Where's
Justin
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"Dada!" Gus yelled and barreled through the front doorway and into Brian's waiting arms.
"Hey, Sonny Boy!" Brian responded, scooping up his son. Gus kissed him, and then he felt the boy straighten up and look over his shoulder.
"Where's Justin?" He asked, a disappointed look on his face.
"He's in
"Gus," Brian said. Tear-filled eyes looked up into his hazel ones. "Gus, are you listening to me?"
"Yes."
"I have something important to talk to you and your mother about, but you
have to stop crying and listen very carefully."
"I…want…Justin," Gus choked out the words between sobs.
"I know you do, but you need to listen," Brian replied firmly.
"Okay," Gus said sadly. Brian could see him gulping for air and trying to control his sobs.
"We need to talk to your mother first. Are you ready?"
Gus nodded, wiping at his tears.
Brian carried him into the house. Lindsay gave him a quizzical look as he went past her. She wondered what was going on. Brian set Gus down and said, "Go upstairs and wash your face. We'll talk when you come down."
"Okay, Dada," Gus said, heading up the stairs.
"What's going on, Brian?" Lindsay asked, shaking her head.
"That's what I need to talk to you about," Brian said, then paused trying to gauge Lindsay's probable reaction.
"Tell me, will you?" she demanded.
They had moved into the living room, and Brian sat her down on the
sofa. "Don't freak on me, but
I've given this a lot of thought. I
want to take Gus with me to
"I think that's a great idea," Lindsay smiled.
"You do?"
"Yep. Gus will love it and I imagine Justin will too."
"You're saying I can do this?" Brian asked in disbelief.
"That's what I'm saying."
"I thought you'd tell me to go take a long walk off a short pier."
Lindsay giggled. "Nice image!"
"What about Mel? Will she go for it?"
"I think so," Lindsay said thoughtfully. "You know how you feel every time Gus gets so upset, when you arrive without Justin?"
Brian nodded. "It almost makes
me feel ill."
"We live with that every day. He
never stops asking about Justin, and it gets harder and harder to distract
him."
"So I can tell him?"
Lindsay nodded just as Gus appeared in the doorway, having washed his face. He looked sad, but better without the tear streaks down his cheeks.
"Come here, Sonny Boy," Brian said gently.
Gus came over to Brian who set him up on his knee.
"Feeling better?" Brian asked.
Gus looked at his father and nodded.
"Good," said Brian. "Your
mother and I have been talking. How
would you like to come to
Gus' eyes got very big and his mouth dropped open. "See Justin?" he asked.
Brian nodded.
"Now?" said Gus, wrapping his arms around Brian's neck.
"No, not now. Not tomorrow but the next day," Brian explained.
"Go now!" Gus declared.
"Gus, I have to work. We'll go in two days, if you promise me something," Brian said.
"What?" Gus looked worried.
"That you'll be a good boy, and you'll try not to get upset when we leave
Justin in
"Leave him?" Gus asked.
"When we come home."
"Bring Justin too," Gus said, smiling hopefully at Brian.
"No Gus. He still has to finish his studies."
Gus' face fell.
"Do you still want to go?"
"Yes, Dada."
"Will you try to be good, and brave?"
"Yes, Dada."
Brian looked at Lindsay who smiled encouragement.
"Gus, why don't you give daddy a kiss and thank him for offering to take you on this trip?" Lindsay stated.
Gus kissed his father. "Mama come too?" he asked Brian.
"No, just us men," Brian replied.
"Oh?" Gus didn't seem so sure about that.
"Gus," Lindsay said, "why don't you go find what you made for Justin? You can take it to him."
Gus immediately ran upstairs.
Lindsay said to Brian, "I'll talk to Mel and get Gus organized. Do you think you're up to traveling with a not quite three year old?"
"I guess I'm going to find out," Brian replied.
"I guess you are!"
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Friday afternoon Brian arrived at Mel and Lindsay's to pick up
Gus. He had left work at
Brian was a little nervous. He had never traveled far with Gus, especially alone and on a plane. He was leaving the Jeep with Lindsay who would pick him and Gus up from the airport on Sunday night. They had decided that saying goodbye to Gus at home would be better than a potential meltdown at the airport.
Brian rang the bell. When Lindsay opened the door, a small whirlwind flew at Brian. His father caught Gus as he crashed into him.
"Whoa, Gus!" Brian gasped. "Take it easy!"
"Dada! Dada! Let's go! I'm ready!" Gus yelled at his father.
"Calm down, Sonny Boy," Brian said evenly. He picked up his son, hoping that holding on to him would help settle him down. Gus squirmed in his arms.
"Go see Justin!" he stated emphatically.
"In a few minutes, Gus," Brian said. "We have to get your coat and your suitcase."
"Okay," said Gus, squirming down.
He ran into the house and reappeared momentarily coat in hand.
"He wanted to put his coat on as soon as he woke up this morning. He's been ready to go ever since," Lindsay said.
Brian chuckled. "Didn't he go to daycare?" Brian asked.
"He didn't want to, but we managed to get him there for the morning."
"By the looks of it, you were lucky to get away from him for a while," Brian observed. "He's a ball of frenetic energy."
"You're telling me! Are you sure
you want to do this?" Lindsay asked.
"No, but I don't think I can back out now."
"You better not!" Melanie said, bringing Gus' suitcase down the stairs.
"Afraid it would interrupt your lezzy weekend?" Brian asked with a smirk.
"Brian!" both women said in unison.
"Okay, okay!" Brian replied. "I hope that's his only suitcase," Brian observed, remembering all the paraphernalia he had to drag to the loft when he had Gus for even one night.
"That's it," Melanie said. "We packed light."
"Good! The taxi should be here
any minute," Brian said. "Have
you said goodbye to Gus?"
"He doesn't care about us. He's fixated on seeing Justin," Mel said.
Brian snorted. "I thought he'd be crying about leaving his mommies."
"He hasn't left yet," Mel retorted. "Don't get too cocky!"
