Mayor Kinney

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It was almost a week after the election.  The results had really shaken things up in Pittsburgh.  In truth few people had thought that Brian Kinney really had a chance to win.  The concept of an openly gay mayor in the staid, conservative and blue collar environs of Pittsburgh was a bit more than seemed humanly possible.  But Brian had won.  Despite the odds against him his brand of cynical humor, unfailing honesty and personal charisma had somehow swept the day.

 

Because of the delay in the campaign and the new election date Christmas was fast approaching.  Brian would be sworn in as mayor after the New Year.   In the meantime he had the holidays to contend with, then the prospect of setting up his office the way he wanted it and lastly he had to learn what the fuck a mayor did.

 

Charles had been very helpful, continuing to advise him and providing him with copies of the minutes of recent council meetings and protocols to familiarize himself with the workings of local government.  Brian was grateful.  He felt he would be totally lost without this help.

 

Brian spent his days boning up on his new job and fucking Justin senseless at night.  He couldn't get enough of the boy.  Justin began to suspect that there was more to the fucking than Brian's usual urges.  Brian had always used sex as pain management, and that thought had not escaped Justin.  After one particularly strenuous session, Justin curled up against Brian while they both regained some kind of equilibrium.  He decided he had to say something.

 

"Brian," he said tentatively, "can we talk?"

"About what?"

"About how sore my ass is."

 

"Is it?" Brian asked with a smirk.

 

"You should know," Justin retorted.  "You're plowing into it often enough … like four or five times a day."

"I haven't heard any complaints."

"I love it when we fuck.  You know I do, but I'm beginning to think it's an excuse for avoiding something else."

Brian stared at him.  This kid could always peg him.  "You think so, do you?" Brian asked being totally non-committal.

 

"I do."

"So?" Brian said after a long pause.

 

"I want you to tell me what's going on."

"What makes you think anything's going on?"

"Will you quit answering my question with a question and tell me what's wrong?"

Brian looked like he was considering it, but then he suddenly bolted upright and stalked naked from the bedroom down to his computer desk.

 

"Brian," Justin called after him.  "Come back, please.  Talk to me."

He rolled onto his back afraid that he had really pissed Brian off and would never find out what was bothering the man.   He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration.  Suddenly he felt something hit his chest.  He opened his eyes to find Brian standing in front of him and a stack of papers lying across his chest.

 

"What the fuck is this?"  Justin asked.

 

"Read them!" Brian ordered with an edge to his voice that told Justin to do as he was told and not ask any questions first.

 

Justin picked up the one on top.  It said:  "You're a dead man, Kinney.  You will never be sworn in as mayor."

The next one said:  "Give up and resign.  You will never be mayor."

Justin grabbed another one, his heart pounding in his chest.  It said:  "Quit while you have the chance.  Pittsburgh will never have a gay mayor."

 

"Fuck!" Justin said in anger and bewilderment.  "Are they all like this?"

Brian nodded.

 

"How long have you been getting these?"

 

"They started coming the day after I was elected," Brian said slowly.  I get about two or three every day."

"Holy shit!  These are threats, Brian.  Have you called the police?"

Brian snorted.  "I'm not exactly on good terms with Pittsburgh's finest."

 

"Shit!  Stockwell!  But there must be something you can do," Justin said helplessly unable to think of anything they could do with Stockwell heading up the police department."

"Yeah," Brian said, "I can resign before I even take office."

 

"You … you're not thinking of doing that?" Justin asked, fear evident in his voice.

 

"The thought has crossed my mind," Brian admitted with a grimace.

 

"But … but … after everything we went through, Hobbs and the press and the meetings.  You can't."

"Yes, I can, but I don't give up so easy," Brian said just like a gangster from some Mafia movie.

 

Justin giggled in spite of himself.  He cleared his throat and said, "Have you talked to Charles about these?"

Brian shook his head.  "You're the only one who knows.  I've been trying to think of something to do, but I …"

 

"Horvath!" Justin said interrupting.

 

"I don't think Carl's going to go against his boss," Brian said.

 

"He helped you when that shit of a nephew of yours accused you of molesting him."

 

"But that was before the whole campaign fiasco.  I don't want to involve him and get him in trouble.  Deb says he can retire soon."

"Have you talked to Deb about this?"

"Not exactly.  I put out some feelers about Horvath helping me if it went against Stockwell and she said he didn't want to make waves.  He just wants to retire in peace."

 

"But Brian these are threats.  They're kind of scary actually.  I think you should talk to him, but don't pressure him to help.  Ask him what you can do."

"That's not a bad idea," Brian said thoughtfully.  "I'll make it clear that he can stay out of it if he wants to."  A lascivious grin passed across Brian's face.  "You are so smart, and that turns me on."

