Mayor Kinney
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The fist crashed into his gut and Brian went down, all air forced out of his body. He felt a boot connect with his ribs and flashes of his encounter with Craig Taylor ran through his mind. He had closed his eyes in pain, but suddenly there were no more kicks to the ribs or punches to his face.
Slowly he opened his eyes and saw Chuck and Phydeau pummeling a couple of men on the sidewalk near where he lay. One man struggled to his feet and took off. The other two were under the control of Brian's bodyguards.
As he managed to get to a sitting position, Brian heard sirens approaching and policemen emptied out of a couple of squad cars and took charge of the men his bodyguards had been holding in submission.
Chuck came over to Brian. "Are you hurt?" he asked looking very concerned.
"Help me the fuck up," Brian ordered.
Chuck offered him a hand and Brian felt Phydeau move around behind him and help to raise his body off the sidewalk. Brian grimaced in pain. He probably had either a broken or badly bruised set of ribs. At least they hadn't beaten his face to a pulp.
"Let's get an ambulance," Brian heard Chuck say to Phydeau.
"No!" Brian responded emphatically. "I'm not seriously hurt and I don't want to go to any fucking hospital."
"But you should get checked out," Chuck insisted.
"He's right, Brian," Carl Horvath said as he had just gotten out of his car.
"How did you get here?"
"Somebody at the station alerted me that a 911 call had come in involving
the mayor elect, so I thought I better follow up."
"Did you call them?" Brian asked Chuck.
He nodded. "As soon as we saw what was happening we placed the call. Justin had called to alert us that you had left the loft, but Phydeau was already trailing you. He stayed back until he realized you were being followed by that bunch. One got away."
"We'll get him," Carl said. "His
buddies will give him up before we're through with them."
"Do you want us to take you to the hospital?" Chuck asked.
"I told you I'm not going to the hospital. Take me home."
"Okay, if you're sure," Chuck said shaking his head at the stubborn man.
"This squad car will take you and the mayor," Carl volunteered speaking to Chuck rather than Brian.
Brian and Chuck got into the back of the car and were driven the short distance back to the loft.
"I'm sorry we didn't get there in time to prevent them from hitting you," Chuck said.
"I'm glad you got there when you did. I shouldn't have left the loft without telling you."
"Fucking right you shouldn't have!"
Brian gave a little snort. He wasn't going to get much sympathy from this source. And Justin … Justin was going to kill him for running out like that. He had thought he was in pain a few minutes earlier. Justin would have him by the balls.
They pulled up in front of the loft. Brian gingerly got out of the car holding his arm against his tender ribs. "Thanks," he said to the officer driving.
"Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Mayor. You got my vote," the man behind the steering wheel replied.
Brian tried to smile in response as the car pulled away.
"You're going to stay put now, right?" Chuck asked. "I don't want to see you again until tomorrow afternoon when we go to the swearing in ceremony."
"Deal," Brian said.
"Good," Chuck replied and turned to go position himself where he could keep an eye on the building until Phydeau came back.
Brian went inside and took the elevator up to the loft. As soon as he pulled on the door, he felt it open and Justin had him around the waist hugging him tight. Brian let out a strangled groan of pain. Justin immediately let go.
"You're hurt," he said. "What happened? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No!" Brian stated again. "I'm
not going to the hospital. I'm
no worse off than I was after your father got through with me."
"Jesus Christ, Brian, what happened?"
"I got ambushed. Three guys tried
to kick the shit out of me. Wanted
to put me in the hospital, but Chuck and Phydeau stopped them."
"Thank God! Did they catch
them?"
"Carl arrived and two of them were taken into
custody. One got away, but Carl
figures they'll catch him too."
"It wasn't anybody we know was it?" Justin asked wondering if his father or Chris Hobbs had anything to do with it. "It wasn't somebody from Stockwell?" That thought had just occurred to him.
"I don't think Stockwell's that stupid. Even if he had sent them, there would be no way to connect them to him. They looked like some rednecks who got their knickers in a knot over having a gay mayor."
"I hope that's all it was," Justin said. "I don't like to think there's a conspiracy to prevent you from being mayor."