"Too easy!" Brian smirked, mentally checking off all the possible responses he could make to a statement like that.
Melanie bristled. "Have you thought about how Gus' presence is going to curtail your activities with Justin?" she asked sweetly.
"I have. He has his own adjoining room in the hotel," Brian said smugly.
It was Melanie's turn to snort. "What makes you think he'll stay there? You'll never separate him from Justin!"
Brian didn't know how to respond to that. He intended to fuck Justin's brains out, just like he did every other weekend, but he hadn't thought about the actual logistics of doing that. "We'll work something out," Brian said, trying to sound confident.
Just then the taxi pulled up and honked. Brian took Gus' suitcase out and got his own from the Jeep. Lindsay put on Gus' coat, hat and backpack. Brian returned to give her the keys to the Jeep and retrieve his son.
Gus kissed his mommies and took Brian's hand. "Bye," he said.
"Enjoy your weekend, Ladies," Brian said. He and Gus went down the steps and got into the taxi.
Gus waved and his mothers waved back. The taxi pulled away and the adventure began.
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Gus didn't cry in the taxi. He seemed oblivious to leaving his mothers behind. Brian wondered if he had any real concept of where he was going, other than to see Justin. Brian was beginning to think that maybe this would be a piece of cake.
When they arrived at the airport, Gus got out of the taxi, and asked, "Where's Justin?'
"This is the airport, Gus," Brian
explained. "We have to get on
a plane and fly to
"Oh," said Gus. His eyes had gotten very large. "Dada, you come with me?" he asked.
"Of course, Gus."
"Good." He looked less like he wanted to cry.
They had arrived at the check-in counter. Brian had sprung for two seats in first class, thinking Gus would have some room to play and less people to disturb. Once that was done they went through security and found the first class lounge.
Brian collapsed into a seat. Gus had been very good so far and Brian was pleased, but doing anything with a toddler wasn't easy. Gus stood looking at him.
"What?" Brian asked.
"Where's Justin?" Gus asked.
Brian groaned. "We haven't got on the plane yet."
"Oh," Gus said. Brian saw those
large eyes that often meant that Gus was scared and about to cry.
"Come here, Sonny Boy," Brian said to him.
He helped Gus take off his backpack and coat, and then pulled him up onto his lap. He gave the little boy a hug and a kiss on his forehead. "We have to fly on the plane for a while, Gus. I think Justin will be there to meet us."
"Really?" Gus grinned.
"Really."
'Excuse me, sir. Would you like a drink?" one of the lounge attendants asked Brian.
"Yeah, double Beam and an apple juice for this one," Brian stated. "On second thought, make that a Coke for me instead."
"Certainly, sir," the rather pretty young woman said, smiling and fluttering her eyelashes at him.
She returned momentarily with their drinks.
"Here you are, sir," she flirted with Brian. "What a handsome young man!" she said, setting down Gus' drink. "He looks just like you," she said to Brian.
"Yeah," Brian responded. He held the glass for Gus who drank thirstily.
"Where are you headed today?" she asked, trying to make conversation with Brian.
"
Brian chuckled.
"And what are you going to do in
"See Justin," Gus replied.
"And who's Justin?"
"My friend!" Gus stated.
"Well, have a good trip, both of you," she said, moving away.
Gus was something else. Not yet three and he could hold a conversation with a stranger, and help his father fend off unwanted suitors. Brian smiled to himself.
Their flight was called a few minutes later. Brian got them settled in their seats. Another female attendant came to help them.
"Is this your son?" she asked.
"Yes," Brian replied.
"Cute kid! He looks just like you," she flirted.
"I know."
"Well, if you need anything, let me know."
"Sure," Brian replied.
"You're a real chick magnet, Sonny Boy," Brian said.
"What?" Gus asked, puzzled.
"Let's get you buckled in." He did up Gus' seatbelt and before long they took off. Brian held Gus' hand, as the plane picked up speed. Gus' eyes got very wide again, as he watched out the window. Finally the plane lifted off and Gus grinned at his father.
"You like flying?" Brian asked.
Gus nodded, watching the ground get smaller and smaller as the plane banked.
"See Justin soon?" Gus asked.
"Not too much longer," Brian told him.
The seatbelt sign went off. When the stewardess came around, Brian got Gus another apple juice and a bottle of water for himself. Gus pulled a book out of his backpack and asked Brian to read it to him. It was a cute story, Thomas the Train, of course. He could see why Gus liked these stories so much.
When he finished reading, Gus whispered, "Peepee, Dada."
Brian unbuckled him and took him to the lavatory. It was a little cramped with the two of them in there, but he had to hold Gus up anyway. It was an interesting undertaking. Luckily Gus had become pretty accurate with his peeing.
Finally they landed in
"Yes," Gus said, beaming at his father.
"Let's go!"
They walked hand in hand along the jetway. When they stepped out into the terminal, Gus gazed all around.
"Where's Justin?" he asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
"He's out there," said Brian. "We have to walk a little way first."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
Brian smiled at him. Gus had
been so patient and so hopeful. At
every stage of the trip he had expected to see Justin, and every time he
had been disappointed. Only one
more stage was left. Brian grinned
as they walked hand in hand to the security
area. Justin would be on the
other side, and he didn't know Gus was
coming. He was going to be so
surprised. Brian had asked him
to come to the airport to meet him.
Justin couldn't figure out why, but he had agreed when Brian told
him he needed to see him as soon as he
landed. Brian had debated asking
Justin to meet them at the hotel, but had decided Justin might arrive early
and meet them lying naked and ready for action on the
bed. Now he was glad he had asked
Justin to come to the airport. He
didn't think Gus could have taken another disappointment.
They came out of the security area. Gus stopped and looked all around. There were a lot of people milling around, waiting for passengers to arrive.
