Blasts From the Past

Chapter 7

Brian, Justin and Leda were sitting in the sun porch sipping very old scotch and watching the stars. Brian and Justin still shared a chaise while Leda sat in one of her own across from them. Bree and Patrick had been put to bed long ago. John and Bobby had gone to their side of the cottage … long ago right after the children went to bed. The remaining three were all slightly drunk, having finished most of the bottle of scotch between the three of them.

Leda liked observing the two men together. It was a revelation, something she never had expected to see – Brian Kinney tamed, domesticated, in love, happy. She felt … envy, and that bothered her on some level. It reminded her of all the things she didn’t have, and she liked to think she had it all.

Many years earlier she had found someone that she thought might be her soulmate, her chance at love and family. It had lasted a couple of years and then it had all gone to shit. That was when Leda had decided to throw herself into her business and become the biggest success imaginable. She had done just that, and with Brian’s help, was about to become an even bigger success. But she had lost out on some things along the way, and the perfect example of those things was sitting in front of her.

Leda had thought she and Brian Kinney were kindred spirits when she first met him. She would have enjoyed fucking him if she could have wangled it, but that had never been an option even back then, she realized. Brian and Justin had been in love, even though they both would have denied it during that brief period she had spent in Pittsburgh. They certainly couldn’t deny it any longer.

A little jab of jealousy swept through her and brought out her slightly mean side. It was worth a try she decided. She cleared her throat and finished the scotch in her glass.

“Have you two ever thought about a threesome?” she asked staring across the space between them. Her voice and steady gaze told them she was serious.

“Had many of them,” Brian stated ignoring the implication of what she was saying.

“I remember a few foursomes too,” Justin laughed. Brian kissed his cheek eliciting a soft smile as they remembered their ancient history.

“I meant now,” Leda interrupted, making sure her intent was clear this time.

“Huh?” Justin asked with a frown.

“I think she’s serious,” Brian said. “Got a strap-on calling your name, Miss Leda?”

“Yeah,” Leda said simply. They could both hear the determination in her voice.

“I think you mistake us for men from your past,” Brian told her. “Those men don’t exist anymore.”

“Sure they do,” Leda persisted. “I know they’re there, just under the surface.”

Brian shook his head. “You’ve got it wrong.”

Leda was about to tell them that she could make them remember the past and enjoy every minute of it, when a little voice called from the doorway.

“Daddy, Dada,” said a sleepy little girl.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Justin asked getting up.

“Don’t feel good,” Bree said pouting.

Justin squatted in front of her and felt her forehead. “You don’t have a fever. Does your tummy hurt?”

Bree shook her head. “Un unh,” she pouted.

“Did you wake up and get scared?”

“Maaaybe,” she whispered.

“Go sit on Dada’s lap and I’ll make you some warm cocoa.”

“’Kay, Daddy,” Bree replied, a slight smile playing around her mouth.

‘She’s got them wrapped around her little finger,’ Leda thought as she watched Bree’s manipulations. Bree crawled up on the chaise with Brian and tucked herself under his protective arm. They smiled at each other. ‘And Brian and Justin love every minute of it,’ she concluded. She shook her head as she watched them. They were so perfectly happy.

“Feel better?” Brian asked his daughter.

“Yes, Dada,” Bree sighed.

“Did you think you might be missing something?” Brian asked with a little smirk.

‘Maybe Bree had them wrapped around her little finger only as much as they wanted to be,’ Leda surmised to herself. “I hope you will feel all better when your Daddy brings your cocoa,” she told the little girl.

“Where are you sleeping?” Bree asked ignoring Leda’s wishes for her speedy recovery. She thought they all should be in bed. She wanted to play with her daddies in the morning.

“I chose the sun porch,” Leda said with a little chuckle. This kid was good. “It seemed much nicer than a bunk bed in Gus’ room.”

Bree looked up at her father. That seemed like a good arrangement. “The brass bed is really cool,” Bree stated with all the wisdom of her six years.

“I thought so too,” Leda agreed.

“Here’s your cocoa,” Justin said handing Bree a cup. “Drink it carefully. It’s warm.”

“’Kay, Daddy,” Bree replied as she took a sip.

“Do you want another story when you’re finished?” Brian asked.

“Yeah,” Bree said quickly, licking the chocolate milk from her top lip.

“I thought you might,” Brian said with a smile.

“You read me, Dada. Daddy did the other one.” She meant when Justin had put her to bed.

“Okay, Squirt.”

Bree polished off the rest of her cocoa while Justin sat on the other chaise watching them. Leda observed them all.

“Ready, Squirt?” Brian asked pushing up off the chaise.

“Yes, Dada.” Bree took Brian’s hand and they headed for the doorway to the cottage.

“Night, sweetheart,” Justin called after them.

Bree stopped and gave her father one of those brilliant smiles that Leda had seen once or twice since her arrival.

“Night, Bree,” Leda added.