Justin groaned seeing Brian's stiffening cock start to stand out from his body.  "Be gentle," he said as Brian pounced on him.  He hoped he would be able to sit down for the last week of classes before Christmas.

 

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Brian and Justin sat in Horvath's office at the Pittsburgh P.D.  Brian had handed him the letters and briefly explained how many he was getting as Carl looked through them.

 

"Did you get some today?" Carl asked.

 

"The two on top were from today."

"They don't seem to be getting any more threatening, but this is definitely disturbing."

 

"You're telling me," Brian said sarcastically.  Horvath gave him a look and he quickly added, "I don't know what to do about them.  Any suggestions?"

"Did you save the envelopes?" Carl asked.

 

"They didn't include their return address," Brian said with a sneer.

 

Carl ignored the insult.  "If we have the envelopes we can trace where they were posted.  See if they all come from the same source."

"Oh."  Brian hadn't thought of that.  "I threw them all away, but I think I still have today's."

"Good.  Hang onto it and save any more that come in the next day or two.  Then bring them to me."

"Thanks Carl, but I don't want to get you involved.  If Stockwell finds out, he can make it miserable for you."

"This is police business, and you are the duly elected mayor.  You deserve police protection.  I'd like to see my boss tell me otherwise."

Brian smiled.  Carl was a tough old nut.  He could see why Deb liked him.  "If you're sure," Brian said.

 

"I'm sure, and Brian, a piece of advice.  When you are sworn in, you are entitled to staff including security.  Find a couple of people who you can trust for that position.  Until the inaugural get out of town."

"What do you mean – get out of town?"

"Take Justin and go someplace warm over the holidays.  Get out of harm's way."

"You think I'm in danger?" Brian asked surprised.

 

"Probably not, but I wouldn't suggest being careless … just in case."

 

"Shit!" Justin said. 

 

"I'm not trying to scare you, but do what I suggest.  When you get back you will be sworn in.  There will be lots of security there and as I said hire some reliable goons."

"Christ, that is some advice!" Brian said shaking his head.

 

Horvath merely shrugged his shoulders.

 

Brian held out his hand.  "I appreciate this, Carl."

Horvath shook his hand.  "If you do decide to head out of town, leave a key with Deb and I'll check your mail every day."

 

Brian nodded and he and Justin left the office.  Several policemen stopped what they were doing and watched the new mayor as he passed through.

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Brian and Justin disappeared over the holidays.  They told no one where they were going or why.  Brian decided the holiday in Barbados was their gift to each other.  They swam and tanned and ate and drank and had hot, passionate sex indoors and out.  By the time they returned New Year's Day they were both rested and relaxed and very happy.  They had barely thought of Pittsburgh the whole time they were gone.

 

Brian had taken some of the council minutes he was reading to bone up on his new position and Justin had sketched madly of course.  But by and large they left the reality and the worry of home behind them and had greatly enjoyed their time away.

 

When they arrived back at the loft there were several messages - from Justin's mother wanting to know how the holiday went, from Michael wanting to know if they were back, from Lindsay wishing them Merry Christmas and saying Gus had a present for each of them, and from Carl saying he had received several more of the letters and wanted to talk to them before Brian's swearing in ceremony.  That one brought them both back to reality with a thundering crash.

 

Brian dialed Carl's number at home and got an answering machine.  He left a message saying they were back and could be reached at the loft.  Justin was in the bedroom unpacking.  He already had a mountain of clothes for the laundry when Brian went up to join him.

 

"Did you answer all the messages?" Justin asked.

 

"Your mother called.  I didn't answer that one," Brian said with a smirk.

 

"I heard.  I'll call her later."

"I don't really want to talk to anybody just yet.  I'm still on vacation."

"It was great, Brian.  I wish it didn't have to end."

 

"It doesn't just yet," Brian said backing Justin towards the pile of dirty clothes.

 

"What are you doing?"

"Just … foolin' around."

"Oh?"  Justin had intended to say something else but his mouth was currently occupied by Brian's tongue.  He felt his shirt come up and Brian released him long enough for it to disappear over his head.  Immediately his mouth was recaptured and Brian began to slide his pants down over his hips.

 

"Ummm," he moaned.  "We need to clean up this mess."

"Later," Brian said and pushed Justin back onto the pile of laundry on the bed.  He pulled Justin's jeans off his feet and quickly got rid of his own clothes.  He grabbed behind Justin's knees and pushed them up and out so that he had full access to Justin's cock, balls and hole.  "Delicious," he said, his eyes full of lust.  He pulled the boy slightly toward him so that his ass was on the highest point of the pile of laundry.  "Lie back," he ordered.  Justin did as he was told finding his head was quite a bit lower than the rest of him.  Brian's hands slid down to his ankles again forcing them gently up and out indicating he wanted Justin to keep them there.  Justin linked his hands behind his knees almost standing on his head.

 

"Comfy?" Brian asked with a smirk.

