Blasts From the Past

Chapter 13

The ride to the main campus of Penn State was a quiet one especially since Bree and Gus were up very early. They slept most of the way there.

The family checked into a local 5-star close to the campus. Brian had a room for Gus just in case his off campus lodgings were not up to Brian’s standards. Brian knew that Gus would be happy in a room with a hot plate, just as Brian had been so many years ago. However, times and financial circumstances had changed. Brian could well afford to make sure his son had at least a few amenities while furthering his education. And that included a room larger than a closet.

Justin had another set of priorities in mind for Gus. Justin wanted to check out the student activities, specially the local LGBT organizations and PFLAG chapter. He wanted to ensure that Gus had a safe and welcoming place to go to when he felt the need to be with other gay kids. Justin smiled to himself. He could hear Brian now, going on about yet another PSA. But Justin couldn’t help it. He loved Gus so very much that finding a safe haven for him was high on Justin’s list.

John and Bobby were just excited to be away together, with their Patrick, of course. The couple realized that they hadn’t taken any real time off together since going to St. Augustine. And they felt it would be a plus, if as a result of their trip, an interest in higher education was sparked in Patrick. John was looking forward to walking the grounds that had helped to shape the man he loved so much. He was so proud of Bobby and so much in love.

Bobby noticed the lopsided Kinney grin John sported and the somewhat sappy look in his eyes. “I love you,” Bobby whispered discreetly into John’s ear as they approached the turn off for the hotel.

Bree woke up as they were pulling up to the hotel. The reality of Gus going away was now hitting home, yet she was determined to be brave. Bree fully understood that Gus wasn’t going away permanently. And he was going to be back in a few weeks for his eighteenth birthday party. But that didn’t stop the ache in her heart. Her bestest brother was going away to school and Bree was going to miss him.

As a bellman loaded their bags on a large cart, Brian handed over the key to the Navigator to the valet. They all wanted to check out their rooms, wash up a little then go to the campus to walk around. Gus had to officially check in the following day.

 

*****
 

“Wow!” Gus exclaimed with a loud whistle as they walked throughout the campus. “This place is fucking huge,” he said loudly. “And look at all the hot guys,” Gus said in a softer voice as some hottie walked by with a wink and a smile for Gus. Gus was about to follow his destiny.

“Whoa, there, Sonny Boy,” Brian said as he reached out to grab Gus by the scruff of the neck. “You’re here to broaden your horizons, not fuck your way through them,” Brian admonished his son sternly. He excused them both then led Gus to a nearby bench to have a private word with his very eager son, while the family kept meandering on.

“Pop...”

“I’m going to say this only once and then it’ll be all up to you. I will not tell you to remain celibate or to develop a deep meaningful relationship with your right hand.”

“Pop...”

“You’ve been accepted into an accelerated business degree program and simultaneously an art degree program. If you fuck up, you may have to choose between them and while Penn will work with you, PIFA may not. There’s too much competition out there for PIFA.”

“Pop...”

“I know you’re setting your sights on Kinnetik and I will be the proudest man in the Pitts when you follow in my footsteps but you’ll have to prove to me that you have the balls to take over my company. I am not giving it to you on a platter.”

“Pop!”

“What?”

“I’m...I never...not even with Cole or Raymond...not all the...” Gus whispered and hung his head.

“There’s no shame in waiting for someone special.”

“You didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t, but we’re not talking about me.”

“Did Justin?”

“You’ll have to ask him.”

“What about friends with benefits?”

“They’re called tricks. Just don’t let it interfere with your studies and never, ever do it raw. Promise me, Gus. Say it out loud and to my face. Never do it raw. I want you around for a very long time.”

“I promise, Pop.”

“Say the words.”

“I promise, Dad, I will never ever do it raw.”

“Okay, Sonny Boy,” Brian whispered as he grabbed his son and pulled him to his chest. “I love you, Gus.”

“Love you too, Pop,” Gus said, returning his father's hug.

“Let’s go find Justin. I bet he has a bag full of brochures from every fucking club on campus just waiting for you. I don’t think you’ll have the time to fuck around.”

“Okay, Pop,” Gus snickered. Father and son got up from the bench to look around for their family. Two blond young men with trim swimmers’ bodies strolled past and made eyes at them both. “I’ll make the time,” Gus said as he trotted off to catch up with them.

Brian stood there, shaking his head.

“Hey, little bro, was that Gus trailing after a couple of blonds?” John asked as he sauntered up to Brian.

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“What’s he planning on doing with them?”