Bree shifted her gaze to this new woman who had come into their lives. The smile faded and then a smaller version reappeared. “Night,” Bree said gently and then she turned to accompany her father to her bedroom.

“She’s something else,” Leda laughed when they had disappeared out of earshot.

“You got that right,” Justin chuckled. “Every day is a new experience with our Briana.”

“And you love it.”

“Yeah,” Justin said with a soft breath. “I never knew how much having a child could affect you, until we had Bree.”

Leda winced. That was exactly what she had missed out on, that and what Brian and Justin felt for each other. “I’m sorry about the threesome crack earlier. It was out of line,” she apologized.

“That’s okay. There was a time…” Justin chose not to finish that statement.

“I should hit the hay,” Leda said quickly.

“I’ll move the screen. The bed’s all made up for you,” Justin said rising and moving to the end of the porch where the brass bed was screened off. “The bathroom is inside, down the hall near Bree’s bedroom. That’s the main disadvantage of sleeping out here.”

“I don’t think the walk will kill me,” Leda laughed.

“If you want to use it, go ahead. I’ll turn back the covers.”

“No mint on my pillow?” Leda joked.

“I might be able to find one,” Justin laughed.

Leda shook her head and picked up her toiletry case, heading into the house. She walked down the hall and could hear Brian’s voice, reading. She paused at Bree’s doorway, listening. It was part way open and she felt compelled to look inside. Brian was propped up on the bed reading a book. Bree lay beside him closer to the wall. Her eyes were closed and she might already be asleep. Brian finished a page or a chapter and quietly closed the book. He leaned over and kissed his daughter before sliding off the bed. He gently tugged the sheet up over Bree and smiled down on her. Leda didn’t think she had ever seen such love on anyone’s face. She hurried into the bathroom.

When she came back through the house, Justin was finishing cleaning up the kitchen from making the cocoa. “Brian’s turned in already, and I’m going to join him, so I’ll say goodnight.”

“Thanks, Justin. Tell Brian goodnight too.”

Justin nodded and Leda made her way out to the big bed in the porch. She laughed quietly to herself when she saw a foil covered mint on the pillow.

As Leda settled into the unbelievably luxurious bed, she looked out into the garden. There was no moon and the stars were hidden by clouds. As she began to fall asleep she could see flashes of lightning in the distance.

 

*****
 

“Welcome to Delta flight 203 to Pittsburgh International Airport. My name is Dijon and I’ll be your steward tonight. Pittsburgh is still reporting intermittent thunderstorms so we have a slight departure delay. Please remain seated and we will take off as soon as we’re cleared by the tower. We regret any inconvenience but we will be in the air as soon as possible. Thank you for flying Delta.”

“Well, at least we’re sitting next to each other this time,” Emmett said quietly to Drew. “I think I can handle anything as long as you’re with me.”

“Me too, Babe. And maybe if the mustard man sees us together, he won’t make a pass,” Drew added.

“We live in hope,” Emmett replied as he settled back into the seat. “I just hope the delay isn’t too long. Thank goodness it’s a late wedding. I can get in a few hours of sleep.”

“I’m sure Sean can handle it. Why don’t you close your eyes and try to get some sleep now,” Drew suggested.

“Okay, honey, and thank you for a fabulous time in the Big Apple,” Emmett said with a chaste kiss to Drew’s cheek.

“My pleasure, Babe. And I promise, we’ll take more trips to New York.” Drew’s answer was a satisfied sigh from his spouse as Emmett cuddled as close as the airline seat would let him.

“Blanket? Pillow?” Dijon asked as he sashayed down the aisle of the plane.

“Blanket, please,” Drew replied.

“Of course. Oh, Mr. Boyd, it’s always a pleasure to service you,” Dijon flirted with his captive audience. He handed the blanket to Drew.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, and please call me if there’s anything else I can assist you with.”

“Mmm,” Drew grumbled as he unfolded the blanket to drape over Emmett. Dijon went on to the next passenger.

After a while, the captain made an announcement.

“May I please have your attention. We’ve been given clearance to take off. Pittsburgh is still experiencing some scattered thunderstorms; however, they are expected to move out by the time we arrive in Pittsburgh’s air space. Please fasten your seat belts. Flight crew, prepare for departure.”

The flight back to Pittsburgh was a bumpy one; however, they made it in one piece and only a couple of hours behind schedule.

“Thank you for flying Delta. We hope you will enjoy your visit to Pittsburgh and for those of you who live here, welcome home. My name is Dijon and it was my pleasure to serve you,” Dijon said in a practiced manner to his departing guests. As Drew and Emmett deplaned, Dijon stepped closer to slip a card in Drew’s hand. “I am available for private parties,” Dijon said addressing Drew. But before Drew could say a word, Emmett got into the mustard man’s face.

