June Part 1
June Pt. 1
“Did you mean it? I mean about us going away for a couple of weeks?”
Brian looked up from the computer. “Yes, I meant it. I just have to finish this report and clear up a few things.”
Justin came around behind him, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s shoulders and kissing his neck as he looked at the graphics on the screen. “Where are we going?”
He managed a few more keystrokes before answering. “…I spoke to your grandparents last week. They said that they’d let us use their place in Canada.”
“Brian? Really? Oh, God—you’ll love it!”
He turned to face the youngster. “Good. Now leave me the fuck alone so I can get this done.” God, how the fuck was he going to pull this off?
* * *
A week later they were taking the water taxi across the roughly miles to the house. It was located on the Rideau Lake in Ontario, about and hour or so above the New York State line. There was no road to the house; the car was left at the marina. For decades there were no phones, but the grandparents increasing age had forced the precaution of adding a line just last year in case of emergency. The only other communication with the main land was by boat, of which the grandparents owned three. There was the antique CrisCraft, a 26 foot mahogany beauty that Justin was afraid to start, a small outboard for the kids to use and a rowboat for fishing. They had all been prepped for summer.
The house was just that. It was no cabin, no cottage. It sat on about twenty acres, had four bedrooms, a fireplace, two porches, a guesthouse and a boathouse. It was winterized for year round use.
The place was a gem. It was rustic and unpretentious. It had old samplers stitched by long dead relatives and framed photos of deceased family pets and mounted prize fish on the walls. The furniture was the sort that grandchildren would sit on with wet bathing suits and not be scolded.
It’s name (as homes on the lake were all named, not numbered) was ‘Peace a Plenty’.
It was perfect.
Justin had spent most of the summers of his life there. He loved it wholeheartedly and without reservation.
They carried their bags and the groceries they’d brought with them up from where they had been deposited on the dock, unlocked the front door, opened a few windows and unpacked their clothes in a front bedroom upstairs. It was the one with the picture window view of the lake.
Justin managed to get the water heater working and the power had been turned on earlier that week. Dinner was a steak and some salad along with some cold beer.
They were sitting on the old glider on the enclosed front porch, Justin resting against Brian, watching the occasional running lights of a passing boat. The sun had set a couple of hours ago and they were finally relaxed against one another after the long drive up and the last few months. They could hear loons calling.
Pulling Brian’s hand up to his mouth, Justin kissed his knuckles. “You know it’s our anniversary? Six months.”
“Oh, Christ. You’re not going to start that shit, are you?”
Justin turned, kissing him. “It’s not shit.”
Brian was about to make some rejoinder but seemingly changed his mind, pulling Justin down to lie against him again. “This is the first time we’ve been really alone together, I think since we’ve known each other.”
“For more than just a day or two, yeah.”
“It feels good.”
* * *
The next morning Justin stretched, waking slowly. The sun was coming through the windows; he could hear a boat going by. There was a faint smell of coffee. He was alone.
Shit.
He looked over at the clock. It was almost eleven.
He pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee, stopped in the bathroom and found Brian with his laptop set up, modem connected to the new phone line, working on the dining room table.
Kissing the back of his neck, he said, “I didn’t know you’d brought that. I thought you were just going to relax.”
“I just had to check a couple of things. There’s coffee if you want it.”
“Thanks, You want some more?”
Brian nodded, absorbed in whatever was on the screen. Sighing, Justin wandered to the kitchen to get the pot.
“I’ll bring one of the boats around front. There are all these great things I want to show you. Did you know there’s an old Indian graveyard on one of the back islands that almost no one knows about? And there’s an old mica mine—well that’s what we always called it, anyway.”
Brian joined him by the stove where he had started to cook up some eggs. “I just have to finish going over a couple of things. You eat and get dressed and I should be done when you’re ready.”
Two hours later Justin was waiting down on the dock. He had eaten, gotten dressed, cleaned his teeth, finished unpacking, cleaned the kitchen, brought the boat to the front from the boat house, done some quick sketches and was now just waiting.
Shit.
Giving up, he went back up. Brian hadn’t moved. He glanced at the screen. There were notes on some meeting and some rough drafts about some campaign.
“Brian, you about ready?”
“…Yeah, just a minute.”
Twenty minutes later. “Brian? I’m going into town to get some more supplies. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
“…OK.”
Two hours later Justin was back with the groceries. He handed Brian a turkey sandwich on whole wheat, no mayo while he tapped on the keyboard. “Thanks.”
“Brian? You going to be ready to go soon?”
“Yeah, as soon as I finish this.” He didn’t even look up.
Shit.
