The Gus Diaries

Part 41

Celebrations II
 

Our long weekend in New York City was fucking amazing! I wish we could have stayed forever. I’d say the weekend was indescribable but then it wouldn’t make sense if I ever looked back at this diary so here goes.

We did so much and had so much fun, but I guess it would be best to start with the plane ride. I know Dad only sits in first class, but with Jeff and me along, I wondered if that would still hold true.

As we were in the car Dad hired to take us all to the airport I decided to ask, “Dad, I know you and MJ always sit in first class on airplanes.”

“That’s right, Sonny Boy.”

I immediately felt Jeff squeeze my hand. He knew what I was going to ask and he was trying to cut me off so I wouldn’t embarrass Dad…or us.

I was too curious to stop there. “Well, Dad, I was wondering if…” I suddenly became tongue-tied knowing that my question could come out fifteen different ways and fourteen of them could be taken as spoiled and selfish.

“Spit it out, Gus. We’ll be at the airport in ten minutes.” Dad was losing his patience. He doesn’t like when people walk around the truth or their questions.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and blurted out, “I know it’s fucking expensive but are me and Jeff in coach or first class?” I think I actually said that without taking a breath.

MJ started laughing and Dad smirked, “Out of the four of us there is only one person here who could even attempt to fit in those fucking sardine cans the airlines call seats, and since Justin always sits by my side I believe that should answer your question.”

“I just didn’t want to seem too greedy. I know you and MJ are spending a bundle on taking us to New York and I didn’t want you to think I expected everything you two get.”

“Let me tell you something, Gus, I appreciate your desire to appear humble. I know you’re not selfish or greedy. However, if you can’t get treated like royalty by your parents, who have enough money to buy a private plane if we really wanted the bother of one, then who can you ever expect to treat you well?”

“Thank you, Mr. Kinney, Mr. Tay…I mean Justin. I really appreciate you taking me with you on this trip. I’d like to give each of you something to show my gratitude. It isn’t much, but I hope you’ll like it.” Jeff held out an envelope and MJ took it from him.

Both my dads looked at each other and then Dad gestured to MJ to open it. Both of them read the note that was inside and started laughing when they saw the coupons.

“Jeff, my young lad, you have yourself a deal. This is an excellent gift and one we’ll all appreciate.”

“Hey, does someone want to let me in on this fabulous gift.”

MJ started, “Actually it’s really a gift for you on our behalf.”

“Huh?”

“Jeff, who received two consistently high scores in the 98th percentile on his SAT’s has offered 10 free tutoring sessions…supervised in either the kitchen at Grandma Jen’s house or the kitchen at Britin…to insure that tutoring is the only thing taking place, for one Gus Taylor Kinney.” MJ smirked.

“No shit! That’s great.” I smiled at Jeff. I had recently confessed that I was scared shitless about having to take the PSAT’s this coming October.

“Remember, Newbie, this is on the up and up.” Jeff laughed.

“No problem, I can definitely use the help.” I gave Jeff a little hug as the car pulled up to the airport drop-off area and we were on our way.

 

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When we arrived at the hotel in Manhattan’s theater district I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. MJ explained that the décor was called art deco and the hotel was considered one of the best in the city -- and was totally gay-friendly.

Dad had a few specific criteria that were necessary to make him happy. “It has to be deluxe, they have to have oversized suites with two bedrooms, with king-sized beds, and two bathrooms and it can’t be owned by that fucking homophobe, Trump.”

I guess this one fit the bill. In fact, I was surprised to see Dad hold MJ’s hand as they followed the bellman to our room. I wasn’t quite so bold and neither was Jeff.

The suite was everything Dad wanted and more. There was also a sunken living room and a widescreen HDTV. I was so excited and so impressed. I could have been happy just staying in the room all weekend, but Dad would have none of that.

We immediately unpacked, wrinkled clothes are definitely never allowed when my Dad is nearby. After all our clothes and toiletries were put away Dad rushed us out the door.

It was getting close to 7:30 PM. Dad and MJ stopped at a street vendor and got Jeff and me each a huge pretzel, and they shared one as we hurried up the block. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but MJ and Dad seemed to know where they were going so Jeff and I just followed.

