Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 5

“Kinney,” Brian barked into his phone.

Brian was spending a lot of time at Kinnetik. He was working non-stop on the Lethal Bike campaign. Phase three of Leda’s campaign had been so successful that Kinnetik was now gearing up to focus on the LGBT community. Leda was also toying with a three wheel all terrain vehicle that she wanted Kinnetik to promote. Bree’s pink baby grand had been delivered and was safely stowed in the back of Justin’s Jeep.

“Brian, it’s Danny.”

“Danny? What’s wrong?”

“It’s your mother. Now, don’t get upset, she was feeling a little faint and short of breath. I didn’t want to take any chances so I called for an ambulance. She’s on her way to Allegheny General.”

“My sister...”

“I already called her and just as a precaution, I called Debbie. As you know, Claire is a little excitable.”

“Excitable, yeah...thanks.”

“Brian, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Nothing.”

“Brian?”

“I gotta go. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Brian, call Justin.”

“Yeah, sure, Danny. Good night.”

“Bri...?” Brian had already hung up.

“Schmidt!” Brian yelled into the intercom.

“Yes, Boss,” came the snappy return.

“I’m leaving.”

“Okay, Bri. Anything I can do for you?” Ted asked, hearing the tension in Brian’s voice.

“No,” Brian said as he came up behind Ted, making Teddy jump.

Ted watched as Brian left the building, briefcase in hand.

 

*****
 

He had been sitting at the bar contemplating the drink in his hand for at least an hour.

“You going to continue to stare at that or drink it?” the bartender asked.

“A little of both,” came the response.

“You want me to top it off?” the bartender asked. He was holding a bottle of Beam in his hand.

“No, thank you,” Brian said as he held his hand over his glass. “I’m driving.”

“Suit yourself,” the bartender said as he moved off to his next customer.

“Haven’t seen you in here in a while,” the senior most bouncer said to Brian as he sat on the next barstool.

“Haven’t been here in a while,” Brian quipped as he took a small sip of his drink.

“Hear you got married.”

“Not a big secret.”

“Your son’s been in here.” Brian arched a brow. “Not drinking and on his Spring break with his boyfriend. He’s a good kid. Very polite.”

Brian smiled at that remark. “Yeah, imagine that! Brian Kinney finally did something right.”

“Brian Kinney does a lot of things right.” Brian’s eyebrow went up again.

“You think we don’t know? Then you really are an asshole.” The bouncer patted Brian on the back then left him in peace. About an hour later Brian finally finished his two fingers of Beam in his glass then left Woody’s.

As Brian drove up to Allegheny General, he saw his sister leaving with Debbie. Carl had driven up to the front to pick them up. Claire was crying, Debbie was consoling and Carl was just trying to get them into the car before he got a ticket for standing in a no standing zone. Brian drove his Jeep to the adjacent parking lot to park.

“Visiting hours are over, sir,” the unit secretary said as Brian walked up to the counter.

“Can’t we just bend the rules, this one time?” Brian asked with his most innocent and sexiest smile. “I’ve just driven in from Harrisburg,” he stretched the truth, really long. He was on the phone for most of the day with Scott from the Harrisburg branch. That counted, didn’t it?

“Well...”

“Thank you, you’re an angel. I promise; I’ll only be a minute. She’s my mother.” Brian gave the woman the puppy dog eyes and it was all over.

“Just be quiet.”

“As a mouse,” Brian whispered then pretended to tiptoe down the hall to Joan’s room.

“Mom,” Brian whispered next to Joan’s ear as he bent over the head of her bed.

“Brian,” Joan answered with a raspy voice. She was trying to raise her hand off the bed. Brian gently took her hand, mindful of the IV tube that was connected to it.

“Mom?” Brian croaked.

“It’s all right. They call it a mitral valve prolapse. I’m going to have surgery in the morning.”

“Mom, don’t talk.”

“I won’t be able to in a few minutes.” Joan tried to smile.

“You got the good drugs,” Brian singsonged trying to lighten up his mood.

Joan snickered. “Son, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. Lots of people have mitral valve prolapse. They did a special on it not too long ago on the Health Channel.”

“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t a better mother to you and Claire when you were children.”

“Don’t.”

“I must, I might not get another chance.”

“Mom,” Brian growled in frustration.

“I was wrong to condemn you. I knew you were different when you were a baby. I knew you were going to make something better with your life than what Jack and I had. I was envious of my own child and used your sexual orientation as an excuse to hate you. But I could never hate you and I’m so proud of you. I love...”

“Mom?” Brian said through a closed up throat.

“Sleepy.”

“Then sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. And I’ll stop by the house.”

“Okay. Love you, Brian.”