“Networking.”

“Is that what they’re calling it now?”

“Mmm,” Brian mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders. He was ready to admit defeat.

“Brian, Gus is a sensible young man. He won’t do anything stupid,” John said as he patted his brother’s back.

“John, Gus is a teenaged boy; a GAY teenaged boy. They all do stupid.”

Just then Justin jogged up to them, all smiles and with a bag of pamphlets and brochures from the various LGBT clubs on campus.

“Hey, look, Bri, this one even has a Babylon night!” Justin said as he pulled out one of the pamphlets. Justin looked just as sweet and young as the night Brian first met him under the streetlamp. His hair was nearly white in the sun, his eyes like sparkling sapphires. Brian groaned.

The Kinney brothers gazed at Justin who was innocently holding up the pamphlet then looked at each other.

“GUS!!!” the brothers shouted in Gus’ general direction.

 

*****
 

After a long day and a good meal at a local steakhouse, the family retired to their suite at the hotel. Bree and Patrick were entertaining themselves with a cartoon channel. John and Bobby decided to have a couple of drinks at the hotel’s lounge. Brian was working on his laptop, busy checking emails and updating himself on the Lethal Motorcycle campaign. Gus not so subtly snuck into his father and Justin’s room.

“Justin?” Gus said as he gently knocked on the door.

“Hey, buddy, come on in.”

Gus entered the room then sat on the edge of the bed. Justin was quietly sketching in his large pad. “What are you drawing?” Gus asked.

“You, Brian, us,” Justin replied then turned the book around so that Gus could see. On the page were several small scenes of the campus and of the family strolling around it.

“I wish I could draw like that.”

“Maybe if you practice more.”

“Nah. Besides, I like the stuff I do on the computer.”

“I like your stuff too. So, what did you want to talk about?” Justin asked after a few moments of silence.

“Um, I’m not sure how to ask.”

“You can ask me about anything.”

“Okay, here goes. Who was your first?”

“My first?”

“Yeah, your first, guy.”

“Oh, that first. He was someone very special.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, and Gus, you must know this story. Debbie loves to tell it, especially when she’s had a glass or two of wine.” The boys laughed. They’d each been a witness to a tipsy Debbie.

“Pop was your first.”

“Yes.”

“And did you always know that he was ‘the one’?”

“Yes, but it took a lot of years to convince your father that I was right.”

“Stubborn, huh?”

“Yes, that and growing up thinking he was unworthy of love. But we all know that’s a crock of shit.”

“So how did you know?”

“Know?”

“That he was the one.”

“Just something inside me. It’s like my whole world lit up the moment I saw him.”

“Maybe that was just the streetlamp,” Gus quipped then he and Justin broke out into more laughs.

“Could have been. He was high and I was scared out of my mind. But when it finally happened, he was so careful with me. He made my first time, the best time.”

“So maybe he did know that you were the one.”

“I’d like to think so.” Justin had a wistful look in his eyes. “Why all the questions?”

“Pop, says there’s no shame in waiting for someone special.”

“He’s right. I was very young and very naive. You’re different; you have an idea what to expect. I knew practically nothing. And I was lucky he found me, not someone else who may not have been as gentle. Gus, you worked very hard to earn your placement at PIFA and here. It’s very tempting to take your new freedom and fully test it. But learn from us, all of us. Learn from our mistakes and your own. You can have fun but be smart about it. And remember...”

“No tricks after midnight and never do it raw,” Gus parroted back the advice he had gotten over the years from Debbie and his father.

“Yeah,” Justin said with a huge smile and a huge hug for the boy he met on the night of his birth and the night Justin met his ‘one.’ Just then Brian walked into the room, and his eyebrow immediately arched.

“Hey, get your own twink, Sonny Boy,” Brian said as he insinuated himself between his son and his spouse.

“I’m working on it, Pop!” Gus said as he and Justin giggled.

“Good night, buddy,” Justin said as he gave Brian a little poke to the ribs then gently caressed his face.

“Night, Jus, night, Pop.”

“Night, Sonny Boy, sweet dreams,” Brian said as he gazed into his lover’s eyes, watching them grow large and dark with lust.

“Working on it, Pop,” Gus said as he left their room, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Ray? Am I calling too late? No? Cool. Yeah, I’m here and yeah, I miss you too...” Gus kept on talking into his cell phone as he retired to his own room.

 

*****
 

“Fuck!” Justin gasped. “That was a good one.”

