The Candidate
Part 6
Justin rocked back into Brian's strokes. They had been at it for over two hours. He couldn't remember how many times he had come. Brian had seemed almost happy when he came home from the fair. His mother had paid him an impromptu visit there and they had reached some kind of an agreement about her staying out of the campaign. Brian seemed to think that Justin's visit had facilitated this happening. This was his reward.
"Aaaahhhh!" Justin screamed and came with mighty force. Shit! After all the times he had come already, he hadn't expected another one of such intensity. "Jesus, Brian, I think you've thanked me enough," Justin gasped.
"No I haven't."
"I need a rest or you're going to kill me with gratitude."
"Okaaaaaay," Brian said slowly, "if you're sure."
"I'm sure. But you can thank
me again later," Justin grinned, rolling over and scrunching closer to
Brian.
"You can be sure I will."
"What did she say to you?" Justin asked. He had posed that question several times already, but had yet to receive a satisfactory answer.
"She just said that Stockwell had lied to her and that she didn't want family business brought out into public view. We agreed to try to minimize that."
"Did she say she was sorry for what she did at the
"Hell no! This is my mother we're
talking about. She's always right,
always in control. What would
she have to apologize about?" Brian asked sarcastically.
Justin shook his head. That would
have been too much to hope for, but he was glad that there was some kind
of truce between them, and less likelihood of her screwing things up for
Brian.
"Brian," Justin said leaning against him, "do you think Stockwell will try something else?"
"Probably."
"What do you think he will do?"
"I don't know, but I doubt that he's ready to give up yet."
"So what can you do about it?"
"I can't do anything except prepare for the worst."
"How do you do that?"
"Damned if I know!"
Justin cuddled against Brian wanting him to know that he was there to back him regardless of what happened. He still wished that Brian's mother could be more supportive of her son. He thought of his own father and could almost imagine him doing something like Joanie had, if he was in the same position. Justin made a face wondering why parents were so cruel to their children. Why did they have them in the first place if they couldn't accept them for what they were?
"I have a strange meeting coming up tomorrow night," Brian said out of the blue.
"Strange … how?"
"It's at the GLC."
Justin snorted. "So what's strange
about that?"
"Well, for starters, Tannis and Phillip!"
Justin chuckled. "Besides that?"
"I don't know what sort of reaction I'll get there," Brian said, the uncertainty clearly expressed in his voice.
"What do you mean?"
"They know me. They know my
reputation … the truth about me."
"So?"
"So, when people are strangers, I can wear my usual façade with no problem. At the GLC they will know when I'm shitting them."
"Then don't shit them," Justin replied simply.
"But isn't this whole election crap just universal bullshit?" Brian asked cynically.
"Brian, you don't believe that, do you?" Justin asked a worried look on his face.
"I … I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm being sincere and that I could make a difference, and other times I think I'm practising crap control. The whole process is so fucked up. There's so many variables."
"You don't like being the one not in control, do you?" Justin asked with
a grin.
"You think?"
"I think you are doing just fine. I think you will make a great mayor. I think you'll handle yourself in your usual inimitable style at the GLC."
"God, you're gullible!" Brian chuckled, secretly pleased that Justin thought
so much of him and his abilities.
"I'm truthful," Justin replied staring into Brian's hazel eyes.
That earned him a delicious kiss. God, he loved Brian's lips, and his tongue and his ass and his hands and his cock. He was rapidly losing his train of thought when he heard Brian's voice asking him something.
"What did you say?" he asked coming out of his lust-filled haze.
"I asked if you were ready for your next round of gratitude, but I can tell that you are," Brian said squeezing Justin's already hard cock.
"Always ready," Justin whispered and they were off to the races.
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Brian took a deep breath. Tannis had just introduced him to the assembled throng at the GLC. He could see Deb and Vic and Justin sitting together. He wondered who else was there. Probably some of his old tricks were. He must be crazy to be doing this.
"Bad Moon Rising" flashed through his head. He felt like he was trapped in some horror flick. He wondered which old monster would rise up to bite his ass.
Following his introduction there was a polite round of applause and a few whistles which he was sure were coming out of Debbie's mouth. He didn't dare look at her.
Tannis opened the floor to questions.
"What do you plan to do about the back rooms on
"I don't plan to do anything about them," Brian responded.
"Does that mean that you will let them reopen?"
"Yes," Brian said flatly.
"Don't you think they are a blight on our community?" the man pursued.
Brian glanced at Tannis who nodded her head in agreement with the asshole from the audience. He should have known this would happen. None of his tricks would come to a political meeting. They didn't give a fuck. It was only self-righteous assholes like this guy who would bother to attend.
