Bad as New
Chapter 9
The next few weeks were busy for the
'clinic gang.' Everyone had their assignments and were
going about them quietly. Brian took more care not to be seen going over to
Terry's. It was made easier since Ted set up a bank account for Frank. As it
turned out, Frank was the son of a local professor at PIFA. He had fallen into
the wrong crowd, ran away from home and was afraid to go back. When Justin
heard all this, he made contact with the professor to feel out if Frank would
be welcomed home. Justin's own non-existent relationship with Craig made him
leery. If Frank's father was anything like his own, the rejection could wipe
out all the good that was done. Ben also knew of the professor so he and Justin
planned to make a visit.
John and Bobby were spending a lot time in
Bobby had to file some documents in person
so he and Brian met one afternoon at the courthouse. Bill and Hunter decided to
go along too. Bill had colleagues in Family Court and the court appointed
counselors all had offices nearby. Karen, the same counselor that assisted
Brian's sister and her boys, was in the neighborhood too. Bill thought it would
be a good idea to introduce her to Hunter. Karen had a lot of experience and
would be a great resource for Hunter. Hunter's background would be invaluable
to Karen as well. The fact that Hunter was still very young looking didn't
hurt. Karen and Bill knew that street kids would more easily trust Hunter than
other adults.
Bobby and Brian had just finished signing
the last documents making the Jason Kemp Clinic a reality. They were so happy
and pleased with themselves that they were practically skipping out of the
building. They were going to meet up with Bill and Hunter for a congratulatory
lunch. Bobby and Brian hugged warmly and exchanged a chaste kiss. Brian's dream
was closer to becoming real. Melanie Marcus, attorney at law and very self
righteous bitch, saw the innocent encounter and did what she did best, jumped
to all the wrong conclusions. She stomped up the courthouse steps with blood in
her eyes and vengeance in her heart.
"How could you?" Melanie spat
out and then slapped Brian across his face. "I swear, Kinney, I will
somehow make sure you never see Gus again. And you...," Mel pointed at
Bobby, "you should be ashamed of yourself. You call yourself a
lawyer." Without waiting for any explanation, hurricane Melanie,
blew away.
"Shit, Brian! Are you okay?"
Hunter and Bill had just arrived to see Melanie pop Brian. Brian, rubbing the
side of his face, mumbled that he was okay.
"Brian, I think it's time we tell the
family what's going on. You can't keep taking the brunt of the fallout,"
Hunter said. Hunter and Ben had met shortly after Brian's encounter with his
father. Ben admitted to Hunter what he had thought, and now he was so proud of Hunter for taking on this task. But Hunter
didn't realize how bad the rumors had gotten and their toll on Brian.
"What fallout? Brian, what is Hunter
talking about?" Since Bobby did the majority of his work and research from
"Come on; let's go find a place for
lunch. I think I need a drink." Brian's cheek was still smarting and he
preferred not to have this conversation on the courthouse steps. His crack
about needing a drink garnered annoyed and concerned looks from the men in his
company. Brian shrugged, "It's purely for medicinal purposes." The
looks didn't go away. "Fine, iced tea then."
Brian held up his hands in defeat then strode away leaving three men sprinting
to catch up.
*****
"John, come take a look at
this."
"What is it, Gordon?"
"Come and look." Gordon, John's
long time friend and trusted foreman had decided to take a break from the
bathhouse renovations to sneak a peek into the theater. Gordon shared John's
enthusiasm for classic architecture. They were both exploring the dilapidated
building when they made a wonderful discovery. Following Gordon's flashlight
beam, John looked up at the ceiling of the old theater.
"John, do you see it? There, under those
old drapes and banners."
"Damn, they didn't rip them down.
It's like stepping back in time."
"Can you imagine how opulent this
theater must have been back in its heyday? I hope we can do it justice."
"Look at that, it's all gold leafed.
Gordon, we're going to need artisans as well as a specialized work crew."
"Didn't your brother-in-law graduate
from PIFA?"
"Yes, what about
it?"
"I bet you can get restorers and
artisans there. And for a project like this they'd work for next to nothing,
not that money is an issue. Hell, just to get my hands on that chandelier I'd
pay you!" John and Gordon laughed then started to sneeze. The place needed
a good airing and protective equipment before any work could be done.
"Gord,
these old buildings..."
"Yeah, I know, I'll call haz-mat." John and Gordon locked up the old building.