Wouldn’t you know it; only my Dad could get tickets to the hottest show on Broadway at the last minute. The show had just won a slew of Tony Awards and we had tenth row center seats. It seems that Dad and MJ made a deal with the Arts & Entertainment editor from the New York Times. He got them house seats in exchange for an exclusive with the elusive Justin Taylor, new darling of modern art.

I guess having fathers with influence can be very advantageous.

After the show Dad hurried us to our late supper at Sardi’s. “Now remember, boys, the food’s mediocre, but the clientele reads like a fucking Who’s Who book. Enjoy the views.”

“Dad, this food is great.”

“Brian, we need to take our son out more. I think he’s spending too much time thinking that the diner serves haute cuisine.”

“I don’t think it’s the food at the diner that keeps him going back.”

Jeff and I both blushed and leaned into each other just a bit.

“Thank you again, for this amazing weekend. That show was incredible! I especially loved those guys in the chorus. They could sing, dance and wore the best tight-fitting pants I’ve ever seen.” I smacked Jeff on the arm for that one.

Dad snorted, “I see your vision and libido are both intact, Jeff. And what about you, Sunshine?”

“No complaints here. I’m not blind either,” he laughed.

“And you, Sonny Boy?”

“The show was great. The guys were hot and did you see the tits on the lead; she looked amazing.” Three sets of eyes stared at me like I’d just broken 20 laws. “Gotcha!”

It was my turn to own the applause for best performance…at least at our little table.

 

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By the time we finished our late supper and returned to the hotel it was about 1:00 AM. Although they’d considered going to the bar for a drink, Dad and MJ decided to go to sleep early so they’d be alert the rest of the weekend.

Jeff and I went into our room. For some reason I felt sort of strange. This was somehow different than our trip to the ski lodge several months ago. I wasn’t sure why, but it just felt different.

I hesitated telling Jeff how I felt. I didn’t want him to get mad or insulted.

“Newbie, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want you to take it wrong or get upset.”

Oh shit! “Sure Jeff, you can ask or tell me anything.”

“Does this feel different?”

“Different how?” I wasn’t sure if he was thinking along the same lines as I was, but I hoped so.

“A lot’s happened since the last time we had the chance to get away together.”

“I know.”

“I guess I just feel…”

“You feel how?”

“Well, at the ski lodge it was more about sex, you know?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“But now, now it’s more.”

“I think I have an idea about what you mean.”

Jeff sat down beside me. We’d both only removed our shirts and tossed them on the armchair in the room. He took my hand and held it gently and then started stroking it. “It’s strange, but there’s something more now. I feel something really strong when I’m close to you and it’s not just about sex. It’s about need, no not need. Fuck, I can’t explain it.”

“When I’m near you now, here, it’s more than sex to me too. There’s maybe some sort of emotion added, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do Gus, more than ever before.” Jeff looked directly into my eyes and started to stroke my cheek then he began brushing his hand through my hair. I felt a tingling sensation run up my spine. Then he leaned in and kissed me, not hard, yet it was so overwhelming that it practically knocked me over.

Jeff gently laid me on the bed and then slowly pulled off my pants and underwear together, and finally, slowly, removed each of my socks. He softly ran his hands up and down my thighs. With each pass chills ran up and down my entire body and I could feel my cock hardening rapidly.

“Don’t get ahead of me, Newbie,” Jeff smiled as he stood up and painfully slowly removed the remainder of his clothing. He climbed on the bed and turned me on my stomach.

I felt my heart stop for a moment, wondering what Jeff was going to do. He began to knead my ass cheeks and then alternately rubbed his hands up and down my back, along the length of my arms and then back down to my ass.

Finally, he settled himself along my legs and I felt the most amazing thing. He licked his way from my balls to my hole. I shuddered involuntary and sensed that he smiled knowing he’d certainly gotten a response from me.

He began to lick more and then I felt his tongue press into my hole. I grabbed the pillow and held on for dear life. That was the most amazing feeling. He spit on his fingers and he began to place one finger deep inside me and then after he’d hit my prostate and I’d moan and whimper for more, he’d pull it out and then replace it with his tongue. The sensations were incredible.

I don’t know how long this went on for, but as I started rutting in earnest against the sheets I felt him pull his tongue and fingers out and away. I groaned at the loss until Jeff gently nudged me on my back. I was breathing heavily and getting lost in all the incomparable feelings and emotions but I did notice that Jeff was clearly as aroused as I was.

