This is for Miss Sue, thanks, sweetie—you seem to have cracked the logjam. Hugs, B
“May I come in?”
“Mom…Yes, sure. Of course.”
Jennifer walked through the door, slipping her coat off of her shoulders. Justin saw the dress she was wearing—it was the cream colored one with the halter neck and no back that his father had always liked. Obviously she hadn’t been cleaning the oven but she looked like that might have been more fun than whatever it was she had been up to. “Ummm, Mom? Is something wrong?”
“Oh, just, you know. I thought that I could use a cup of tea and a nice talk. We don’t get a chance to sit down any more and I miss you.” She was moving into the room crossing and sitting on the couch. The general air about her was sort of a combination of wanting to hang out and wanting to talk—you know, really dish. Of course, her smile did seem a bit forced.
“You’d like some tea?”
She looked up at him. “Do you have any wine?” He nodded; going to the kitchen for a bottle of wine zinfandel he’d bought a few days ago and a couple of glasses. Pulling the cork, Justin rejoined her on the white couch.
“Where’s Brian?”
“He had to go to
She just nodded, downing the first glass and pouring herself a second.
“…Mom? Is something going on? Something bothering you?”
“I went on a date tonight.” She didn’t seem happy about it.
“Didn’t it go well?” Duh, y’think? “Anyone I know?”
“Your father.” Another sip, a large one. “He called a couple of days ago and invited me to Roma’s.” That was always one of their favorites. “It started out pretty well. He was pleasant and funny and asked about you and your sister. He was like he used to be.” She gave him a small smile. “He was nice.”
“What happened?” Justin asked, curious.
“He started out so nice, I should have known he wanted something.” She looked like she was having trouble knowing whether she should be angry or sad. “When we got to dessert he started going on about what he really wanted to talk about.” She drained the second glass, refilling it. She never drank, not really. She certainly never got drunk. This was not a good sign.
“What did he want?”
She started to say something but stopped. “Oh, you know…” It was a bit too vague for Justin to guess what she meant.
“Mom?”
“Did you know that he broke up with his new girlfriend a month or two ago?”
Justin hadn’t known the shit had a girlfriend, let alone that they’d broken up. “No, I didn’t know.”
“I think he was lonely.” She sipped the wine again. “He said he missed me.” She looked wistful when she said that, but covered it with a small laugh.
Good God. “Are you thinking about getting back together?”
She shrugged, a very un-Jennifer like gesture. They sat together, each thinking their thoughts for a few minutes before Jen spoke from nowhere. “I haven’t slept with a man since your father left almost two years ago.”
That wasn’t what he wanted to hear and sure as Hell not the conversation he wanted to have with his mother. Talk about TMI. Brian would be better at this than he was. He didn’t mind talking about stuff like this, even with Justin’s mother. He’d even discuss his sex life with Debbie, for the love of God—and she’s give as good as she got. Somehow he couldn’t picture having that conversation with his mother.
“You and Brian have a good sex life, don’t you?” She could have been asking him if he wanted ketchup on his hamburger.
“Well, yeah…no real complaints.” He poured himself another glass. He might need it.
“Every night?”
“Ummm…pretty much.” God, this was his mother. He could feel himself blushing.
“Brian seems to have a pretty healthy libido, I’d imagine mornings, too?”
“Mom.” Jesus, he hoped he didn’t sound like Michael.
She regarded him calmly. “Oh get over it, I used to change your diapers.” Another sip. “Your father and I used to be like that when we were newlyweds.”
“You don’t like Brian, do you?”
She put her feet up on the couch, shoes left on the floor of course, this was Jennifer. “He’s alright. He’s too old for you and you’ll probably break up eventually, but I guess that if you have to learn about things, you should learn from someone who knows what he’s doing.” Another sip, another refill. “I’d think he’s a good lover, isn’t he?”
Justin blushed again. “He’s good, yeah.”
“That’s what I heard.”
He registered what she’d just said. “Who the fuck told you that?”
“Oh…” She gestured vaguely again. “You know, Debbie, Lindsay. You know.” She seemed to be thinking about something. “You said that you’re good at giving head—did you learn that from him?”
“Mom! God.”
She was off in her own thoughts, dismissing his reaction. “Your father always liked it when I did that. I half thought that you might have seen us some time.”
The mental picture he was getting was seriously creeping him out. “You know, Mom, I’m not really comfortable talking about this…”
“Because I’m your mother?” She started laughing. “Justin, sweetie, you’re a prude! I think it’s adorable.”
“I’m not a prude, I just don’t want to talk about what Brian and I do in bed with my mother.”
“Oh, Justin, really, it’s perfectly normal, you know.” There was a few seconds with neither of them knowing what to say.
Finally Justin broke the silence. “Well, did you want to sleep with him tonight?”
“I guess so. He was being really very nice until he became ridiculous again.”
“What did he say that pissed you off?”