"Justin!" Gus shrieked. He yanked his hand out of Brian's and took off. Brian went after him, afraid he'd lose him in the crowd. He hadn't even spotted Justin yet. All of a sudden he saw Gus leap and he was in Justin's arms, being swung around. He was mad at Gus for taking off like that, but one look at the two happy faces in front of him, and he couldn't be mad about anything.
"Justin! Justin!" Gus was saying. He patted Justin's face, like he had to feel it to know he was really there.
"I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him coming at me," Justin told Brian.
"He just took off when he spotted you. I couldn't hold on to him."
"I can't believe he's here, and you didn't tell
me." He kissed Brian on the
cheek.
"I expect a better reward later," Brian stated, tongue in cheek.
"You'll get one. Later," Justin promised.
They claimed their luggage and caught a taxi to the
hotel. It was in downtown
Gus sat between the two men in the back seat. His little hand was firmly ensconced in Justin's, and Brian was sure he had no intention of releasing it any time soon.
They checked in and found their rooms. Brian helped Gus out of his coat and backpack. "Are you tired, Gus?" he asked.
"No."
"Maybe you should have a nap."
"No. Play with Justin," Gus stated firmly.
Justin grinned at Brian. "I think I'm going to be busy for a while."
Brian grabbed his arm, spun him around and kissed him till they were both breathless. He whispered in Justin's ear, "I should have fucked you at least three times by now."
"Later," Justin gasped, breaking away.
"Are you hungry, Gus?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Me too. Let's get some dinner."
It was still daylight, so they decided to walk along the street until they
found a restaurant that looked inviting.
After about ten minutes of walking, they found a pleasant looking
Italian restaurant and went in. It
looked homey and not pretentious.
Brian wanted something simple for Gus.
"Do you like lasagna, Gus?" Brian asked him.
Gus nodded. "Mama makes good 'sagna!"
Brian chuckled. "This won't be the same as Mama's, but I bet you'll like it."
"Okay."
Just then Luigi, as his name tag indicated, appeared. "Table for two? Oh, make that three?" he asked, noticing Gus standing between the two men.
"Please," said Justin.
"Cute little boy," Luigi said, smiling and leading them to a booth. "Would he like a booster seat?"
Gus made a face.
"Bring the booster seat," Brian said. "Gus, you need to be able to reach, and then you can eat your lasagna all by yourself."
"Okay," Gus agreed. He climbed into the booster seat.
"I take it the young man is having lasagna?" Luigi asked.
Brian nodded.
"We make the best lasagna!" Luigi stated. "Good choice!"
Gus smiled up at him. Brian ordered the penne with vegetables and Justin wanted the all-you-can-eat spaghetti.
"Good choice!" Gus said, smiling at Justin.
They all laughed. Luigi bustled away, returning with a basket of garlic bread and some water. Brian ordered red wine for himself and Justin and milk for Gus. The garlic bread was delicious. Luigi brought them another basket, as they quickly emptied the first one.
"I like to see good appetites!" Luigi said, setting down the garlic bread.
"You may be sorry you said that," Brian observed. "You have no idea how much these two can eat."
Luigi laughed. "Are you folks on holiday?" he asked.
"They're here for the weekend. I'm doing a course at NYU," Justin told him.
Brian couldn't believe how readily Justin told complete strangers about his life, the exact opposite of what he would do.
"Have you done any sightseeing yet?" Luigi asked.
"We just got here," Brian stated.
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"Thanks for the tip," Justin said.
Luigi went to check on their dinners.
"That might be fun," Justin said. "Would you like to see some horses after we finish eating?" he asked Gus.
Gus nodded, his mouth stuffed full of garlic bread.
"He'll do anything you suggest," Brian groaned.
"Too bad his father doesn't do the same."
"What do you mean?"
"When I think of all the things I've had to struggle to get you to
do. It would have been so much
easier if you would just give in unconditionally, and do what I say, like
Gus."
"You wish!" Brian snorted. "Although, I think you've pretty much gotten whatever you wanted anyway."
"Everything I want is right here," Justin said, looking from Brian to Gus.
He smiled that beautiful smile that was like a soft caress of sunshine on a wintry day.
Luigi brought their dinners. Brian cut up Gus' lasagna into bite sized pieces and made him wait till it cooled down. Luigi brought an extra napkin which Brian tied around Gus' neck like an oversized bib. Then he handed Gus a spoon and the little boy dug in. Brian and Justin watched as he inhaled the chunks of lasagna, managing to get most of it into his mouth. Only a bit ended up on the napkin down his front or on the one in his lap.
Brian and Justin ate more slowly, enjoying each other's company. Justin was finishing up his second bowl of spaghetti when Gus set down his spoon and said, "Full!" Just as Luigi appeared, Gus let out a large belch.
Everyone looked at him. "Sorry," he said.
Luigi chuckled. "Does that mean you liked it?" he asked.
Gus nodded. "Good!" he stated.
Luigi smiled at him, and began clearing their dishes. "More spaghetti, Mister Justin?" he asked. Justin had introduced them all to Luigi on one of his many trips to the table to check on how they were doing.
"No thanks. It was delicious, but I think that'll tide me over for now," Justin replied, patting his stomach.
"Me too," Gus said, patting his own tummy.
They chuckled at his imitation of Justin.
"Do you have real Italian gelatos?" Brian asked.
"Certainly do, Mister Brian."
"Could we have a bowl with three scoops?
Make each one a different flavor."
"And three spoons?" Luigi asked.
Brian nodded.
He returned momentarily with the gelato. It was delicious and they all tasted the different flavors. Even thought they had thought they were full, the ice cream disappeared quickly.
When they got up to leave, Brian left Luigi a huge tip. Dinner with Gus wasn't always this easy, but Luigi and his excellent food had made it a pleasurable experience.
"Well, men," Brian said, as they came out of the restaurant, "are you
up for a carriage ride in
"Sounds good to me," Justin said.
"Horses!" Gus grinned.
They started walking in the direction Luigi had pointed. It took them almost half an hour to get there. Gus insisted on walking, and his little legs couldn't keep up to the usual gait of his father. He refused to be carried, insisting he was a big boy. Brian hoped the walk would tire him out. If he went to sleep, he and Justin could have some big boy time of their own.
