Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 10

“Kinney.”

“Hiya, honey!”

“What can I do for you, Honeycutt?”

“First, you can stop calling me Honeycutt. Second, you can answer a question for me.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you intend to host the family Memorial weekend barbecue?”

“Emm, I really haven’t given it much thought.”

“Oh? It’s only a couple of weeks away. If we’re going to do it right, we need time to plan and to inform the family.”

“WE? The last I heard it’s usually ME that grills up a fucking storm to feed the family and it’s our house that the family traipses through.”

“True, but it’s WE that usually helps, including the family.”

“True. Emm, I honestly don’t know about having a party.”

“You still recovering from Bree’s sleepover?”

“No,” Brian chuckled. “We’ve all sufficiently recovered thanks to you and your organizational skills. It’s just...”

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Joan. She had heart surgery a few days ago.”

“A few days...Brian, why didn’t you call me?”

“Emm, you just brought Richie home and it all happened so fast. One minute I was at Kinnetik with a pink piano in the back of my Jeep, the next minute I’m at the hospital arguing with Father Tom. And now my sister is going to spend the weekend.”

“Sweetie, you’re not making any sense.”

“I know. And Bree hates her pink piano.”

“Brian, please don’t take this the wrong way, but can I speak with Justin?”

“Sure,” Brian said as he brought the portable phone to Justin.

“Hello?”

“Justin, honey, it’s Emmett. What is going on with Brian? All I asked him was if you guys were throwing your annual Memorial Day barbecue and he started rambling on about Joan and heart surgery, a pink piano, Claire spending the weekend and fighting with Father Tom! What’s been going on over there?!”

For the next ten minutes, Justin calmly updated Emmett on Joan and Bree. Emmett updated Justin on Richie. The best of friends agreed, a family barbecue was just the thing to introduce Richie to the family and to celebrate life in general.

“Will you promise me something?”

“What, Emm?”

“Please take care of Brian. He really sounded out of it. You know how much I love him; he’s like the rock of this family.”

“I promise. As a matter of fact, as soon as I hang up I’ll take real good care of Brian.”

“You go, honey! Call me tomorrow; I want details. Tootles!”

Justin hung up the phone wearing a devilish smirk. He quietly went about the cottage, shutting off lights and locking up. He checked in on Bree, who was fast asleep in her room. He made sure his latest painting was protected and up into the rafters. Justin went into their bedroom to strip down to a simple white t-shirt. Wearing the innocent looking white shirt and his favorite cargo pants, Justin then went to find his spouse.

“Brian?” Justin quietly called out as he rounded the spiral staircase and walked into Brian’s office.

“Hey,” Brian replied with his nose buried in the contract he was reviewing.

“Bri?” Justin said, standing at the edge of Brian’s desk, patiently waiting for Brian to look up.

“Hmm?” Brian looked up then did a double take. Justin stood smiling a sweet smile. The moonlight shining through the glass ceiling of the sun porch bathed Justin’s pale skin with its ethereal light. The sight took Brian’s breath away and made him hard.

Brian’s eyes traveled up and down Justin’s body, taking in the still youthful physique and the innocent expression that Brian knew hid a passionate devil of a man that lay beneath.

“You are one fucking hot walking wet dream, Sunshine,” Brian growled with lust as he took his spouse into his arms to give him a deep toe curling kiss. “Bed, now,” he said as he grabbed Justin’s hand to lead him down the stairs toward their room.

When the lovers got into their room, Brian locked the door behind them then locked Justin with a look of unabashed lust and desire. As Justin attempted to take off his t-shirt, Brian stopped him. Recognizing the need in Brian to regain some control in his life, Justin allowed Brian to undress him. Justin’s t-shirt wound up somewhere near the window.

Lowering himself to his knees, Brian kissed a path down Justin’s chest and belly toward the light brown fuzz near the waistband of Justin’s pants. Brian opened the button then pulled down the zipper. Brian pushed down Justin’s pants letting them and his underwear pool around his ankles while Brian inhaled the musky scent of his lover. He nosed around Justin’s pubes, chuckling at the whispered ramble of curses that emanated from Justin.

“Cock tease,” Justin griped.

Brian laughed. “Never,” he said at he sucked down Justin’s thick hard member to the root.

“Oh God,” Justin moaned as the master of sex gave Justin a mind-blowing blowjob as only Brian Kinney could.

“Gonna come,” Justin murmured as he felt his balls draw up and his legs begin to feel shaky. Brian held him steady as he sucked hard on the head of Justin’s dick. In moments, Justin came, filling Brian’s mouth with hot cum. Brian greedily drank down the essence of his lover as Justin attempted to recover. Quickly, Brian removed Justin’s sneakers so that Justin could step out of his pants then rising back up, Brian held Justin until he was ready to move. Brian guided his lover to their bed.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” Justin complained as he got into the bed.

“You want me naked?” Brian whispered low.

“Always. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” Justin said sincerely. Brian smiled then divested himself of his clothes. He crawled onto their bed, gently lowering himself on top of Justin.

“Want you,” Brian whispered. Justin spread his legs.