Brian remembered Justin's words about not trying to shit the people who
already knew the truth. "I don't
think they are a blight. I think
they serve a very useful function.
When the back rooms were shut down, people were forced onto the streets
and into places where they shouldn't be.
We all know that sexual acts are going to take
place. Why not keep them off
the streets and in the back rooms where they
belong?"
"Why not keep them in the privacy of people's homes?" the same man demanded.
"That's fine for the people who want to do it there, but there are other attitudes about sex."
"Like your own promiscuity?" the man asked. The audience gasped.
Who the fuck was this guy and why wouldn't he shut up? Brian glanced around and saw Stockwell in a back corner of the room. He had a smirk all over his self-satisfied face. "A plant," Brian thought. Stockwell had sent this man here to do his dirty work for him.
"Sure, I've been promiscuous," Brian stated
honestly. "In fact, at one point,
I smashed the lock off the door of the back room at
There was a smattering of laughs and applause. "Some of my people are here," Brian thought to himself.
"And you're proud of that?" the same man shouted. "I'd think you would be ashamed of yourself."
"Well, you'd be wrong!" Brian declared.
"I'm not ashamed of anything I've
done. My motto has always been
'No apologies, no regrets'."
Brian saw the man look back toward Stockwell and then sit down. Apparently he had run the gamut of his criticisms, at least for now.
There were some more questions from the audience about his views on various topics. Brian had answered most of them many times already. Someone asked why he thought he was qualified to be mayor.
"I don't know that I am," Brian replied. "How does one get qualified for the job other than by doing it? So, I guess that's makes me just about as qualified as all the rest of you."
That earned him a round of applause.
He was beginning to think that he was going to get through the rest of the evening relatively unscathed when he saw Stockwell step forward.
"Justin Taylor," Stockwell stated.
"What?" Brian said staring at him and wishing the floor would open up and swallow this ass. He had a horrible feeling he knew where this was going.
"I said 'Justin Taylor'," Stockwell repeated, "you know, your young lover, your accomplice in destroying my campaign, your underage student that you corrupted."
Brian glared at Stockwell, unsure what he could say in
response. He had done his best
to keep Justin's name out of this so far.
Suddenly he heard another voice.
"I'm here, Mr. Stockwell, and Brian didn't corrupt me. I make my own decisions and I'm not underage. I was the one who started the poster campaign against you. Brian actually told me to stop. I wouldn't. As you became more and more punitive in your attitude towards the gay community, Brian decided to join me in our bid to oust you. So, if you want to blame someone, blame me." Justin finished his statement and sat down. Debbie patted his arm to show her support.
Stockwell glared in the direction of Justin and Debbie, remembering them both from the ambush in this very building a few weeks ago. He wasn't going to let Kinney outdo him this time.
"This child may think that you haven't corrupted him, but he was still a child when you started abusing him," Stockwell stated.
"I have never abused him!" Brian said, his teeth gritted, his heart pounding and his blood pressure soaring to new heights.
"You abuse everyone and everything that comes in contact with
you. I bet there are lots of
men in this room who have felt your cold and callous abuse after you have
used them and thrown them away."
"Christ," Brian thought, "where is he getting his
information?"
The auditorium was dead silent waiting for Brian's reply.
"I don't abuse people," Brian began, all too familiar with abuse himself. "Anyone I have been with has been there voluntarily, and most have been very satisfied customers."
There were scattered laughs in the
audience. Brian was tempted to
ask anyone he had been with to rise and give a testimonial, but he thought
better of that, wondering how many men might actually stand
up.
"You are the worst and most disgusting example of gay men that I have ever seen," Stockwell continued. "The law abiding and moral segment of gay society condemns you and everything you stand for."
"And how the fuck would you know what gay society thinks or feels?" Brian exploded. "Who gave you the right to speak for any homosexual?"
"Yeah!" someone yelled.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You tried to shut down
"You hate us all! You want us all dead!" Brian was sure that was Justin's voice.
"We have no place in your family friendly
"Get out of here, Stockwell! You don't speak for any of us."
Stockwell glared at Brian, naked hatred apparent on his
face. He slowly turned, his eyes
roving across the audience and coming to rest on
Justin. He gave the young man
a withering look and then abruptly left the
auditorium. Immediately applause
broke out, signifying victory over Stockwell and his hate-filled words.
Tannis was trying to regain control. Nobody was paying much attention. Finally she announced to any who would listen that refreshments were being served at the back of the hall. She quickly left the stage and made her way back there.