He began to hold me tight and then rubbed our cocks together as if he was thrusting in and out of me. When he kissed me, and I tasted myself on Jeff’s lips and tongue, I was shocked at how amazing and hot the entire experience was, and in less than a minute I was yelling into his mouth as I came harder than I ever remember doing so before. I couldn’t believe the intensity of the orgasm, and without ever touching my cock with either of our hands.

Jeff came just one or two thrusts after me, moaning my name, and then collapsed on top of me.

We rested that way and rode out a couple of intense aftershocks. After I regained my breath and some composure, I touched Jeff’s cheek. “Jeff,” was all I could say and he kissed me gently.

“I know. That’s the difference. It’s more…not more sex, more us rather than just Jeff and Gus.”

“Perfect.” I held Jeff tight and discovered I was tearing. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew that they were tears of joy and they wouldn’t stop.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” Worry was written all over Jeff’s face.

“No, it’s perfect, we’re perfect,” was all I could muster.

“I know,” and he held me, kissing my neck and the tears running down my cheeks as we fell asleep together…yes, we were definitely together and definitely us.

 

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The rest of the weekend continued to go up hill from there.

At one point Dad asked, “Excuse me boys, may I have a word with Jeff?”

My curiosity shot through the roof but I kept my mouth shut. The one saving grace, I kept the door to our bedroom slightly ajar. I was too worried to just wait and see what Dad was talking to Jeff about. I kept thinking he was going to put the brakes on our sex life, but instead well…

“Jeff, are you enjoying the time you’re spending with us this weekend?”

“Yes, sir, I am. I’m not sure if I’ve said it enough but thank you so much for everything.” Jeff sounded a bit nervous. I didn’t blame him, so was I.

“You’ve said it plenty, that’s not why I wanted to speak with you privately.”

“Oh.”

“You see, Justin has told me more times than I’d like to count, over the years we’ve been involved that I tend to be a bit, let’s say pushy.”

I almost laughed out loud but contained myself. The funny thing is that Dad really isn’t all that pushy, he just wants to make everything right for everybody. He just sometimes forgets to ask them if it’s okay if he gets involved.

“This afternoon I plan to take all of us on an outing to a favorite haunt of mine.”

“Oh yeah, Gus told me about the Armani store and some funny guy named Aldo.”

“Good, so you know how important I consider appropriate attire.”

“I think so, sir.”

“Can we figure out something for you to call me other than sir or Mr. Kinney? You’re making me feel much older than I am and I have no intention of aging prematurely.”

“Sure, whatever you say...”

“Brian.”

“Uhm, Brian.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I’m still getting used to calling Mr. Taylor, Justin.”

“That’s not why we’re here either. Fuck, I don’t do this sort of shit well.

“The last time I tried to take Gus for a really major shopping expedition, before he started at St. James, I insulted his taste and said things to my husband that I still regret to this day...and I don’t normally have any regrets.”

“I see.”

“Jeff, I know you haven’t purchased anything new since you moved in with Jen and Tucker. As a teen, especially a gay teen, and one who’s about to start interviewing at colleges, I would think you’d want to spruce up your wardrobe.”

Jeff wasn’t saying anything. I wished I could see his face and know if he was getting pissed off, or even worse, hurt.

“If you’ll allow it, I’d like to let you and Gus have a bit of a shopping spree of your own, supervised by Justin and myself. We would get veto power and the privilege to make suggestions, but you would both get final say on some new, quality clothing. What do you say?”

“Wow, that’s awfully generous of you, Mr. Ki...Brian. It also sounds really expensive. I’m not sure it’s appropriate.”

“I have more money than I know what to do with, and so does Justin for that matter. It gives me a great deal of pleasure being able to spend it on those I love and care about.”

“And that includes me.”

“Look, kid, I’m not warm and sensitive like Justin, but I know when someone is becoming a special member of this family and it’s quite clear to me that you qualify.”

“Well, in that case, sir, I mean Brian, that would be fantastic. I don’t know if I can ever pay you back.”

“Just stay true to yourself and remain honest and genuine. Those are important gifts you can share and give to the people you care about.”

There seemed to be a weird pause and I wasn’t sure what was happening.

“The tissues are over there, kid. Blow your nose and then we can head over to Aldo and then maybe a few of those trendy stores in SoHo.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I think so. This is my version of fantasyland fulfilled.”