Quickly grabbing a tube of lube from the bedside table, Brian prepared Justin then applied some lube onto himself. Lifting Justin’s legs to his shoulders, Brian pushed his way into Justin. After years of loving, Justin’s body opened itself willingly to Brian.

Easily finding their rhythm, Brian angled himself to hit Justin’s sweet spot time and time again. Even though Justin had come mere minutes before, he found himself growing hard as Brian thrust harder and deeper. Justin moaned, his body shuddering in response to Brian’s lovemaking. Brian watched as a thin sheen of sweat began to form on Justin’s brow.

“Touch yourself, Sunshine,” Brian commanded. Justin’s hand automatically found its way to his dick to pump it in time with Brian’s forceful thrusts. Brian felt Justin’s muscles tighten around him.

“Brian!”

“Let it go, Justin,” Brian growled. Justin arched up, groaning loudly as he came, coating his hand and belly with cum. Brian closely followed emptying himself into Justin then collapsing onto his lover.

“Mmm,” Justin murmured in sated bliss.

“Am I too heavy?” Brian was ready to withdraw and lay next to Justin.

“Never. Stay,” Justin begged as Brian nuzzled the sweaty neck, nibbling on Justin’s earlobe.

“Forever,” Brian whispered before he kissed Justin’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Justin repeated as the lover’s snuggled then fell asleep.

 

*****
 

“Hm,” Brian said as something broke through his layers of sleep. He had been having a fantastic dream about … Justin and his dick. Brian rolled towards his husband, as the noise that had interrupted his dream penetrated his brain once again. He opened his eyes. “Bree,” he mumbled, swinging his legs out of the bed.

While Justin slept on, Brian pulled on some sweatpants and unlocked the bedroom door. He followed the sounds of … music out to the sun porch. Bree was at her pink piano, playing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.

“Bree, why are you up so early?” Brian asked his daughter.

“I don’t know. I wokeded up,” she said turning from the piano to stare at her father. “I couldn’t open your door.”

Brian grinned thinking about what he and Justin had done behind that locked door. Clearing his throat, he asked, “What are you doing, Squirt?”

“Playing my piano.”

“I can hear that, but it’s still early.”

“Your door wouldn’t open,” Bree said petulantly. She had tried the door, but when it wouldn’t budge, she decided to play her pink piano instead of pounding on the door, and maybe incurring the wrath of her fathers.

“Are you hungry?” Brian asked. He didn’t want to get into why the door was locked.

“Yes, Dada.”

“I’ll get you some breakfast,” Brian said heading for the kitchen. He heard Bree start once again to practise on her piano. “I think we better get her a fucking real piano,” he muttered as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Justin found his husband and daughter sitting at the kitchen table eating Cheerios.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked as he poured himself a coffee.

“I thought you could use your beauty sleep,” Brian smirked.

“I wonder what made you think that,” Justin grinned.

“Hi, Daddy,” Bree interrupted. She knew something was going on between her fathers, and she didn’t like being excluded.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Is Gamma Joan coming today?”

“Yes, she is, and Auntie Claire.”

Bree frowned. “I don’t ‘member Auntie Claire very well.”

“That makes two of us,” Brian snarked.

“Brian,” Justin said ominously. Brian merely shrugged.

“Will Gamma Joan be here when I come home from school?” Bree asked.

“Auntie Claire’s picking her up from the hospital this morning and driving her here. They should be here when you get home.”

“Yay!” Bree reacted. “Will she bring my grey bunny?”

“I’m sure Gamma Joan will remember your bunny. Are you okay with Gamma Joan sleeping in your room?” Justin asked.

“Yep. I’ll sleep in Gus’ room. But…”

“What?” Brian asked wondering if Bree was having second thoughts about giving up her room.

“Where will Auntie Claire sleep? Will she share Gus’ room with me?”

Brian grinned. “We thought she might like to sleep in the sun porch. It seems to make for a peaceful night’s sleep.”

“Oh?” Bree said.

“You don’t like that idea?”

“Then I can’t play my piano if I wake up early.”

“I guess you better sleep in then,” Brian smirked.

Bree frowned and glared at her father. That was not the answer she had wanted.

“Go get dressed for school,” Justin advised before the two got into something. “Why do you bait her like that?” he asked when Bree had run to her bedroom.

“I wasn’t baiting her.”

“Yes, you were.”

Brian smirked. “Baited you too. You Taylor’s are so easy.”

“Remember last night?” Brian nodded and frowned. “It won’t be happening again anytime soon if you’re not on your best behavior,” Justin threatened.

“I thought you liked me when I wasn’t on my best behavior,” Brian reminded him.

“You have your mother and sister coming to stay here. I don’t want Bree upset. And you…” Justin said pointing his finger at Brian, “…best behavior. That’s an order.”

“Yes, dear,” Brian said contritely … or as close to contrite as he could make his voice sound.

 

*****
 

“Are we almost there?” Claire asked with a weary sigh. It had been so long since she had visited Brian in his home that she had forgotten how long a drive it was.

“We just passed the general store. We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Joan replied with her own sigh. Listening to Claire complain and sigh made her even more certain that she had made the right decision to spend her recovery time at Edna’s Treasures, and not alone in her own house with Claire, or even worse, trapped in Claire’s small apartment with Claire and her husband.