“Oh, that. He started to ask me if I’d ever tried to picture what, exactly you and Brian do together. You know, who’s on top and all of that. Who’s using his mouth…”
“God, Mom…”
“I think he was getting off on it.” She seemed sort of bemused by the idea. “He made some comments about how Brian is so much larger than you are that it must be awkward sometimes, like in the shower or something.”
God. His father was getting hard thinking about him and Brian buttfucking in the shower. Too damn weird. “How could you stand him as long as you did?”
She didn’t seem to hear or, if she did, she ignored him. “You want to know something, though? There have been times when I have imagined what you and Brian do with each other, too.”
He was startled and not a little scared, but she just went on.
“When I first knew that you’re gay and knew Debbie—well, a few months later, really—I asked her what you were getting yourself into. I was worried that someone as, well, as large as Brian would hurt you. I wanted to know what I should look out for.”
“Mom, I can’t believe that you’re saying this shit—and what do you mean that he’s so much larger than I am?” Dear God, make her be talking about their difference in heights because otherwise they were pretty evenly matched.
“I walked in once when he was here naked and he seemed fairly well endowed, that’s all.” She took another drink of the wine, pouring yet another glass for herself. “And, well Justin, anal penetration can cause damage if you’re not careful. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”
She was so fucking matter of fact about it—Jesus! Almost speechless, Justin managed to blurt out, “Mom, I’m really not comfortable with this conversation.”
She went on, not listening. “So I went to see Brian at his office to talk to him about it.”
“Swear to me that you’re lying.”
She was just about able to focus on him. “I was just concerned.”
“When did you do this?”
Another sip of wine. “I don’t know, maybe a month or so after you first moved in with him, when your Dad threw you out.”
“And?”
“He just said not to worry and that he knew what he was doing and would be careful. Was he?”
Justin was bright red. “Was he what?”
“Was he careful?”
“Yes, Brian is careful.” This time he needed the wine. JB would have been better.
“Your father never was.”
This was sort of interesting in a way too much information sort of way. “Oh, he wasn’t?”
“I bled like a pig,”
“God, Mom…”
“Well, I was in college, we both were, and we didn’t really know what we were doing at that point, so we just sort of plunged ahead—well, you know.” She drained the last of her glass.
“Not really.” He had gone a little pale at the thought and noticed that his mother was swaying a bit and seemed like she might nod off. “Where’s Molly?”
Jennifer seemed to have to think for a few moments about that, finally managing “Over at a friend’s house for the night.” She looked like she was getting tired. “That was what he wanted—tonight I mean. He just wanted to get laid.”
“I sort of figured. What did he do when you turned him down?”
“Not much, I think he had some sort of a back up plan.”
Prick.
Good, OK. Molly was taken care of at least. Since Brian had lent the car to Debbie so she could go visit her sister in Harrisburg, the only way to get Jen home was for him to drive her and then stay over at her condo and he’d really rather not. “Why don’t you just stay here tonight, OK? You can drive home in the morning.”
She didn’t seem to care one way or the other. “Alright.” Unexpectedly she started giggling.
“What?”
“How many women can say they’ve slept in Brian Kinney’s bed?”
She had a point, even Justin had to smile. “You’re in an exclusive club, that’s for sure.”
“Did he sleep with Lindsay?”
He was helping her to her feet, up to the bedroom. “Sort of. I think they had a thing in college, but they didn’t—for Gus.”
She seemed to consider this. “Hmm.” She turned her back to him, presenting him with the zipper. This was his mother and it was getting seriously too weird. Obediently he slid the thing down. Completely nonchalantly she stepped out of the dress and was starting on her bra when he crossed behind her, down the stairs and out to the couch. He turned out the bedroom lights from the wall switch and heard her getting into the bed and settling down. In a minute or two she seemed to be asleep.
Thank God.
He had his prick father to thank for yet another warm memory. Well, OK, some of it had been sort of entertaining when it wasn’t incredibly embarrassing.
Asshole.
He took the glasses and the now empty wine bottle out to the kitchen and had turned off a few lights. Settling in by his computer he tried to pick up where he’d left of a couple of hours ago. The stupid project was still due after lunch tomorrow, whatever his opinion of it may be. Design a doghouse. Christ on a bike.
By about two he had something that didn’t look like complete shit and would probably make Jim and Tammy Baker’s dogs cream if they had occasion to set foot in the sky lighted, Frank Lloyd Wright inspired thing.
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* * *
Brian slid the door open as quietly as he could, glad that he had remembered to grease the tracks last week. It didn’t make too much noise. There was just enough light for him to see as he set his bag down across the counter. He lay his coat on one of the bar chairs and crossed over to the bedroom, seeing the small figure under the duvet, blonde hair over the pillow. Going over to the platform, he sat on the edge, leaning over. Putting his arm over and around, he was surprised to feel breasts.
* * *
When Justin opened his eyes the loft had that sort of gray quality that rooms have when it’s not quite morning yet, but night is pretty much over.
He felt lips on his and he was being gently kissed awake.
Brian. Of course.