*****
Brian arrived at the cottage in the middle
of the afternoon. "Justin," he called as he came through the door.
"Out here," Justin responded
from the sun porch.
Brian found him standing in front of an
empty canvas staring at it. "Painter's block?" he asked.
"Yeah," Justin said still
staring at the canvas. "You're home early." He turned to kiss Brian
and a little gasp escaped his throat.
"Brian, what happened to your
face?" he asked as he gently touched the red area on one cheek. Brian
winced.
"An angry encounter
with a pissed off lesbian."
"Melanie?"
"How did you guess?"
"What the fuck is her problem?"
"She saw me give Bobby a kiss outside
the government building where we signed some papers. She jumped to the usual
conclusion that I'm a no good two timing son of a bitch and slapped me across
the face."
"I'm going to knock her senseless the
nest time I see her. How dare she…?"
"Easy, Sunshine, I'd pay money to see
that, but I'm afraid she'd kick your ass."
"No, she wouldn't, not when I'm
defending my man."
"You are so sweet," Brian cooed
pulling Justin against him and kissing the sweet lips.
"Does it hurt much?" Justin
asked when Brian released him.
"Only when I
breathe."
"Ah, poor baby. Come with me and I'll try to take your mind off
it," Justin proposed.
"Okay," Brian agreed allowing
Justin to take his hand and lead him over to the big brass bed. "Bree?" he asked as Justin began removing his clothes.
"I put her down about fifteen minutes
ago. We should have lots of time before she wakes up."
Justin removed each piece of clothing
kissing the skin beneath. He alternated that with kisses to Brian's bruised
cheek, soft butterfly kisses that barely touched the surface but somehow seemed
to draw all the heat from the tender spot on Brian's face. When Justin was
finished with Brian's clothes he gently pushed his husband back onto the bed
and proceeded to slowly remove his own clothing, leaning in for long sensuous
kisses or brushing his lips over Brian's cheek.
By the time Justin was naked Brian was
panting with desire and the short gulping breaths didn't hurt his cheek at all.
The only pain he felt was in his groin, and it was a very pleasant ache … for
his straining cock to be so far up Justin's glorious ass that they could never
be separated.
Justin lay down beside his husband and
cupped his face in his hands. "My big brave warrior," Justin
whispered. "I love you so much and I'm so proud of you."
"Why are you proud? Because I took a
beating and kept on ticking?"
Justin chuckled. "Ever
the ad man." He threw his leg over Brian's body and sat on his
husband's groin. Brian let out a groan as he felt Justin's weight and his cock
seemed to laser in on Justin's hole temptingly out of reach.
"Let me fuck you," Brian
whispered as he bit into the tender skin of Justin's neck. "I want you …
bad."
"I know and I want you right
back."
Justin rose up allowing Brian to position
his cock beneath Justin's ass. Slowly Justin lowered himself taking each
glorious inch of Brian's dick until he sat back down on Brian's groin. Brian
looked up at his lover with eyes dark with lust.
"I should come home early more
often," he smirked.
"I may never let you leave,"
Justin grinned. He relished the heat and fullness of Brian inside him. He knew
he'd have to start moving soon, but for now their joining was perfect.
"You'd get sick of me," Brian
groaned trying not to buck his hips up. He wanted to drive his dick farther and
farther into his lover until the heat and tightness took over and he forgot all
the hurt from earlier in the day.
"I'll never get sick of you. I want
you all day every day."
Brian smiled as he felt Justin rise up and
clench his ass around Brian's cock to keep it from falling out. "If those
fucking rumor mongers could see us now, they'd know how ridiculous their
accusations are."
Justin began moving faster up and down.
"Maybe we should make a tape and send them each a copy," Justin
giggled as he felt the warmth spread through his body. He loved Brian's dick
and where it was at the moment was exactly right.
"Show the wannabes how to do it right, and the rest can just drool over how beautiful you
are," Brian said as he raised his head and Justin leaned down to kiss him.
"How beautiful we are, and together
we are better than ever."
Justin's motions became faster as he
bounced above Brian. Brian drove his hips up to meet each downward movement of
his husband. Their rhythm was impeccable and they knew all the angles and
motions and tightenings and thrusts to get each other
off.
"Close," Justin gasped.
"Yeah."