Brian rolled away from his lover, his husband, his life. He let out a long breath as his head started to realign itself on the top of his spine. “Un-fucking-believable! I’m amazed that we can still do that.”

“We’ll always be able to do that,” Justin chuckled. “At least we better.”

“Is that a threat?” Brian asked with a crooked leer.

“No, just a statement.”

“You’d leave me if I couldn’t get my pecker up?”

“Brian! How can you say something like that?” Justin asked appalled that Brian would even think that he might leave him.

“Well, I do have a power pecker,” Brian said smugly giving Justin a little wink. He wanted his husband to know he was just kidding.

Justin relaxed a little when he saw the wink and heard Brian’s comment. But he wasn’t finished with Brian’s callous remark, just yet. “I don’t like it when you say things like that. You know I’ll never leave you,” he stated flatly.

“So you don’t like me saying that, but how can you know you’ll never leave me?” Brian asked with a frown. He wasn’t sure how they had got off on this tangent after they had just had such great sex.

“I just know.”

“Not possible to know. You shouldn’t make statements that aren’t true.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Justin demanded.

“I think you have good intentions, but they don’t always carry through.”

“It sounds like you think I’m shallow.”

“I don’t think you’re shallow at all,” Brian replied regretting his words. “I was joking.”

“Some joke!” Justin said feeling angry.

“Okay, I won’t say that ever again. You’re not shallow. I don’t have a power pecker and you’ll never leave me in spite of that,” Brian rhymed off, feeling a little testy himself.

“Brian, stop it!” Justin ordered.

“What did I do now?”

“You know what you did,” Justin replied staring at the ceiling in exasperation.

“Are we fighting?”

“You could call it that.”

“I don’t want to fight,” Brian said.

“Me either.”

“Then why are we?”

“Because you say stupid stuff sometimes.”

“Oh, and you never say stupid stuff!”

“Rarely,” Justin added smugly.

“And they call me an asshole.”

“Hey, you’re digging a deeper and deeper hole here, mister.”

“That’s me, on a journey to the center of disaster.”

“Brian, just stop. This is ridiculous.”

“I know,” Brian sighed. “Sometimes I can’t help myself.”

“I know,” Justin agreed.

“Can we go back to what we were doing before this started?” Brian asked hopefully.

“Have you got another one in you?”

“I always have another one in me. Power pecker.”

Justin had to laugh. “You just said you don’t have a power pecker.”

“I lied,” Brian admitted but he rolled over onto Justin, pinning him in place and nuzzling his neck. “I can do another one. I like not having limits.”

“Nobody has no limits.”

“I don’t have any,” Brian declared.

“Sure you do.”

“Like what?” Brian asked propping himself up on his elbows so he could look into Justin’s eyes. The rest of his body lay atop Justin’s, perfectly fitting together as always.

Justin was thoughtful for a moment. After a minute he started to speak. “I remember way back when we were separated.”

“Which time?”

“Asshole!”

“Valid question.”

“After Ethan.”

“Oh, the post Ian era.”

“Anyway, I was at Daphne’s feeling pretty lonely and lost. I was thinking about you and wishing we could fuck mid-air, you know, levitated. That would be awesome!”

“You were thinking about me all the time back then, weren’t you?” Brian asked a smug grin on his face.

“Not every minute,” Justin countered.

“Just every other minute.”

“Pretty much.”

“I knew it. You can never leave me.”

“I thought that was the whole point I was trying to make when we got into this fight,” Justin retorted.

“We’re still fighting?”

“It’s pretty bad when you don’t even know whether you’re in a fight or not.”

“With you I never know where I stand.”

“As it should be,” Justin told him earning a hot kiss for his words. “Anyway, I thought fucking in mid-air would be so hot, but that’s a limitation that even you can’t get around,” Justin explained finally getting to make his point.

“Hm…” Brian replied.

“What does hm mean?”

“I’m thinking about how we could fuck like that.”

“Brian!”

“No, listen, if we went to the circus and got those silk ropes they tie around their legs, we could be suspended together and then we could fuck…upside down.”

“How would you be able to get your dick inside me? I’d drift away every time you tried,” Justin explained thoughtfully.

“Hm, I could grab hold of you first.”

Justin shook his head. “It wouldn’t be the same. That’s not really levitation anyway. And what the fuck are we discussing this for? It’s not possible to levitate.”

“We could go to India and study with those yogis who claim to be able to levitate,” Brian suggested.

Justin heaved a huge sigh. “Shut up and fuck me, Kinney.”

So Brian did.
 

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