“When did you get back? I thought that you’d be in
“I know, I almost got in bed with her.” Justin smiled, picturing the moment. “I leaned over to kiss you and she seemed to think I was someone else—a mutual mistake, it would seem. She made a move for my crotch.”
“Did she find it?”
“It’s hard to miss when it’s hard.”
“…Did you despoil my mother?”
“Just her son and not even him recently. She turned over and went back to sleep.”
“Share the couch with me?”
“Of course.” He stripped off the jeans and sweater he’s worn for travel, his shoes already gone. Underwear joined the pile and he stretched out on the too narrow space. “This would work better if one of us were on top.”
“You mean like bunk beds?”
“Right, just like that.” Brian leaned down, kissing the younger man, gliding his tongue against the smooth lips, asking and gaining entrance. In moments their tongues were twisting around one another’s, tasting and pressing, back and forth. Without thinking Justin’s thighs parted, allowing the larger man’s slender hips to settle between, rubbing against each other.
“My Mom will hear.”
“She’s asleep.”
“She’ll wake up.”
“She’s heard it before.”
“Brian…”
Three hours later the room was lighter and the two men were asleep spooned together when Jennifer peered down from the bedroom, Brian’s navy silk robe belted around her. She saw the two bodies shoehorned onto the couch, the clothes on the floor, the empty condom wrapper forgotten on the rug.
It was after nine and she should get back to see that Molly was alright. The friend’s family said that they would have to drop her off before lunch for some reason. Going to the kitchen, she started the coffee and looked through the fridge to see what she could find for breakfast.
Justin opened his eyes for the second time this morning when he caught sounds from the other side of the loft. Stretching slightly and moving out of Brian’s arms without waking him, he pulled the discarded pair of sweats on and went to see if he could be of any help.
“Did I wake you?”
“Not really. Brian got home a little while ago…”
“And he woke you up.” She smiled as she said it, taking any sting out the sarcasm of the words. Blushing he nodded.
She handed him a plate with half a grapefruit on it, along with a cup of the tea she knew he hadn’t been able to start the day with since he was fourteen.
They ate at the kitchen counter, Jen standing, Justin sitting on the bar stool that didn’t have Brian’s coat on it. “You OK with Dad being an asshole last night?”
She swallowed her grapefruit. “I guess—no. I’m not. I guess that I thought that he might have come around and I was wrong.” She took a small sip of black coffee as she rubbed her temples. She was probably hung and sure as Hell seemed more subdued than she was last night. “Debbie told me that Brian’s father was pretty awful. I suppose that you two have that in common.”
“My father was a cold bastard who used to beat the crap out of me, who never wanted to have kids or to be married. He wasn’t like Craig. Craig loves his kids, even if he is an asshole.”
Neither
“He also loves you, Jennifer, even if he’s too much of a homophobic prick to show it now.”
“He used to. He loves Molly and he still loves Justin, but he gave up on me two years ago.” She saw the reaction. “I’m fine with that. It just ran its course. It happens all the time.”
The two men seemed to digest that in some silence before Brian spoke with some hesitancy.
“Actually I was going to call you later today to ask you something, but it’s not something that I’m sure you’ll be interested in.”
The subject changed, she gave him a look encouraging him to continue.
“Do you remember when you dropped off some of Justin’s things at the office a few weeks ago?” Justin had forgotten several sketch pads at he rcondo after sitting for Molly. She nodded. “You were in my office when my partner came in to talk to me about something.”
“Yes—Mr. Vance, wasn’t it?”
Brian nodded. “After you left
“Oh, God, Brian, you didn’t…”
“He wants to take you out.”
Justin stared at him. “Why didn’t you say something to me about this? She’s my mother, not yours and you could have fucking said…”
“Brian—how could you do this to me? You know what I’ve been going through with Craig and all the problems and…”
“He didn’t ask you to fucking get married, he just wanted to know if you might have dinner with him. He’s not going to jump your bones, for Chrissake. At least not immediately.” He sipped his coffee, completely calm. “He said that he’d call you this weekend.”
“God, Brian…”
“He’s intelligent, rich, a gentleman if you’re not in competition with his business and not a complete troll. You could do worse.”
“I can’t believe that you would actually give him my number.”
“He’s a Harvard grad. He sees me every day. He’s not going to do anything you don’t want him to. He’ll probably take you someplace expensive and nice, you might even enjoy it.”
Pissed, Jennifer stood up. “Justin? Would you mind if I borrowed a pair of your jeans to get home in? I don’t want to wear my dress.” He nodded, getting up to find a clean pair for her to put on, along with one of his tees—one without a dirty saying on the front. Shaking her head in disbelief at Brian, she left the table to get dressed.
Less than five minutes later she was back, thanking them for letting her stay over and saying she had to get going. She gave Brian a look as she left.
Later, after their shower, Justin looked over at him from his computer. “Did Vance really want to take out my mother?”
“He will after I call him.” He shrugged. “She needs to be pursued by someone decent.”
Justin smiled.
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