Justin decided to take a walk down the shore. He’d thought he’d seen a boat go into the dock area of the cottage a half a mile down. Named The Wedding Cake, it was round, white, three stories and looked like its name. The owners were old friends, maybe they were there. Making his way down the path he saw Iver on the dock, doing something with the outboard engine, fixing something.
”Hey! I didn’t know your family was here already. Look at you, a big college student now.” Justin gave Iver a quick hug, a manly hug. Iver was the one who had taught him to fish.
“They’re not. I’m here for a couple of weeks with…”
“I know, your girlfriend.”
“…My husband.”
“Whatever.” Justin didn’t say anything. “I heard you. It doesn’t matter to me, just as long as he’s good enough for you.”
That smile broke out. “He is.”
“So, when did all this happen?”
Iver handed him a large hank of rope to carry to the shed. “Just after Christmas.”
“Newlywed, eh?”
“Yup.”
“Things going alright? The first year takes some getting used to.”
“We’re fine. He just works a lot, that’s all.”
The rope hung on a hook and the old spark plugs tossed in a pail; they walked up to the house.
“So you’re visiting me while he’s working down at your place.”
“Right.”
In the kitchen Iver handed Justin one of the two beers he’d gotten from the old fridge. “So take his computer—he brought it, right?” Justin nodded. “Take his computer and either hide it or toss it in the damn lake.”
Laughing, Justin said, “He’d kill me.”
“And he’ll kill himself, or your marriage if you don’t. I see the look on your face.”
“Iver…”
“Don’t hand me that. You know I’ve been reading you like a book since you were five years old. You love this other boy and I’ll wager he loves you, but you just have to sit him down and have a talk.”
“He won’t listen. His work is …”
“More important than you are or your marriage?” Iver saw the hesitation. “…If that’s the case, you have some thinking to do.”
Two beers later and with the sun starting to set, Justin headed home. Brian was sitting down on the dock; jeans rolled up and bare feet in the water, smoking a joint.
“I thought we were going out, but you disappeared.”
Slightly drunk, Justin didn’t feel conciliatory. “I thought we were going out six hours ago. And why the fuck did you bring the laptop?”
Sighing, Brian lay back on the dock, his feet still in the water. Taking Justin’s hand, he pulled him down to lie next to him. “There’s a lot going on now and if I don’t stay on top of it what I’m hoping to do will fall to shit.”
“…Then why did we come here now and what the fuck is it you’re trying to do?”
Another toke, hand back and forth. “The steel accounts have opened up some other possible big clients. If I can land them and bring some of my old clients with me, I’ll be in a position to break off and start my own agency.”
Justin rolled onto his side, head in hand. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“It’s what I’ve wanted since I was twenty.” That was Justin’s age now. “Of course I’m fucking sure.” He looked a challenge at Justin, daring him to say anything.
“You’re practically working yourself into the ground now. If you try to open your own place, the workload will double.”
“Only for a while, then I’ll be able to back off a little.”
“Brian…bullshit. You’ve never backed off in our fucking life. You spent the entire day on the fucking computer.” He was going to start a harangue but stopped. “We could have postponed this trip or gone somewhere else another time.”
The sky was painted an incredible array of pinks and blues and purples and golds. The islands around the lake and the shoreline had gone black.
“No. We needed to get away now.”
Justin leaned in to place his mouth on Brian’s. At first he met some resistance as if Brian still wanted to talk, but in a few seconds he had allowed Justin to part his lips with his tongue and they were tasting each other’s mouths. The smooth glides, the moist, the warmth, the hardness of teeth, the caress of lips were all familiar. They’d done this a hundred, a thousand times before. There was nothing unexpected here; they knew all there was to know about one another’s body and how each would react to the different touches and emotions. There was something about getting high that always made Brian impossibly horny—the running joke was that it was his version of the munchies as he would go down on his husband.
It was almost dark; they could just make out the swoop of bats and the cries of the loons. Occasionally a fish would jump. In the distance they could hear an outboard motor. The water lapped on the rocks, thirty feet away.
Justin’s hand worked its way under Brian’s shirt, confidently stroking up to the nipples. Knowing exactly what pressure, what movements and timing would be best. Brian’s arms casually came up around his back. They knew where this was going, they knew there was no hurry, and they both knew that this was the thing they both wanted right now.
When Brian’s breathing told him it was time, Justin slid the zipper down, opening the dark pubes to the night air, releasing Brian’s cock, hard and ready. His hand stroking, teasing.
A smile in the dark, another kiss and he moved down, taking it in his mouth, suckling. Sliding up and down, his hand joining in the caress before moving down beneath and between, stroking the skin behind the sack, knowing it always brought Brian to the edge in seconds. Tonight was no exception. In seconds Justin was wiping off the excess from his mouth and moving up to share the taste.
On the shore, neither of them noticed Iver watching.