Justin sat down with a thump and Brian
shot his wad up the tight channel of his lover's ass. "Aaaahhh!"
he gasped as he felt Justin come and then collapse against his chest. His arms
went around his husband cradling him against his body as the last tinglings of orgasm swept through them.
Some moments later Justin shifted feeling
Brian's dick fall away. He always felt so open and exposed after their
coupling. That was when he needed Brian's arms around him and that is exactly
what Brian did, pulling some sheets over them before snuggling close to Justin.
They both dozed off having made the world a little better for each other.
A ringing phone woke them about a half
hour later.
Brian picked up the phone on the table by
the bed. "What?" he barked into the receiver.
"Dad?"
"Gus, I'm sorry. I didn't look at the
caller ID."
"Dad, can you do something about
momma?"
"What's Melanie done?" Brian
asked although he feared he already knew the answer to that question.
"She says I'm not to see you, that she's going to try to get some sort of restraining
order. She can't do that, can she?"
"What the fuck? I don't know, Gus.
What does Lindsay say about this?"
"They're fighting. I don't know
what's going to happen."
"Hang tough, Gus. I'll see what I can
do."
"Thanks, Dad, and please hurry."
Brian set down the phone. "Fucking Hell!"
"What now?"
"Melanie has told Gus he's not to see
me and she's going to get a restraining order."
"She can't do that, can she?"
"How the fuck should I know? She's
the legal mastermind."
"Call Bobby," Justin said as Bree started to make wake up noises on the intercom.
"I'll go get our daughter."
By the time Justin returned with a newly
diapered little girl Brian was hanging up the phone from talking to Bobby.
"What did Bobby say?" Justin
asked as he handed the little girl to her father.
"He says he doesn't see what grounds
Melanie could use for a restraining order, but that she is devious enough to
come up with something. We have to wait and see what reasons she uses."
"I can't believe she would do that to
you."
"She's always hated me."
"But I thought things were so much
better."
"Until she finds an
excuse to start hating me all over again."
Justin shook his head as he watched Brian
tickling Briana's tummy. How could anyone keep Brian
away from his kids? He loved them so much.
"You know," Justin said
thoughtfully. "You were keeping the clinic quiet until all the papers were
signed and everything was in place. It pretty well is."
"So what are you saying … that we
tell them?"
"Why not? It will stop all this rumor and innuendo."
"Not by half. They're always looking
for some way to put me in my place. But it would cut the legs out from beneath
some of the worst gossipers."
"Yeah, like Michael and
Melanie."
"Then I'll have to answer all those
questions about why I'm doing this and how much money do I actually have…"
"Fuck them. You don't have to answer
anything you don't want to."
"I think that's what got me into this
mess in the first place," Brian griped.
"Well, I don't know about you but
I've had enough of this fucking shit. I'm putting a stop to it."
"And just how are you planning to do
that?"
"I'm sending an ultimatum to our
family and friends."
"An
ultimatum?" Brian
chuckled although there was little humor in his laugh.
"An ultimatum. I'll start calling after dinner."
"I love the powerful assertive Justin
Taylor, but how do you plan to get them here? What makes you think they'll
listen to your ultimatum?"
"I'm going to tell them that if they
ever considered themselves to be my friend they will be here Saturday
afternoon. I'll say that if they don't come they will be persona non grata as far as I'm concerned. And then I'll end the call
by saying that you and I have a major announcement to make."
"They'll think you're announcing that
you're kicking me out. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," Justin grinned. "All the more reason why they'll want to come."
"You are a devious man, Justin
Taylor."
"How do you think I got you?"
Justin laughed.
"I should have known I was no match
for you when you conned me into letting you stay that first night." Brian
laughed right along with his husband.
He stood up and they hugged each other
with Bree trapped between them. She giggled in
delight liking this much better than the serious conversation they had been
having before.
"Let's go start dinner," Justin
said his head full of all the machinations he would pull on Saturday.
"I hear the wheels turning,"
Brian said.
"I'm going to rip a few new ones.
There are some people who have been picking on you … and me for far too long.
It's time they saw the error of their way."
"I'm glad I'll have a ringside seat
to this extravaganza."
"You'll have the place of honor, and
I'm sure you'll enjoy the entertainment."
"I know I will," Brian laughed.
He could hardly wait. Most of their friends had no idea just how smart Justin
was and what a bulldog he could be when he felt he or the family had been
wronged. They were going to get an earful and Brian was determined to enjoy
every minute of it. They would turn on him again soon enough.
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