“I love you too, Mom.” Brian watched as his mother drifted off into a medicated sleep.

He sat and watched as Joan breathed, attached to the electrodes that were hooked up to the machines that monitored her pulse and blood pressure. He knew he had to leave before someone found him. Brian leaned over and kissed his mother’s forehead.

“Is she asleep?” Tom asked as he quietly stepped into the room. He often made rounds at the hospital to offer pastoral services and was routinely notified when new patients were admitted.

“Yes,” Brian answered. “I should go,” he said as he stood up to leave.

“She’ll be fine. It’s a simple procedure. And her surgeon is one of the best.”

“You know a lot about medicine for a priest.”

“I hang out with a lot of nurses,” Tom smirked. “You know they really run the joint.”

Brian said nothing.

“Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”

“No, I gotta go,” Brian said as he walked out of the room giving his mother one last glance. Father Tom quickly made the sign of the cross over her.

“Justin with you?” Tom said as he attempted to keep up with Brian’s long strides.

“No.”

“You driving back home?” Tom asked as he slipped into the elevator, standing next to Brian.

“Don’t know.”

“Are you sure I can’t buy you a cup of coffee?” Tom asked as he followed Brian out the side entrance to get to the parking lot.

“No, I don’t want a fucking cup of coffee,” Brian snapped back. “Do they teach you how to be annoying at the seminary?”

“Yes they do. It’s the class right after the Rosary and starching your collar 101. Do they teach asshole at Penn?”

“Yes, I ran the class because I’m an expert. What the fuck do you want from me?” Brian screamed as he stood at the door to his Jeep.

“I want to know that you’ll be all right and you won’t do something stupid.”

“By stupid you mean getting my dick sucked by some trick!”

“Yes. Brian, you’ve kept your vows for more than nine years now. Fidelity means something to you.”

“Justin would forgive me.”

“I’m sure he would but that’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“The point is that you’re scared. You’re scared that your mother may die.” Brian glared, enraged at Tom. “You’re also angry about all the wasted time.”

The glare went away and was slowly replaced by sadness. “Do you know how many times when I was a kid that I wished that ‘The Warden’ would die?”

“Brian, all kids get angry at their parents and wish for something that they’d regret. It happens to all of us.”

“Even stubborn priests?”

“Yes, I was no different. Brian, call Justin. Don’t do this alone. And for God’s sake, don’t go out trolling for tricks. That won’t help and it’ll only make you feel worse.”

Brian nodded.

“Promise me.”

Brian nodded again.

“No,” Tom said, shaking his head. “Say the words. Your word is your bond. I know if you say them you won’t lie.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because I know you and I have faith. Now promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Promise what?”

“I promise to call Justin.”

“And...”

“No tricking. If I want someone to suck my cock, it’ll be Justin.”

“Good. Now, I’ll be here in the morning. Joan is scheduled for ten. Do you want me to go by her house to check on it?”

“No, I’ll head over now,” Brian said as he opened the Jeep door and got in.

“Brian, it will be all right, she’ll be fine,” Tom reassured Brian.

“From your lips to God’s ears, Padre.”

“Business as usual. Try to get some sleep tonight,” Tom said as Brian started the Jeep then drove away.

Tom took out his cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Justin, it’s Father Tom.”

“Hi!”

Tom explained the situation to Justin. “He’ll kill me if he finds out I called you.”

“No worries, I’ll blame Debbie. Actually she did call me; I was just about to leave Edna’s Treasures. Do you know where he is?” Justin asked as he gave Bree a kiss.

He briefly woke her up to let her know that her Gamma Joan was sick and that Dada was staying in Pittsburgh. John, Bobby and Patrick would be looking after her. Beau, who had sensed the tension, was already keeping vigil at the foot of Bree’s bed. Bree gave her grey bunny to Justin to give to Gamma.

“He said he was going by Joan’s house. I hope he goes to the loft after.”

“You hope?”

“He, he...Justin, I’m afraid he might do something stupid.”

“Stupid, is that another word for tricking?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry. I have faith in him and even if he did trick, he’s already forgiven.”

“You’re a good man, Justin Taylor.”

“If I am, I learned how to be one from him.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“You’re welcome, and it’s Tom.”

 

*****
 

Brian entered Joan’s house and flipped up the light switch on the wall. A couple of floor lamps lit up the room. He looked around the now comfortable and pleasant home. It wasn't that way when he was a kid.

He went into the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in its place. All neat and tidy. Brian opened the refrigerator. Taking the trash can from beneath the sink, he began to remove anything from the refrigerator that would be at risk of spoilage if Joan had a prolonged hospital stay. He’d arrange for a grocery delivery when Joan was discharged home. When he was finished, he tied up the bag, put the can back under the sink then put the trash just outside the door for him to take to the curb. Brian then went upstairs.