 

"Not exactly," Justin admitted.  "What are you going to do?"

Brian did not answer.  His face was buried between Justin's legs.  His tongue licked across the pucker, along the sensitive flesh leading to the boy's balls, all over the heavy sack and up and down Justin's thickening shaft.  The boy whimpered as Brian began to make his way back, ending with his tongue embedded in Justin's hole, and ripping a cry of surprise and pleasure from the boy's lips.  He repeated the same route several times, each time increasing pressure on Justin's cock and balls and delving deeper with his tongue. Justin thrashed around beneath him.

 

"Fuck, Brian!" Justin finally protested.  "Pick one!  I can't stand it anymore!"

Brian's own cock stood out from his body ready for action.  He slid on a condom and lubed it.  With one decisive stroke he imbedded his cock in Justin's ass.  The boy yelled partially in pain but more in surprise. 

 

"Fuck, Brian!  Take it easy."

"I'm just reliving our vacation.  Remember the balcony," Brian said with a smirk.  He stayed still allowing Justin to accustom himself to the forceful penetration.

 

Justin giggled in spite of himself.  He remembered the chaise on the balcony and some of the things they had done on it.

 

"I see you know what I'm referring to.  Feel better now?"

"Much," Justin grinned bucking up against Brian.

 

The man took that as his signal to continue.  He pounded into the luscious ass gradually pushing Justin down the pile of clothes until his head rested on the ledge around the bed.  Just as Justin thought he might go over the edge he felt Brian grab his cock and pull in time with his stokes.  In moments they were both coming and coming.

 

Brian kind of toppled off the pile against the suitcase still on the bed.  Justin struggled to sit up, then just gave up and lay with his legs still up in the air.  He needed to recover a bit first.

 

Suddenly there was pounding on the loft door.

 

"Shit!" Brian said wondering who even knew they were there.  He pulled on some sweat pants and headed down to the door after pulling Justin to his feet.

 

When he slid back the door, he exclaimed, "Carl, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I got your message," said the police detective.  "I need to talk to you."

"Why?  What's going on?" Brian asked suddenly worried. 

 

Justin came down from the bedroom in sweats as well.  "Hi, Carl," he said.

 

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything," Carl said with an embarrassed grin.

 

"We were done," Brian said with a smirk.  "So what's the scoop?"

 

"I picked up a bunch more letters while you were gone," Carl explained.  "This is the worst one."  He handed a sheet of paper to Brian.  Justin came to look over his shoulder.  It said:  "Die Fag!  I'll be happy to help you!"

 

"Jesus!" Justin reacted.  Brian looked paler, but said nothing.

 

Carl began, "After you left, the messages were pretty similar for a few days.  Then they started calling you a fag and a homo.  The messages got more sinister and this is the latest, a pretty blatant threat."

 

"What can we do?" Justin asked.

 

"Have you selected any type of bodyguards yet?"

 

Brian said, "I spoke to a couple of fags who are built like Ben and seemed pretty interested in protecting me."

 

"That sounds good.  Hire them right away.  Don't go out alone.  The swearing in is day after tomorrow.  Then the police can get involved too."

"What about Stockwell?" Brian asked.

 

"He knows.  I've shown him some of the letters.  He has to protect you."

"I bet he loves that."

"I don't give a fuck what he likes.  I told him about the letters, and that makes it his responsibility to protect you.

 

"Good one, Carl," Justin said.

 

Carl gave him a funny grin.  "Be careful and let me know if you get more of these tomorrow.  If this guy doesn't want you to be mayor he may act in the next two days.  Oh, and see if you can get the front door of this building fixed.  I walked right in.  What kind of security is that?"

 

"Thanks, Carl," Brian said.  The detective was already out the door.  Brian pulled it closed behind him and locked it.

 

"It didn't take long for reality to rear its ugly head, did it?" Justin asked.

 

Brian shook his head in response.  "I need a drink."  He went into the kitchen and poured them each a Beam.

 

"Can you call those bodyguard guys tonight?" Justin asked with a frown.

 

"I guess," Brian replied.  "Fuck!  I thought winning the election was the hard part."

 

Brian paced behind the counter running his fingers through his hair.

 

"We've always known there were people who hated us," Justin said.

 

"Yeah, like Stockwell."

"And lots of people who think we're perverts."

"Then how did I get elected?"

 

"There's not that many bigots out there, but it only takes one."

"What am I going to do?" Brian asked really bewildered as to how to proceed.

 

"Call those guys and get them over here.  Tomorrow you call Charles.  I bet he knows a thing or two about security running a multi-national company.  Right now, come to bed and I promise to make you feel oh so much better."  Justin wiggled his butt suggestively as he walked up the steps to the bedroom.

 

Brian downed the rest of his drink and went to call his bodyguards before he followed Justin up the steps.

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