Brian stepped down as well and was immediately surrounded by Justin, Deb and Vic, as well as many others.
"Are you all right?" Justin asked.
Brian nodded, but he didn't look too good. He was rather pale and lacked that cocky attitude he usually portrayed.
"Hey, Kinney, I'm a satisfied customer, and I'm going to vote for you!" a good looking young man called out.
Brian turned and smiled at him. "Thanks," he said. "If I can get everyone else I've fucked to vote for me, I'm a shoe-in."
Everyone within earshot burst out
laughing. Justin had told him
not to shit them, and Brian meant every word of that
statement. He felt better when
he heard them laugh at his little joke.
He could still control a crowd.
People milled around Brian telling him that they were glad he had taken Stockwell on. They largely indicated their support for his candidacy. Brian was surprised. He had expected more disapproving looks after the exchange with the police chief. Tannis and Phillip didn't look too thrilled with him. He wouldn't be counting on their votes in the near future.
The reporter who had interviewed him at the loft came over. He was obviously there doing a piece for his paper.
"Mr. Kinney?" he said.
"Yes," Brian replied. "Greg Harris, isn't it?"
"That's right. You have a good
memory."
"It helps in this game."
Greg snorted. "Seriously, I want
to ask your permission to run a story."
"My permission? I thought you
just published whatever the fuck you wanted."
"This is a bit different."
"How so?"
"I covered the bashing of Justin Taylor when it
happened. I didn't know you two
were back together."
"Technically we're not."
"But for all intents and purposes, you are?"
"Kind of."
"I remember the whole story of what happened to Justin and how the perpetrator
got off with a slap on the wrist.
I'd like to update the story and tie it in with your
campaign. I think it would make
interesting reading, the whole homophobia thing raising its head again, with
Stockwell this time."
"You're talking to the wrong person," Brian
said. "It's Justin's permission
that you need."
"Could you introduce me to him? He
would never speak to reporters after the
bashing. He might let me do the
piece if he knew that you were in favor of it."
"I'm not in favor of it. I'd
rather keep Justin out of this altogether."
"But that isn't going to happen, especially after
tonight. There were other reporters
here. They'll put the pieces
together. I'd like to do a
sympathetic yet truthful piece. I
think Justin got a raw deal out of that whole
thing."
Brian stared at Greg. He was right. Justin had gotten a raw deal. He had suffered so much and still come out proud and strong.
"It's still Justin's decision, but come on, I'll introduce you."
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When Brian finally arrived at the loft after the session at the GLC, Justin was there waiting for him. He scooped the boy against his body and kissed him long and hard.
"Did you have a nice chat with our new friend Greg?" Brian asked.
"Yes, I did. He seems … okay."
"Why the hesitation?"
"I don't really trust reporters."
"That makes two of us, but he did seem
sincere. What do you want to
do about the article?"
"I'd rather not relive the bashing, but I guess Greg is right that after
Stockwell's tirade tonight, it's all going to come up
again. I'd like to have the chance
to tell the real story, and maybe even get that story
printed. What do you think?"
"I agree."
"So you think I should do the interview with him and let him write the
story?"
Brian nodded.
"Do you want me to go back to Daph's and stay away from you for awhile? We can keep our distance, since we're technically not together."
Brian looked at Justin and noted his choice of words. "Why did you say that?"
"Greg used those words. I assumed
you said them to him."
"Justin, I don't want you to go to
Daph's. I want you
here. I said that because I'm
still not sure where we stand in this whole thing, and I was trying to keep
you out of it as much as possible."
"If I do the interview with Greg, I'm not going to lie," Justin said
firmly.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that I'm going to say that I … love you, always have, always
will."
Justin found himself crushed against
Brian. His clothes were being
torn off and he was being dragged towards the
bedroom. He was shoved
unceremoniously onto the bed and a warm, soft mouth engulfed his swollen
cock.
He moaned in ecstasy as Brian gave him one of his patented blowjobs. The sensations that coursed through his body left him breathless and mindless and totally on fire.
Some incomprehensible time later when Brian let him come up for air, Justin sighed in complete satisfaction.
"Good?" Brian asked.
"The best! Did that mean that you love me too?" Justin asked.
Brian stared at him but didn't answer.
Justin regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Brian didn't say he loved anyone, except Michael and Gus. He should have known better. Why was he always so stupid? It was just that Brian took his breath away and left him in such a state that anything seemed possible, even a declaration of love from this complicated man.
"Isn't that what I just told you?" Brian asked with a grimace and got up and went into the bathroom.
Justin heard the shower go on. Had Brian just said what he thought he had said?
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