I heard them moving around and then heard MJ come into the room as Jeff must have gone to get that tissue.

“So Brian...”

“Well you listened to everything, I’m sure. How did I do?”

“You get an A+.”

“Is that all?”

“And this.” I didn’t have to walk out of the room to know they were kissing. That, and probably some other stuff I don’t want to think about, are Dad’s favorite rewards.

I heard our bedroom door being opened so I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“So how much did you hear, Newbie?”

I just looked at him and smiled.

“All of it.”

I nodded. “Are you mad?”

“Fuck no. I just can’t believe how smart I am.”

“What?”

“To pick a boyfriend with a fucking amazing set of dads who are almost as amazing as he is.”

“You’re the best!”

“Right back at you. Hey, let’s get ready. We’re about to become the two best dressed hotties at St. James Academy.”

“Not just St. James, but all of the Pitts.”

“Shit, more fucking pinches at the diner.”

“Poor baby, I’ll rub lotion on your butt.”

“Fuck off.”

I started laughing and Jeff had to shut my mouth...in the best way possible.

 

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By the end of the day we hit every hot clothing store in New York City...or at least it felt that way. Dad and MJ arranged for most of the clothing to be sent to Britin. Jeff’s stuff would be sent to Grandma Jen’s house.

We came back to the hotel to relax before going to Central Park for the New York City fireworks display. MJ said that Central Park was an amazing viewing location and it was fun to hang around with the rest of the enthusiastic throngs of people.

I pulled out the third issue of Rage. I’d been taking my time reading them, word for word, and enjoying every minute.

I realized just what an impact MJ’s bashing had on everyone when I saw the first issue. It must have been a great release for MJ, getting it all out and in the open by drawing Rage. It was cool thinking that Dad could bring him back to life.

I was kind of confused by the second and third issues. They were about JT returning Rage to life after he’d been frozen for a prolonged period of time. Knowing MJ and Michael this wasn’t just all fantasy. I wanted to get some time alone with MJ and I finally got my chance before heading out to the park.

He and I were ready earlier than Dad and Jeff. We still had about 45 minutes before we had to leave.

“MJ, can we go down to the lobby coffee bar?”

“If you want some coffee we can use the coffeemaker in the room.”

“No, that’s not really it.”

“I see. Well, let me just tell your Dad that when he and Jeff are ready they can just join us. How’s that?”

“Great, thank you.”

We each took our cell phones and wallets and went to the coffee bar. MJ let me buy each of us a small iced coffee and we took them to a corner table.

“So Gus, you want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Yes, but I’m not quite sure what or how to ask.”

“I prefer an honest, above board approach, so just ask.”

“Okay,” I took a deep breath. “Can you tell me about what prompted Rage to need JT to defrost him?”

“Oh, you’ve begun reading the issues.”

“Yes, and I’m reading them from the beginning.”

MJ seemed to be composing himself. “I’ll try to explain this as briefly as possible and leave nothing out.”

“Thank you.”

“You see Gus, after I was bashed I was extremely insecure.”

“I can understand that.”

“I knew you would,” he smiled at me and brushed my hair off my forehead.

“Brian took me in because he was the only one I trusted. He really helped me get some of my life back. But I also lost some things.”

“Like...”

“Like the ability to read the millions of ways that your father told me he loved me without saying the words.”

“Can you name a couple?”

“He paid for my college tuition when my fucking father wouldn’t. He changed his entire way of life to include me and he never denied we were a couple once we had formalized our living arrangement.”

“Wow.”

“Wow is right. This was huge for Brian Kinney. But he did it for me...because he loved me.”

“So what happened?”

“Unfortunately I became so insecure that I couldn’t read Brian’s signs of love and affection. I foolishly needed to hear words that were unnecessary between us. The more I pushed him the more he pulled back, because while he felt our relationship, he still couldn’t verbally express his feelings. And then I met someone who flattered me and played to all my weaknesses. You met him the last time we were in New York.”

“That violin player who’s married to a woman?”

“Yep, that’s him. He signed with an agent not long after we got together. His agent started dictating his personal life and I saw little by little that he wasn’t the person I thought he was. While Brian couldn’t say the words but gave everything else, Ethan could only say the words but didn’t match them with his actions. He was a lying hypocrite.”

“Shit!”

