A Perfect Sin
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Justin's heart pounded as Brian led him out of the hotel and back to the car. His ass was still tingling from their lovemaking and he had a smile bigger than Texas plastered on his face. He still wasn't sure that he'd actually heard Brian tell him that he loved him, but he wanted to believe it with all his heart.
Neither boy was aware of the middle aged man watching them as Brian opened the door and kissed Justin before he slid into the car. John Merritt was shocked to see the preacher's son leaving a hotel with another boy and he thought his heart would stop when he saw them kiss like lovers. Turning back to the woman he was with, he put a protective arm around her and made a mental note to talk to Pastor Kinney the very next morning.
Brian sped down the street trying to get Justin home before his curfew and pulled up in front of the two story Colonial just at the strike of midnight.
"I feel like fucking Cinderella," Brian teased.
"Well don't go turning into a pumpkin cause I plan on spending many more nights with you." Justin closed the distance between them and kissed Brian's lips once more. Out of the corner of his eye Brian saw the curtain move slightly and pulled away abruptly.
"You better go, Sunshine. I don't want you getting in trouble."
"You're probably right. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"You'll see me tonight," Brian promised. At Justin's confused look he explained. "In your dreams."
"Bye," Justin said biting his lower lip to keep from kissing his new lover once more. He shut the car door softly and Brian sat watching him walk up the steps and disappear into the house.
Twenty minutes later Brian snuck into his own house, holding his breath, hoping that Jack was passed out drunk. Luck was on his side this time and he took the stairs as quietly as he could so as not to alert Joan to the fact that he was late again.
The next morning as Justin and Brian were spending the day on Liberty Avenue, John Merritt was in a closed door conference at the church with Jack. Within hours, Craig Taylor had been called and a plan had been put into motion.
Brian kissed Justin goodbye and headed home. As soon as he stepped into the door, Jack's fist connected with his jaw, knocking Brian to the floor. Picking himself up he stared at Jack while rubbing his jaw.
"I warned you, you little faggot. I told you not to do anything to embarass our family."
"How much Irish whiskey you had today, Jack?"
"Don't you fucking talk to me like that. I'm still your father."
"And you've been such a good one, Dad."
"I oughta kill your worthless ass and be done with it. How dare you take advantage of a member of my church. Do you have no respect for me?"
"Fuck you, Jack."
Jack's fist landed in his son's stomach, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall. Brian ducked just in time and Jack landed another punch in the wall. While his father was busy trying to figure out how he missed, Brian took the stairs two at a time and baracaded himself in his room. Grabbing a duffel bag he threw as many clothes and personal affects into it as he could. Taking the bottom drawer of his dresser out, he poured the contents onto the bed. He searched for his bank book and pocketed it.
His father was pounding on the door, screaming at him and Brian was running out of ways to escape. He finally settled on catching Jack by surprise as he opened the door. With one fist to the face he sent his father sprawling on the floor. Stepping over him, he took the steps at a run and pushed out of the door. Running down the street, he never looked back.
Justin had been home almost an hour before his parents called him downstairs. His mind was on Brian. He'd been calling him for half an hour and Brian never answered. There was a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was horribly wrong.
As soon as he walked into the den he could sense that this was not about his not doing his chores. Plopping down into the Lazy Boy, he stared back at his father, wondering just what he'd done to make Craig so angry.
"Justin, we need to talk to you about Brian Kinney." His mother's voice was calm and once again she looked nervous.
"What about him?"
"There have been some very disturbing things that have been brought to our attention about Brian."
"Stay away from that pervert, Justin. You are not to talk to him or even go near him."
"Dad, I don't see what the problem is. Brian is a nice guy, he's not some pervert like you keep saying."
"Justin, honey," his mother began. "Someone saw you coming out of a hotel with him last night."
"And they saw the pervert kissing you." Turning to Jennifer, Craig yelled, "I told you that boy was trouble. I told you that we shouldn't let Justin anywhere near him."
"Stop it, Dad. He wasn't kissing me. I was kissing him. And I was fucking him just minutes before. Is that what you want to hear? It's time to face facts, Dad, your son is nothing but a queer."
"You watch your mouth, young man. You are not a fag, you're just confused. This Kinney boy has brain washed you. You are to never see that boy again, do you hear me? Never again Justin."
"That's not going to happen, Dad. I love him. And he loves me. I'm not going to deny who I am to make your life easier. I'm gay Dad. I've known it since I was eight. And you and Mom have known it too."
"YOU ARE NOT GAY. NO SON OF MINE IS A FUCKING FAIRY."
"Yes I am and I'm not ashamed of it." Justin's tone was quiet, so quiet that Jennifer wasn't sure that she'd heard right.
"But, Justin, honey, think about it. You're not gay, sweetheart, you weren't raised that way."
"What way Mom? I wasn't raised to know who I am, to know what I am? Funny, aren't you the one who told all of my life that you'd always love me, no matter what? Has that changed because I suck dick? I'm still Justin. I'm still your son, Mom."
"Don't you dare speak to your mother like that. And let me repeat myself Justin. YOU ARE NOT GAY. AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?"
"Crystal, Dad. You're a homophobic asshole, you made that clear."
The sound of his father's hand across his face resonated throughout the room. Justin quietly stood and left the room.
"YOU GET BACK HERE. JUSTIN! YOU GET BACK IN HERE RIGHT NOW, I MEAN IT."
Craig's words fell on deaf ears as Justin took the stairs three at time, slamming his door behind him. Grabbing his cellphone he dialed Brian's cell and waited for him to answer.
"What?"
"Brian?"
"Justin? What's wrong?"
"My dad knows."
"Mine too, funny thing, huh?"
"What are we gonna do?"
"We? You got a mouse in your pocket Sunshine? 'WE' are going to get the fuck out of this God forsaken town. 'WE' are not going to ever go back. Not ever."
"I need to see you Brian."
"That's not a good idea."
"But, Brian."
"I said NO, Sunshine."
"So you're just going to let me face this alone?"
"You're not alone, Justin."
"Without you, I am."
"Don't be such a fucking drama princess. Get your ass back down there and tell them what they want to hear. Tough it out for a few more months, then go off to college and come bursting out of the fucking closet if you want."
"I'm not ashamed of who I am, Brian."
"Real original Sunshine. I gotta go."
"Where are you? Let me help you, Brian."
Justin heard the click as the line went dead and felt his heart shatter.
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