfast. Brian handled the
toast and took out some dishes. I
insisted on helping so I offered to set the
table. I took out the juice,
orange for me and Justin and that guava stuff for his lean and
meanness. Justin plated our breakfast
and we sat at the table. I knew
Justin could cook but this was really good and I felt honored to be
included.
After
breakfast the guys cleaned up and loaded the
dishwasher. Now I felt like the
third wheel.
“Well
I thank you for breakfast but I really have to go, I’ll get this clothes
back to you later”
“No
rush Ted and thanks again for staying”
“Yeah
Teddy thanks for looking out for us”
“You’re
both very welcome, see ya later”
“Later
Ted”
“Bye
Ted”
As
I walked back to my car I had time to process all that I learned about the
man we call the great Brian fuckin’
Kinney. He’s all that and
so much more. I don’t think
I’ll ever take him for granted
again. I believe I have seen
the face of a god, a man, a father, and a lover.
Our
Rage the stud of
TBC
Sabina