It was dark, as they arrived at the park. They saw horse-drawn carriages lined up on the other side of the street. Brian carried Gus across. An elderly black man sat atop the driver's seat of the first carriage in line.
"Would you folks like a ride?" he asked, as they approached.
Brian set Gus down. He stared at the horse. The driver stepped down and said to Gus, "This is Daisy. Would you like to feed her a carrot?"
Gus' eyes got big and he looked at his father. Brian nodded.
"My name is Tyrone. What's yours?" he asked Gus.
"Gus. That's my Dada and Justin," Gus added.
"Nice to meet you all," Tyrone said. He pulled two pieces of carrot from his pocket. He said to Gus, "This is how you feed Daisy. Hold your hand flat with the carrot on it, and she'll take it. Daisy loves carrots." He demonstrated what to do, then gave Gus the other piece of carrot. He made sure Gus' hand was open flat so that Daisy didn't nip him.
Daisy nosed Gus' hand and gobbled up the carrot. Gus giggled. "Tickles," he said.
"Daisy likes her nose rubbed too," Tyrone said, showing Gus how to scratch the horse's nose.
"Can't reach," Gus said, his little arm extended as far as it would go.
"May I?" Tyrone asked.
Brian nodded. Tyrone picked Gus up and Gus reached out tentatively to touch Daisy's nose.
"Don't be afraid," Tyrone said. "She likes you."
Gus rubbed up and down her nose.
"Smooth," he said. "Nice
Daisy." Tyrone set him down.
"We'd like a ride around the park," Brian said.
"My pleasure," Tyrone replied. "Climb in. There's a robe there to throw over your legs. It'll take the chill off."
Off they went. Tyrone gave a running commentary of the various gardens and statues they passed. He pointed out Strawberry Fields, the spot dedicated to John Lennon. They passed the lake and saw the swans. Gus was snuggled in between Brian and Justin. He hadn't said much for a while.
"I think someone's getting sleepy," Brian said.
"No," said Gus, straightening up.
Justin laughed. "Wishful thinking," he whispered to Brian.
Brian groaned.
As they climbed out of the carriage at the end of the ride, Tyrone stepped down too. Justin held Gus' hand while Brian paid Tyrone.
"You have a lovely family there," Tyrone told Brian.
"Yeah, I do," Brian admitted, looking at Gus and Justin.
"You're a lucky man."
"Thanks."
Tyrone turned to Gus. "You come see me and Daisy anytime, Gus."
Gus nodded.
"Thanks, Tyrone." Justin said, as they headed to the corner to catch a cab. "What was he saying to you back there?" Justin asked Brian.
"He thinks I'm a lucky man."
"You are!" Justin grinned.
"I hope to get even luckier in a little while," Brian smirked.
Justin giggled.
When they got back to the hotel, Brian ran a bath for Gus and got him out of his clothes. Gus wanted Justin to come into the bathtub with him. Justin slipped out of his clothes and stepped into the tub with Gus. After a bit of splashing, Justin lathered up the little boy and began naming off body parts, as he washed each one. Brian watched, smiling, in the doorway.
Justin made it a game. He washed Gus' hand, and then Gus had to wash Justin's hand and say hand. Next it was Gus' turn. He washed Justin's arm and said arm. Justin did the same for him. They were steadily working their way down, when they were blinded by a flash of light. Brian had grabbed his camera.
"Brian!" Justin groaned.
"You two are too adorable," he replied. "I couldn't resist."
"You better not show that to anyone," Justin threatened. He got back to their game, doing Gus' tummy and calling it stomach. Gus rubbed Justin's pubic hair, and Justin grinned, looking at Brian, who snapped another picture.
"Hair," said Gus. Then he looked down at himself. "No hair," he said. "Why no hair?"
"You'll get that when you grow up," Justin explained.
"Me grown up!" Gus retorted.
"Almost," Justin conceded, "but you'll get hair later.
"Oh," replied Gus. "Dada have hair?" He looked at Brian.
"Dada has hair," Justin stated. "Dada's a big boy, a big bad boy!"
"Bad?" Gus giggled.
"Very bad!" Justin added.
Gus giggled some more. Brian set his camera down and plucked his son from the bathtub. He wrapped him in a big, fluffy towel. "I think you're clean, Gus. Let's get you into your pajamas."
Justin dried off and wrapped a towel around his hips, as Brian got Gus ready
for bed. They tucked him in in
the middle of the big bed, and bent to give him a
kiss. He grabbed onto each of
them and refused to let go. "Stay,"
he whimpered.
"We should, Brian," Justin said.
"This is a strange place for
him."
They laid on the bed, one on each side of Gus. Brian rubbed his tummy and Justin babbled about how they'd be right in the next room. He told Gus how much fun they would have tomorrow, and all the new things he would see. After a few minutes Gus' eyes closed and his even breathing indicated he was asleep.
They got up quietly and moved to the adjoining room, leaving the door slightly ajar in case Gus needed them. Brian immediately pushed Justin against the wall and peeled off his towel. He kissed him ferociously, driving the young man into the wall, and rubbing against Justin's already hard cock.
"I need you … so bad!" Brian gasped. "I wanted to jump into that tub and eat you alive. My cock's been hard ever since."
"Mine too. Didn't you notice the bulge in the towel?"
"I did," Brian gasped, kissing him again. "I thought I would explode when Gus was washing around your peepee."
"You mean my penis. We must use correct terminology around the boy." Justin gasped as Brian's hand closed around his 'correct terminology'. "Jesus, Brian!" he moaned. "Fuck me."
Brian shoved him towards the bed.
Justin was fumbling with Brian's fly, and finally freed his pulsating
rod. Brian left his clothes on,
not wanting to waste time. He
donned a condom and lube, pushed Justin onto the bed and was inside him in
what seemed like one movement. It
was hard and fast, what they both needed after a week of being
separated. It wasn't long until
they were at it again, slower and easier.