"There probably is, but those sons of bitches aren't going to win!" Brian
declared.
Justin smiled at him.
"The irony is that just before they started using me as a punching bag, I had decided to quit once and for all. Now I'm going to make fucking sure they have a gay mayor and they're going to learn to love it!"
"That's the stubborn asshole I know and love," Justin grinned at him.
"Help me get out of these clothes and get an ice pack for my ribs."
"Christ, they worked you over pretty
good. You've got a little cut
above your eye too."
Brian groaned. "And I wanted to be a pretty face for the cameras tomorrow."
"You are a pretty face. You have the best face in the whole world, and you're all right," Justin told him, risking a tentative hug as he helped Brian to the bedroom.
He helped Brian out of his clothes and eased him onto the bed. A bruise was already forming on Brian's side. Justin retrieved an ice pack from the freezer, wrapped it in a towel and applied it to Brian's ribs. He brought some antiseptic and a band aid from the bathroom to apply to Brian's temple.
As he worked on Brian's face, the man could see the emotions on Justin's face change. He was afraid he knew what was coming.
"You know," Justin said slowly, "if you ever run out again like that I'm going to kick in the other side of your ribs."
Brian groaned. "I'm …
sorry."
"Don't be sorry. You don't believe
in sorry anyway. Just never do
that again. I was so scared when
I realized you were gone."
"Phydeau was following me. He saved my ass until Chuck arrived and then the police."
"Those guys are pretty good," Justin admitted. "At first I didn't think they had a brain between them, but they really seem to be on the ball."
"They are. Even Carl thinks
so."
"You're not leaving the apartment until we go to the ceremony," Justin stated
flatly.
"I already promised Chuck that."
"Good, now rest and maybe later I'll help relieve some of your tension,"
Justin promised with a grin.
Brian knew he had been forgiven for his lapse of
judgment. He would be mayor of
fucking
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Brian had got some rest after Justin put him to bed. He loaded up on Tylenol and managed to sleep for a few hours. He woke with a throbbing pain in his side. He shifted around trying to find a comfortable position.
"Are you all right?" Justin asked sleepily from the other side of the bed.
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"I hurt."
"Want some more Tylenol?"
"Sure, but I'd rather have a large shot of morphine."
"Sorry, but they've taken away my drug privileges at the pharmacy."
"Tylenol it is then," Brian conceded.
Justin got up and went into the bathroom returning with a glass of water and some more pills. Brian swallowed them and lay back waiting for the effect of the pills to take hold. Justin slid back into bed staying at the very edge of his side so as not to jostle Brian.
"What are you doing way over there?" Brian asked.
"Trying to keep from hurting you."
"Come here," Brian ordered gently.
Justin slid closer resting his hand on Brian's chest but not venturing any further.
"I have sore ribs. I'm not going to break in half," Brian said annoyed that Justin felt he was too fragile to touch.
"I know, but you need your rest for tomorrow."
"I need something else more," Brian told him taking Justin's hand and placing it on the large bulge under the covers.
Justin grinned at Brian, rubbing up and down the man's already stiff cock. "Jesus, Brian, you should be in the hospital, and here you are with a hard-on."
"So what are you going to do about
it?"
"Umm, I could jerk you off," Justin suggested.
"I'd rather have you ride my cock. I know you love to do that."
"But I might hurt you," Justin said unsure this was a good idea.
"I'll take my chances."
"Okay," Justin agreed reaching for a condom and
lube. He carefully slipped it
on Brian's dick and lubed it up. He
allowed Brian to squirt lube in his hole and open him with his
fingers.
When Justin positioned himself over Brian's cock, the man looked into the blue eyes and he felt the love Justin was offering him. "You are … very special to me, Justin," Brian said feeling very vulnerable.
"Well I hope so."
"I mean it."
"I know you do," Justin admitted, but he also knew that Brian still couldn't
say he loved him. He sighed just
a bit as he impaled himself on Brian's rigid
dick. He did his best to make
the ride pleasurable and not too painful for his man.