“You said it. I completely broke it off with Ethan but I had hurt your father when I left him and I hoped I hadn’t killed any chance of winning him back. But it was soon obvious that with time we had both matured and learned a bit more about compromise.

“We negotiated our new relationship and I realized that while I never really stopped loving your father, he had also never stopped loving me. It took some work but I was able to thaw his temporarily frozen heart.”

“So you’ve been happily ever after, ever since.”

MJ laughed out loud, “Not quite. We’ve been together ever since, but with some significant bumps along the way. The good news is that we never let the bumps totally cut us off. We each took an active role in making the other person know he was loved. Some times took longer than others but we always found our way back to each other.”

“You two are really incredible. I hope Jeff and I can have that.”

“Well Gus, I can’t predict what your future with Jeff holds, but I can certainly hope that you’ll find the kind of love I found with your father.”

“That would be the best.”

“I like to think so.”

“Hey.” Dad stepped behind MJ, bent down and put his arms around him and kissed his neck. “Are you two ready to go? While I know we’re clearly the most important foursome in Manhattan at this moment, I don’t think they’ll hold the July 4th fireworks for us if we get to the viewing area late.”

MJ chuckled softly, “Yes sir.”

“I love it when you show due respect.”

“Dad, MJ, you’re going to make us gag.”

Jeff started laughing and we all left for the fireworks.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

The fireworks were beautiful and the atmosphere and people in Central Park were so amazing that even Dad and MJ were comfortable holding hands and kissing as the fireworks display ended. It’s funny how they seem to act like they just fell in love, when I know they’ve known each other since the day I was born.

It seemed like the celebrating throughout the weekend never ended. We went to the MoMA and Dad insisted on letting the staff know that, “The Justin Taylor is here and would like to share his art work with his family.”

MJ looked like he wanted to crawl under a desk and hide but one of the museum curators immediately came out and we were given VIP treatment.

Jeff was in awe of MJ’s painting. At first he was speechless and then he told MJ just how much he admired his talent and how special the painting is. We already knew that, but it was obvious MJ appreciated Jeff’s heartfelt words.

When a few of the museum visitors realized that “The Justin Taylor” was in the building they came up to him to ask for his autograph.

MJ blushed, but looking at Dad it was obvious that all he saw was how proud he was of MJ and there was something more. I guess that’s the love part. It always comes into play where those two are concerned.

After we got to look around at a couple of the newest museum exhibits, the curator brought us to the VIP’s dining room. He insisted that our lunch was on the house and I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed it.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

When it was time to check-out of our hotel suite it was a real let-down. This entire holiday weekend had been one special moment after another. I hated for it to end but we all knew that playtime can only last so long.

All of us had to get back to work on Monday.

Dad had arranged for the car service to meet us outside the baggage claim area at the airport, and we dropped Jeff off on the way back to Britin.

When we got to Grandma Jen’s it was kind of awkward. Then Dad poked me. “I thought I taught you better manners than that. You should always walk your boyfriend to the door after a date.”

MJ burst out laughing, “Like you’d know anything about dating.”

“Hey, I can read and I’ve seen enough movies with you to know the routine.”

While the two of them were having fun with each other I helped Jeff carry his backpack to the door while he hauled his suitcase. Before he went in we just looked at each other. Then he gently took me in his arms and kissed me.

As he slowly began to pull back he whispered in my ear, “Yeah, it is different…it’s more.”

I looked back at him and smiled. “More, and still not nearly enough.”

Then he kissed me one more time before unlocking the door and going inside.

Yep, this was definitely a weekend to beat all weekends.

 

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By the time we reached Britin we were all wiped out. The driver helped us inside to the front hall with the luggage and then Dad gave him some bills folded up as he shook his hand.

MJ was the first to notice that the housekeeper left the mail on the table in the entryway. He started thumbing through the pile of letters and then dropped them. “Shit!”

“Justin what’s the matter, are you okay?” Dad was at MJ’s side in a split second and held him. MJ was shaking. It was like he’d seen a ghost. “Justin, look at me. What is it? It can’t be your hand!”

Finally MJ shook his head and croaked out a very weak, “Look.”

Dad picked up the offending letter. “Motherfucking piece of shit!”

Although I was scared I had to ask, “Who’s it from?” It was practically a whisper. Dad handed me the letter. There in the upper left hand corner the first line of the return address jumped out at me, Mr. Craig Taylor.
 

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