"Fuck!" Brian gasped, as his second orgasm subsided. "I needed that. I needed you!" he said to Justin.
"We need each other," Justin said, snuggling up against him.
Brian chuckled.
"What's funny?" Justin asked.
"I was just thinking. Melanie as much as told me I wouldn't get any this weekend with Gus around. Little does she know!"
"She doesn't know how resourceful you are, or how insatiable," Justin added, giggling.
"Thank God!"
"I'm so glad you brought Gus with you," Justin said. "Thank you." He gave Brian a delectable kiss.
"You think I did this for you?" Brian asked, tongue in cheek. "I did it for myself. He's been driving us all crazy, wanting to know where you are and when you're coming to see him."
"Hey, we should take him to the
university. I could show him
my room and the studio. Then
he'd know where I am."
"That's a good idea. Let's do
that Sunday morning," Brian agreed.
"Then maybe he won't cry every time you're not with me when I go to
see him."
"Every time?" Justin asked.
"Almost."
"That's awful!"
"You're telling me! You don't have to deal with it."
"I'm sorry. But I miss him
too."
"I know," Brian said, kissing his
partner. "Gus was so good
today. He promised he would be,
if I brought him. You know, he
took to flying right away."
"I bet he'll be a world traveler."
"He can be anything he wants,"
Brian stated emphatically.
"Damn right!" Justin agreed.
He kissed Brian and hands started exploring. They needed to get a lot more fucking done before Gus woke up.
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Saturday morning Brian wanted to take Gus and Justin to the top of the
Brian and Justin had been awakened by Gus around
They had breakfast at the hotel and then took a cab to the
"I understand you get a great view of the city, and I'd kind of like to see where the World Trade Centre used to be."
"Oh," Justin said, understanding a bit more.
They arrived at the top. They were both surprised at how enclosed the outer area was, high Plexiglas barriers with wire mesh. They walked all around, looking out. Brian held Gus up so he could see. They used one of the telescopes to look at the former World Trade Centre site, basically a huge hole.
"It gives me goose bumps," Justin said.
"Pretty horrible memories!" Brian admitted.
"Why did you want to see it?"
"I don't know. I just felt like I needed to."
Justin put his arm around Brian's back.
"Let's go," he said.
"Okay," Brian said, turning away from that site and all it embodied.
When they arrived at street level, Brian said, "I'd like to take Gus to F. A. O. Schwartz."
"Okay with me," Justin said.
"What's F. O. Shorts?" Gus asked.
Brian snorted. "I could…"
"Brian," Justin cautioned, thinking what Brian might say about that question.
"It's a toy store, Gus," Brian said, deciding to behave himself.
"Toys?" Gus' eyes lit up.
"The best toy store ever!" Brian bragged.
"Go!" said Gus.
"You don't have to ask him twice," Brian chuckled.
A short taxi ride left them in front of F. A. O. Schwartz. They walked inside, each holding one of Gus' hands. Gus' eyes grew larger and larger as he took in all the stuffed animals and Lego creations. Brian saw a salesclerk and asked if there was a train section.
"Trains!" Gus jumped up and down.
They were sent off in the right direction. They passed an area of musical instruments including a large keyboard on the floor.
"Did you ever see 'Big'?" Brian asked Justin.
"What's 'Big'?"
"God, you're young!" Brian groaned. "It's a movie starring Tom Hanks. He's an adult who gets turned into a child, but he's still in his adult body. He comes to F. A. O. Schwartz and dances on a giant keyboard like this."
"Neat!" Justin exclaimed.
"We should rent it some
night."
"Sounds good!"
They had arrived at the train section.
"Thomas!" Gus gasped. He pulled his hands free and ran over to an almost life size inflatable model of Thomas the Train.
"I've got to get a better hold on that kid," Brian said. "He seems to be able to get away whenever he wants."
Justin laughed. "He has a one track mind. There's no stopping him when he sets his mind to something."
"That's for sure!"
Gus had climbed inside the model and it took some coaxing to get him to come out. There were smaller versions of Thomas all over the place. Brian promised to buy him one if he would come out. He finally complied, and they wandered around until Gus decided on the model of Thomas that he wanted. Brian picked out the latest Thomas the Train book. Then he saw it!
On a table, a little bigger than a card table, was a small model train racing around its track. It was made of metal, carefully crafted, and painted with every intricate detail. Brian was drawn to it like a magnet. Gus followed him, grabbing hold of Brian's hand. Brian picked him up so he could see the little train travel around the tracks. It had bridges and hills and a little town that it passed through. Gus clapped his hands as he watched.
"Do you like it, Sonny Boy?" Brian asked.
Gus nodded, still staring at the tiny train circling the track.
"It's a lovely model, isn't it?" said a young male salesclerk. "Would you like to see some of its features?"
Brian and Gus both nodded.
The clerk picked up the control box. "You work everything with this," he said. "This stick controls speed, faster or slower, and stop when you pull it all the way back." He demonstrated. "This button blows the whistle." He pushed it and the little train gave out a toot.
Gus giggled his approval.
"This switch will dump the coal car when the train is in the station." He showed them how it worked. "This is an excellent quality set, top of the line and beautifully crafted."
"How much?" Brian asked.
"This whole set-up, $1500," he said nonchalantly.
"Thanks for the demonstration," Brian said, turning back to Justin. "Would you take Gus to the check-out and pay for the stuff he picked out?" Brian asked.
"Sure," Justin said, realizing what Brian was going to do. "At least it's smaller than the other one you were going to get him," he whispered in Brian's ear.
Justin took Gus' hand and they headed to the
check-out. Brian called the
salesclerk over and arranged to have the train set sent to
Brian, Justin and Gus left the store with their bag of Thomas the Train
purchases. The clerk had told
Brian there was a nice restaurant a few doors
down. Since it was already after
They walked farther and farther along the street. All of the restaurants in this part of town were too upscale to serve hot dogs. Brian kept asking Gus if he would like a sandwich or some soup or a fucking steak, but the answer was always the same. "No! Hot dog!"