“I’m sure you are, honey. But my Drewsie already has his own exclusive private party planner. He doesn’t need anyone else.” Drew planted a loud kiss onto Emmett’s lips to emphasize the point. The lovers deplaned, hand in hand leaving a disappointed mustard man in their wake.

“No takers tonight?” the co-pilot asked as he opened the cockpit door. The last of the passengers had left and since this was Dijon’s last flight for the day, he was going home as well.

“No,” Dijon said dejectedly.

“I keep telling you, you’re looking for love in all the wrong places.”

“What would you know about it, Marty? You haven’t had a date in months,” Dijon spat out.

“That’s because the man I’m waiting for hasn’t asked me yet.” Marty batted his eyes at Dijon. Marty was just as tall as Dijon and filled out his co-pilot uniform very nicely. He hadn’t been a blip on Dijon’s radar for the simple fact that they did work together and Dijon didn’t think a pilot would consider a relationship with an air steward. Dijon was quickly rethinking that situation.

“Are you suggesting...”

“I have a three day layover and a hotel room with a Jacuzzi. I’d hate to waste it on just myself,” Marty suggested.

“Me?” Dijon was flabbergasted.

“You’re the only one standing here at the moment. At the very least share a cab with me while you think it over.” They grabbed their bags then walked down the ramp.

“Marty, why?”

“Honestly, I was a little intimidated by your out and proud lifestyle. Then I thought you must be a bit of a slut. You seem to make your offer a lot. Then I realized that not many ever took you up on your offers.”

“So this is a pity fuck.”

“Not at all. I’m hoping that given time this may turn into a very long relationship. I’m tired of being alone, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m jealous of Drew Boyd and Emmett Honeycutt. They have it all.”

“Yes, they do. But I do know they work on it. It’s never easy living your life in the public eye like Drew Boyd has. And I have it on good authority that they had a commitment ceremony not too long ago.”

“Really? No wonder they look so in love.”

“You can have that look if you give it a chance,” Marty said with hope.

“Mmm, I’ve always had a thing for men in uniform,” Dijon purred as they got into a cab.

“With or without the hat?”

“With, definitely with,” Dijon said glancing up at the co-pilot’s hat.

“You can fly me anytime, Dijon.”

“It would be my pleasure to service you,” Dijon said with a smile as the taxi drove off in the direction of Marty’s hotel.

 

*****
 

“What is it, Babe? You’ve been very quiet since we left the airport.”

It was about one in the morning when Drew and Emmett made it to their Tremont Avenue apartment.

“Sorry, honey, just thinking.”

“That thing with Dijon get to you?”

“Yes, but not how you might think.”

“Explain it to me, Babe.” The lovers locked up the apartment, quickly unpacked and then headed to the bathroom to share a quick shower before retiring for the night.

“In many ways I could have been Dijon,” Emmett explained as they snuggled down in their bed. “Always looking for my Mister Right. I was quite the little slut in my day. Never saw a cock I didn’t like.”

“We all had to sow our wild oats. You told me that.”

“True.”

“And then I grew up and you were there waiting for me.”

“And I’ve been the happiest little bottom in Pittsburgh.”

“Been a pretty happy top on occasion too, Babe.”

Emmett giggled. “Touchdown!” Emmett said to prove the point. He was quiet for a minute then went on with his explanation. “I guess my point is that I was very close to being like Dijon and if it wasn’t for you, Brian and maybe a lot of luck, who knows where I’d be. I just hope Dijon finds someone to make him as happy as I am.”

“Babe, you never cease to amaze me, do you know that? I don’t think I could wish the man well who was intent on taking you away from me and yet here you are doing just that. You’re one in a million, Emmett Honeycutt. And I’m so grateful you’re mine.”

The lovers kissed, silently counting their blessings and wishing all the lonely hearts could find their mates as they had found theirs.

“I love you, Drew Boyd.”

“I love you, Emmett Honeycutt.”

 

*****
 

“Amazing,” Brian drawled as Justin crawled back up to the head of the bed. Justin’s talented mouth had just thoroughly sucked off Brian.

“Yeah,” Justin said smugly, accepting a kiss from his very satisfied spouse.

“A bit full of yourself, aren’t you, Sunshine.”

“Well,” Justin said with a shrug, very secure in the knowledge that no one could ever usurp him in Brian’s heart or in his bed. Brian could surmise what that not so innocent smirk on his lover’s face was all about.

Brian pounced.

An hour later, an exhausted, sated Sunshine, was gently snoring in Brian’s ear. The air in their room was filled with the heady scent of their sex. Brian could taste Justin’s cock and ass on his lips.

“Youth, built for speed not endurance,” Brian whispered to himself as he chuckled softly. Justin had passed out just after he came buckets in Brian’s mouth, his round ass still slightly stuck up in the air from being rimmed.

Brian rearranged Justin so that he could sleep more comfortably then covered him with the sheets. Brian patted the soft mounds of Justin’s sheet covered ass, snuggled close then drifted off to sleep.
 

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