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Brian and Justin had awoken wrapped around each other. Brian was stiff and had an ugly bruise on his side. The pain was considerably less than it had been the night before. They decided he probably had bruised not broken ribs. They would be tender, but a lot easier to deal with than broken ones.
Justin had given Brian a blowjob to relieve his morning woody and Brian had managed to kiss Justin and jerk him off without too much pain for himself. They had spent most of the morning in bed talking about what the rest of this day held in store for them. They had finally arisen, showered and began trying on clothes to wear to the inaugural.
They were to be picked up in a limo and driven to City Hall soon. Brian had agonized over how he looked. Could you still see the cut on his forehead? It had mostly closed up and Justin had gone out to buy some makeup to cover the bruising around the spot.
He had called Chuck first to make sure it was all right that he left the loft. The whole time he was in the store, and there and back, he never saw anything of Chuck or Phydeau, yet they had promised that one of them would be nearby. These guys could really be unobtrusive, almost invisible.
The other problem was what to wear. Justin was sure that Brian had tried on every suit that he owned, and that hadn't been an easy task. With his sore ribs it was a slow process putting on and taking off clothes. They did their best to keep his pain to a minimum. Finally they had decided on the black suit only to have Brian change his mind fifteen minutes later. Ultimately they had agreed on the dark blue one with a gray shirt and tie. Justin told Brian that he better not change his mind again or he would be going to the fucking ceremony naked.
Both of them wished that the ceremony had been in the
morning. The waiting was the
worst part. Brian would be sworn
in at
Brian got more and more testy as the day wore on. He had been working on his speech, and Justin was pretty sure that he had made some major changes in it. When he asked about it, Brian told him to wait and he would hear it along with everybody else. Not wanting to get into an argument Justin shut up and left Brian to work on the speech alone.
They had spent much less time on what Justin would wear. He really only had two suits, and only his blue one was really acceptable for this occasion. Brian had told him that he wished they could go out shopping. He wanted to get Justin the most spectacular suit to wear.
Justin was happy to hear Brian say that, but they both knew that they weren't going anywhere.
About
Justin giggled, but was happy to hear the buzzer announcing the car had arrived. The driver said he would be waiting out front when they came down.
Justin called Chuck's cell phone and told him they were leaving. Chuck said he and Phy were nearby and would be following in their car. With a last straightening of each other's tie, they got into the elevator and rode down to what fate had in store for them.
The driver was someone neither of them had seen before but the limo bore
the logo of the City of
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Brian asked.
"I'm Chief of Police, and I'm accompanying the new mayor to his inaugural."
"I never heard anything about this," Brian
said. "Stop the car!" he
ordered.
The car kept on going.
"The driver takes his orders from me," Stockwell said. "I want to say a few things to you before this ceremony takes place."
"Like what?" Brian asked realizing they were trapped and he would have to listen.
"I can't believe that you actually got elected. I should be mayor," Stockwell began.
"Well, you're not and I am," Brian retorted.
"I heard about the attack on you and the threatening letters. I hope you don't think that's all over because they arrested a couple of guys."
"What do you mean?" Brian asked suddenly feeling the old fear creep back
into his system.
"There are many more people who feel the way those guys do. There will be others who will come after you. The police may not always be able to protect you," Stockwell added with a sneer.
"They haven't done such a great job of protecting me so far," Brian replied. "And in an hour or two I'm still going to be mayor."
Stockwell grimaced at that answer.
"I have to hand it to you.
You are one arrogant son of a bitch."
"Thanks," Brian said sullenly.
"You fucking fag!" Stockwell could contain himself no longer. "You will get yours one of these days! Do you hear me?"
"Yeah," Brian replied. "I'm hanging
on your every word."
He felt Justin spread his fingers through his as they rested on the seat of the limo. They squeezed to show his support.
Justin could see Stockwell's blood pressure going up, but he said nothing further. He almost hoped the man had a coronary or a stroke, anything to get him out of their lives.
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Brian knew if looks could kill he would have been dead many times over by the end of the ride.
As they pulled up in front of City Hall, Brian said to no one in particular, "Note to self. Get a driver who can keep vermin out of the official limousine." Then he opened the door and stepped out before Stockwell could respond. Justin followed behind him.