Justin could see that Brian was reaching his
limit. This was the first time
this really stubborn side of Gus had reared its ugly head this
weekend. Suddenly Justin had
a brainwave. "Let's go back to
Brian was tired and hungry. "What the fuck for?" he demanded, irritated. "Are we going to steal some of Daisy's carrots for lunch?"
Justin laughed. "No! Just trust me!"
They hailed a cab and Justin told the driver to let them off near the Carousel. Brian gave him a look, but said nothing.
Near the Carousel was a hot dog vendor just as Justin had expected. He pointed to the cart. "Are you nuts?" Brian asked. "I don't eat at these germ traps."
"Gus wants a hot dog and they're
delicious. There's one near the
university that I get lunch from all the
time."
"Hot dog!" Gus said.
"Shit! If Gus gets sick, it's your fault!" Brian stated.
"Don't be such a baby!" Justin retorted. "Nobody's going to get sick."
"Dada a baby!" Gus giggled, looking at his father.
Brian gave him a withering look, and Gus stopped giggling. Justin ordered three hot dogs and brought them over to the bench where Brian had taken Gus.
"Mustard on yours, Gus. That's the way you like it, right?"
Gus nodded, grabbed the hot dog, and started devouring it.
Justin had covered his hot dog in mustard, ketchup, sauerkraut and onions. He handed a plain hot dog to Brian. "Since you never eat these, I didn't know what you'd like on it. You'll have to fix it yourself," Justin said.
Brian took the offered hot dog. He looked at it like it might bite him. He was hungry, and this was lunch, so he went back to the cart and got some mustard. When he turned back to the bench, he stopped and laughed out loud. There were his two boys gobbling down their hot dogs, faces covered in condiments.
"What?" said Justin.
"A matching pair!" Brian observed.
Justin looked at Gus and grinned.
Brian set his hot dog on the bench and fished his camera out of the F. A. O. Schwartz bag, where he had put it after they left the store. He snapped pictures of Gus and Justin eating their dogs, faces covered in mustard, and enjoying every minute of it.
"Will you stop! And eat your dog," Justin complained.
"Eat, Dada!" Gus said, his mouth full. "Good!"
Brian dropped the camera back in the bag and took a bite of his hot dog. It wasn't half bad. Justin had gone to get another one and Gus was about half way through his.
When Justin returned with his second hot dog, most of Brian's had disappeared. "Not so bad, eh?" Justin observed.
"I was hungry!" Brian retorted. "What else am I going to get to eat in this god forsaken park?"
Justin almost choked on his dog at Brian's most gracious assessment of lunch.
Brian went back to the vendor and got a coffee for himself and a soda that Gus and Justin could share. He knew a whole soda would send Gus off the deep end.
Lunch, such as it was, finally finished. Justin asked Gus if he wanted a ride on the Carousel. Gus looked at the horses on the merry-go-round, and the few happy children riding them. It was still early in the season and the cold weather kept the numbers small.
Gus nodded. "You come with me?" he asked, looking at his father and Justin.
Brian groaned. "Sure," Justin agreed.
Justin and Gus had side by side horses. Brian stood beside his son, making sure Gus wouldn't fall. Gus giggled and laughed, and Justin made faces at him from his horse. Brian again retrieved his camera. Justin leaned over to steady Gus, so Brian could back up enough to get a picture of the two of them. As the Carousel slowed down, Justin got off his horse and snapped a couple of pictures of Brian holding on to Gus.
"More!" Gus demanded.
"I'll hold on to him, if you want to take some pictures from out there," Justin offered.
Brian paid for two more tickets, and got some great shots every time his two boys went by.
"More!" Brian heard Gus saying to Justin.
"Gus, come down here!" his father said sternly, brooking no nonsense. "Two rides are enough." He saw tears starting to form. "Here we go!" Brian thought, looking at his son. Gus had been too good for too long. Time for a temper tantrum.
"Gus," Justin said, squatting down in front of the little boy. "Would you like to go see if we can find Daisy?"
"Yes!" Gus replied, throwing his arms around Justin's neck. "Find Daisy!"
Brian marveled at Justin's ability to distract his son. He had just averted a major tantrum and made the little boy happy at the same time.
Justin asked the hot dog vendor how to get to the horse-drawn carriages. He said it was about a fifteen minute walk and pointed them in the right direction. They sauntered along, looking at the gardens and birds and squirrels. They sat on a bench for a while and watched people rollerblade. It ended up taking them well over an hour to work their way to the carriages.
Tyrone was second in line when they found him.
"Hey, little Gus," he said, "come to feed Daisy?"
Gus nodded. Tyrone fished out some pieces of carrot. Brian fished out his camera. He clicked away as Daisy took the carrot from Gus' hand. Tyrone held the boy up to scratch Daisy's nose, just like he had done last night.
"Ride, Dada?" Gus asked.
Brian looked skeptical.
"The park looks different in daylight," Tyrone explained.
Brian gave in. It would be nice to sit for awhile, and Gus wanted to go for a ride. The park did look different. They saw lots of things they hadn't been able to see last night. When their ride was done they decided to go back to the hotel for a rest. Gus wanted to play with his new Thomas the Train. Brian and Justin left him playing on his bed, and went to have a little make-out session on their own bed.
"Brian, stop!" Justin gasped, coming up for air. "We can't do this now. Gus is in the next room."
Brian groaned. He knew Justin was right, but he wanted him now. "What if we took a shower together?" Brian asked hopefully.
"We'll have to tell Gus what we're doing, so he doesn't get scared, if he comes looking for us."
"Okay."
They told Gus they were going to take a shower.
"Me too!" he said.
Brian groaned and Justin giggled. They all piled into the shower together. Brian couldn't keep his eyes off Justin's dick wagging temptingly in front of him. They lathered up Gus and each other. Justin heard Brian groan and step out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around himself and got one for each of them.