“I hope my husband will be all right while I’m gone.”

“Good Lord, Claire, he’s a grown man. He can look after himself for a couple of days, can’t he?” Joan asked in exasperation. She was beginning to think it was a big mistake to have encouraged Claire to stay at Edna’s Treasures with her.

“Of course he can look after himself, mother,” Claire said indignantly. “It’s just that … we’re rarely apart.”

“Poor man,” Joan muttered to herself.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, um, just that I’m glad we’re almost there. I feel a little tired.”

“You’re not going to faint or anything, are you?” Claire asked with a worried look on her face as she stared at her mother.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Joan ordered, “or you’ll kill both of us.”

“I’m a good driver,” Claire said petulantly.

“Of course you are, dear,” Joan said aloud while thinking just the opposite to herself.

“There’s the gate to Edna’s Treasures up ahead,” Joan said with relief. “Slow down.”

“I am slowing down,” Claire responded. She was beginning to wonder why she had wanted to spend time with her mother. “When did they get a gate?”

“A couple of years ago.”

“Oh.”

“Stop by that box and push the button,” Joan instructed.

Brian’s voice came over the intercom almost immediately.

“He must have been waiting for us to arrive,” Joan said with a tired smile.

“It’s Claire,” Claire said into the box.

“Come on in,” Brian said as he released the gate for them.

Claire drove along the lane marveling at all the new buildings. Joan told her about Molly and Owen having a cottage on the lane now to go along with Emmett and Drew’s place.

When Claire pulled to a stop in front of Edna’s Treasures, the front door opened and Brian and Justin came out to the car.

“How was the trip, mother?” Brian asked as he opened the door for her.

“Tiring.”

Brian took his mother’s arm and felt her lean against him. “Let’s get you settled in Bree’s room. You can lie down and rest for a while.”

“That sounds heavenly,” Joan said softly.

Brian started walking her towards the door. Justin saw Claire standing at her side of the car watching her brother and her mother totally forget about her as they went inside the house.

“Claire,” he said gently, “have you got some bags?”

“Oh, yes, thank you, Justin. They’re in the trunk,” Claire replied pushing the button on the key ring to open the trunk.

Justin carried the two bags into the house with Claire following him. “There’s a pot of coffee in the kitchen if you’d like some.”

“Do you have any tea?” Claire asked.

“Um, sure. I’ll drop this off for Joan and be right back.” Justin set Claire’s bag down and carried the other one down to Bree’s room. Joan was already lying on the bed covered with one of the colorful quilts they kept in Bree’s closet. She looked very tired.

“I’ll hang things up for my mother,” Brian whispered. “Can you entertain Claire?”

“Sure! Give me the easy job, why don’t you!”

Brian chuckled as he unzipped Joan’s bag. Justin headed back to the kitchen.

“I’ll put the kettle on for tea,” Justin said as he saw Claire sitting at the kitchen table. He filled the kettle and set it on its base to boil.

“Thanks.”

“Regular tea all right?”

“Do you have any raspberry zinger? I quite like that.”

“Um, I’ll check,” Justin said pulling out a box of flavored teas that someone had given him at Christmas.

“Is mother okay?”

“She was lying down when I went in. Brian is unpacking her things. I have a raspberry treat tea,” Justin said hopefully.

“I guess that will have to do,” Claire said with a sigh.

Justin poured the boiling water over the teabag in a mug and carried it over to Claire. “Do you take anything in it?”

“Milk.”

“Right,” Justin said going to the fridge for some milk. Why did he suddenly feel like the hired help? He handed the jug of milk to Claire who had been bobbing the teabag up and down in her mug.

“Where am I going to sleep?” Claire asked as she fixed her tea with the milk. “Gus’ room?”

“Um, it has bunk beds and Bree’s going to sleep in there. Brian and I thought you might like to sleep in the sun porch.”

“The sun porch? You mean I don’t even get a room?”

“I guess you could share Gus’ room with Bree … or there’s a futon in the office in the attic.”

“Attic? Am I going to be treated like a poor relative?” Claire asked. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Um, maybe you should talk to Brian about this,” Justin said hastily.

“Talk to Brian about what?” Brian asked as he came in from Bree’s room.

“How’s mother?” Claire asked.

“Sleeping.” Brian poured himself a coffee.

“Claire doesn’t seem to like the idea of sleeping on the sun porch,” Justin explained.

“Why the fuck not? Everybody loves sleeping there.”

“But there’s … no privacy.”

“You’re in a house full of gay men. Privacy is not really an issue.”

“Well, it is for me … gay men or not,” Claire declared.

“Claire, there is a screen around the bed, and I promise you’ll have the utmost privacy.”

“I … I don’t know,” Claire said hesitantly.

“We could get Bree to sleep out there, and Claire could have Gus’ room,” Justin suggested.

“Whatever the fuck Claire wants!” Brian said with finality and made his way up to his office.

Justin smiled weakly at Claire. How the hell was he supposed to keep her occupied until Bree got home from school?
 

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