"Are you tired, Gus?" Brian asked hopefully.
"No."
"A nap would be good for you."
"No."
"Shit!" Brian muttered.
"Let's get ready for dinner," Justin said.
"Sure," Brian agreed, knowing he wasn't going to get any time alone with Justin, at least not right now.
They dressed Gus and themselves. Brian suggested they walk the other way from last night and look for a restaurant.
"'Sagna!" Gus said.
"What?" Justin asked.
"Want 'sagna for dinner!"
"Again?"
Gus nodded.
"You need more variety in your life, Sonny Boy," Brian said.
"'Sagna," was the only response.
"Let's go back to Luigi's. Gus really liked it," Justin suggested.
Brian gave in. They walked along to the restaurant and Luigi welcomed them with open arms.
"Gus wants lasagna again," Brian said.
"Of course," Luigi said. And for you?"
"Do you do a good steak?" Brian asked.
"Of course. Almost as good as the lasagna."
Brian ordered steak and salad. Justin had veal piccata. It was another delicious meal.
"Good choice, Gus," Justin said to the little boy.
Gus grinned at him, still shoveling in his lasagna.
Luigi suggested they walk over to
After an hour or so Gus seemed to be slowing down, so they headed back to the hotel. Brian hoped he would be ready to go to bed. They washed his face, put on his pajamas, and laid with him on the bed. He was asleep in no time.
Brian and Justin slipped off the bed and were out of their clothes by the time they reached their own bed. Brian flipped Justin's legs up on his shoulders, donned a condom and pressed in. Justin grabbed the sheets and hung on for dear life. Brian pounded into him. As his balls contracted, Brian grabbed Justin's cock and tugged in time with his thrusts. They both came moments apart. They lay wrapped around each other, as their breathing cam back to normal.
"I love your dick," Brian stated.
"You do?" Justin giggled.
"I was going nuts with it calling to me in the shower."
"Calling to you?" Justin asked.
"'Suck me! Suck me!' it said."
Justin giggled. "Can't you hear it now?"
"You're right," Brian said, and pounced. He gave Justin one of his famous Kinney blowjobs. Brian kept shushing him as he cried out his pleasure.
"Fuck, Brian!" Justin said afterward. "If you want me to be quiet, you shouldn't do that to me."
"Want to return the favor? I'll show you how to be quiet."
Justin did his best to make Brian vocalize his enjoyment of Justin's
technique. Brian wasn't half
as quiet as he thought he was going to be.
They had a most enjoyable night and even got a little sleep.
Brian awoke to a crack of sunlight shining in his
eyes. They hadn't quite shut
the drapes completely. He glanced
at the clock which said
"Shit!" he said as he sat up.
"Where's Gus?" It wasn't
like Gus to sleep in. He'd had
them awake before
"What's wrong?" Justin called sleepily from the other room.
"Nothing. Sh!" Brian cautioned, as he pulled the door partly closed and returned to their bed. "I thought something had happened to Gus when I saw what time it was. He never sleeps this late."
"Guess we tuckered him out," Justin said.
You tuckered me out last night."
Justin giggled. "You'll be able
to brag to Mel about how many times you fucked me, even though Gus was
here."
Brian made a face. His hand crept
over to Justin's body and stroked his morning
hard-on. Justin gasped.
"Maybe we shouldn't, Brian. He might wake up."
Brian slid down under the covers and took Justin's cock into his
mouth. Justin grabbed Brian's
hair and held on. It wasn't long
before he came with a long moan and then a big
sigh. When he opened his eyes,
Gus stood in the doorway.
"Where's Dada?" he asked.
Brian popped up from under the covers. "Right here, Sonny Boy. Did you have a good sleep?" He gave Justin a lustful leer.
"Yes," Gus replied, watching the two men.
"Come up here," Brian said.
Gus climbed up onto the bed, kissed each of them and sat down between them.
"We have to pack our bags in a little while, and then Justin's going to take us to the university. You can see where he is while he does his course. Would you like that?"
Gus nodded.
"I'll show you my paintings too," Justin added.
"Okay," Gus said. He seemed to be thinking. All of a sudden he slid over and off the bed. He scampered into his bedroom and returned in a minute with his backpack.
"I forgot," he said by way of explanation.
"Forgot what?" Brian asked.
Gus handed his backpack to Justin.
"Is this for me?" Justin asked, bewildered.
"Inside!" Gus said and bounced up and down.
Justin opened the backpack and rifled through the Thomas the Train books and a couple of stuffed bears. Then he saw a piece of paper pressed against the side of the backpack so it didn't get too wrinkled. It was a picture Gus had drawn, or more accurately scribbled. Justin could kind of pick out three figures, which one of his mommies had labeled 'Dada, Gus, Justin'.
"Did you draw this?" Justin asked.
Gus nodded.
"It's beautiful," Justin said. "Can we take it to my room at the university? I'll hang it up there."
Gus nodded again.
"Come here, partner," Justin said.
Gus crawled up on the bed and Justin gave him a big kiss and a hug.
"Thank you," Justin said.
Brian could see a tear in Justin's eye. The crude drawing reminded Brian of Justin's drawing of a barely walking Gus being held up by their two hands. That was the picture that had helped to bring them back together. He was sure that Justin was thinking the same thing. Brian leaned over and kissed Justin. Gus was trapped in the middle and giggled.
"Me too!" he demanded, and they kissed and tickled him mercilessly. He giggled and giggled. All of a sudden he stopped, and they stopped, looking at him. "Peepee!" he said. Brian recognized that look. He grabbed Gus and ran to the bathroom, hauling down his pajamas as he went. They made it just in time.
"That was close," Brian said, coming back into the bedroom.
"You're a good father!" Justin declared.
"Why? Cause I can make it to the toilet in three seconds flat?"
"Among other things! How did you know?"
"He gets a look," Brian stated.
"See! You know him so well," Justin said.
Gus stood behind Brian, taking all this in.
"Hungry, Dada," Gus said.
"Did you wash your hands?" Brian asked.
Gus shook his head.
"Go do it. You know better."
Gus turned and went back into the
bathroom. They heard the water
running. Brian grinned at
Justin.
They got dressed, packed their bags, had breakfast and checked out of the hotel. They caught a cab and went to Justin's dorm. They would leave their bags there until they went to the airport. Justin showed Gus his room and pinned up Gus' picture on his bulletin board.
It was almost
"Hi, Brian," Joanne said. "Is this your son?"
Brian nodded. "Say hello, Gus."
"Hi," Gus said somewhat shyly.
"He's adorable," Joanne said to Brian.
"Thanks."
"We were heading over to the studio building to show Gus my space," Justin
said. "Want to come with us?"
"We were going to go to lunch," Dale replied.
"Come with us first and lunch is on me," Brian offered.
"Can't turn down a deal like that!" Dale responded.
They spent the next hour visiting Dale's space and Joanne's space and finally Justin's. He pulled out some of his abstract paintings to show to Gus.
"Nice," Gus said uncertainly. He appeared to be puzzled.
"What's wrong, Gus?" Justin asked him.
"Where's Dada?" he asked.
"I'm right here, Gus," Brian said from behind him.
"No," Gus replied. "Where's Dada?" and he pointed at the painting.
Justin laughed. "I think he wants to know why these aren't pictures of you," Justin said to Brian. "That's usually what I show him. This one represents your father," Justin explained, showing Gus the red one called 'My Passion'.
Gus looked at it and then at Justin. "Don't see Dada," he said.
They all laughed. Justin picked up his sketchbook. He flipped it open to his sketch of Brian in his leather pants. "Is this what you wanted to see, Gus?"
Gus clapped his hands. "Dada!" he said. "Nice!" He gently ran his fingers over Brian's image on the page.
"There's some of you too, Gus," Justin told
him. Justin flipped through a
few pages and showed Gus a sketch of him and the snowman they had made when
Justin was in
Gus clapped. "Silly Dada and Justin!"
Everyone laughed. "That was a fun day," Brian commented.
"Yeah, it was," Justin agreed.
He shut his sketchbook.
"Ready for lunch?" he asked.
"We have to get these two to the airport by four and it's already
They went to the sandwich shop they liked near the university. Dale and Joanne made a big fuss over Gus. He was the centre of attention. They took him to the quad after lunch, and they all played nerf football. Brian would catch the ball, scoop up Gus and run with them both. They had a great time.
All too soon it was time to go to the airport. Justin came with them, wanting to have as much time as possible with both of them. They checked in, checked their luggage and went into the cafeteria for a drink.
"Did you have fun, Gus?" Justin asked as they sat down.
"Yes," Gus replied. He stared at Justin. Brian knew he wanted to ask Justin to come with them.
"I'm glad you came to visit me," Justin added, not sure what to say to Gus without upsetting him.
Tears welled up in Gus' eyes. Both men could see Gus fighting it. Brian picked him up from his chair and the little boy buried his face in his father's shoulder.
"Gus," Brian said, rubbing the tiny shoulders.
Gus raised his head and hiccupped.
"Oh, Gus!" Brian said, his heart breaking for his son.
"Sorry," Gus said between silent sobs.
"It's all right. I know you're sad," Brian admitted.
"Gus," Justin said, "I've decided I'm coming to
Brian looked at Justin and mouthed, "Are you sure?"
Justin nodded.
"Would you like that, Gus?" Justin asked.
"Yes," he gulped.
"Good, then I'll be there."
Their flight was called. Justin walked them to the security area. He kissed Brian and then picked up Gus. "Will you be all right?" Justin asked. "Don't be sad, Gus."
Gus kissed him and clung to his neck.
"Love you, Justin," he said.
"I love you too."
He set Gus down. Brian gave him
a quick kiss and he and Gus passed through the screening
area. They turned and waved to
Justin. Gus put his hand back
in his father's and they disappeared around a corner.
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The plane landed in
As they walked to the exit where Gus' mommies would be waiting, Brian stopped and squatted down to Gus' level. "I'm very proud of you, Gus," he said. "You kept all your promises. You were a very good boy and very brave, but I don't want you to be sad. We had fun and Justin will see you next weekend. Have you got a smile for me?"
Gus made a half-hearted smile.
"Sorry I cry," he said.
"I understand."
"Love you, Dada."
"I love you too. You're mommies
are just out there," Brian said, pointing.
Gus smiled a real smile and followed the line of Brian's finger.
"Can you give them a big smile when you see them? I know they missed you."
Gus nodded, looking much happier.
They walked out and Gus saw his two mothers waiting with big smiles. He pulled his hand free from Brian's, yelled, "Mama! Mommy!" and made a beeline for them.
Brian groaned. He never seemed to be able to hold on to that kid.
Mel and Lindsay kissed and gushed all over their son. Gus soaked it all up. Brian stood back and watched.
"You survived!" Lindsay finally said to him, having got her quota of kisses, given and received.
"Yeah," Brian replied.
"Any problems?"
Brian shook his head.
"Looks like Gus had a good time. How about you?"
"Dandy," Brian said.
Mel carried Gus over to them. "Gus tells me he brought us presents."
Brian nodded. "They're in his
backpack."
"You're still in one piece," Mel observed.
"Apparently so!"
"You'll have to tell us all about it," Lindsay said.
"I have pictures."
"Did you and Justin get any time together?" Mel asked, giving Brian a knowing
look.
Brian shrugged.
"Told you!" Mel retorted.
Brian made a face at her.
"So Gus, did you sleep with Dada and Justin?" Lindsay asked.
"No," Gus said. "Me big boy."
"Oh!" Mel said, looking at Brian quizzically.
"Me get hair soon!" Gus said out of the blue.
"You have hair, Gus. What's he talking about?" Mel asked.
Brian snorted. "I have pictures," he said mysteriously and headed off to claim their luggage.