His parent’s room, now Joan’s bedroom, was always spartan. Jack hated anything that could possibly be construed as feminine trappings. Now the room with its soft pale yellow walls and flowered throw pillows looked and felt homey. Something that took Joan a long time to achieve. Now that she was at peace with herself, her surroundings reflected it.

Jack’s smoking room, which at one time was the den, was now Joan’s sewing room. Brian smiled at the small quilt that his mother was trying to make. It was obvious that the quilt would eventually go to Bree, if the pink and purple patches were any indication. Brian scrubbed the tears from his eyes.

He set some automatic timers to randomly turn on and off some of the lamps in the house. He set the alarm then locked up the house. Taking the garbage and placing it by the curb, Brian was ready to go.

 

*****
 

Brian stood in the middle of the loft. He had yet to call Justin like he promised.

“I’m definitely going to hell for lying to a priest,” he said with a sigh as he looked around. Nothing had changed. Gus and Ray had taken good care of the place on their vacation and the cleaning service kept the dust bunnies away. Brian took his cell phone out of his pocket.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I...I need you.”

“I’m right here,” the reply came as the loft door rolled opened and in walked Justin straight into Brian’s arms.

“Let’s go to bed,” Brian said after a while, but not releasing Justin from his hold.

“Need your dick sucked?”

“Something like that,” Brian said with a snort.

“Then let’s go to bed,” Justin said.

The lovers locked up the loft then went to bed.

 

*****
 

“Dada?”

“No, princess, it’s Uncle John,” John said gently. “It’s time to get up,” he said to a sleepy Bree.

“Where’s Daddy?”

“Your Daddy went to be with your Dada in Pittsburgh last night. Do you remember?” Bree nodded tearfully. “Is Gamma okay?”

“I’m not sure, but your Dada called and told me that Doctor Nick is keeping an eye on her. He’s a real good doctor. I’m sure he’ll take very good care of Gamma.”

“Do I hafta go to school?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you do. If I don’t take you, your fathers will get mad at me. You don’t want that, do you?” John made an angry Dada face for Bree. She giggled. Bree was quite familiar with her Dada’s angry face. And her Uncle John looked a lot like her Dada.

“Okay, Unca John, I’ll go to school. I don’t want Dada to be angry at you.”

“Thank you, princess. Would you like help with your hair?” John offered as Bree got out of bed.

“Yes, please, but can I have some cereal first?”

“Of course you can. And I bet Patrick has your favorite cereal.”

“Okay, Unca John,” Bree said as she held out her arms for her uncle. John scooped his petite niece up into his arms. He groaned as he picked her up.

“You’re getting so big,” John said as he strode through the cottage with his niece in his arms. “I have a young lady here who’s hungry!” John announced as he entered his kitchen. “Do we have any cereal?” he said as he pretended to scour the kitchen in search of cereal.

“I think we just might,” Bobby said as he took out several boxes of cereal from the cupboard and placed them on the counter. Bree made her selection then sat next to Patrick at the table.

“Your Gamma Joan will be okay,” Patrick said softly to Bree. Bree nodded her head then leaned against Patrick’s shoulder. The children waited quietly for their breakfast.

 

*****
 

A warm wet mouth was wrapped around his dick doing things that were probably outlawed in several states and most likely in a few sovereign nations as well. He groaned, arching his back upward as the very talented tongue traced the entire length of his cock and passed his balls. The tongue teased the tight pucker then gently laved the heavy balls. A loud groan echoed through the loft as the hard thick cock was swallowed to the root. Concentrating on the sensitive head, the exquisite torture continued until hot cum exploded in Brian’s mouth.

“I thought I was supposed to suck your dick,” Justin murmured when his brain was able to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Maybe later,” Brian responded.

“Since when does Brian Kinney turn down a blowjob? First last night and then now? I’m beginning to get a complex.”

Brian rolled over on top of Justin. He gazed into the beautiful blue eyes that he loved so much.

“I love you, you know,” Brian whispered.

“I know.”

“I was a fucking asshole for not telling you that for all those years. It’s important for you to know how much you mean to me and not because you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. You keep me sane, Justin. You’re the only one who ever loved me just because I’m me and not for what you could get from me.”

“Brian,” Justin murmured as he choked up. He wrapped his arms around Brian holding him close. “I love you, Brian. Always have, always will.” Brian nodded in Justin’s arms. “We have a few more hours yet, why don’t you close your eyes for a while,” Justin suggested.

“Am I too heavy?” Brian asked. He was still lying on top of the smaller man.

“Never. Just close your eyes, I’ve got you,” Justin reassured Brian.

Justin kissed Brian. Brian laid his head on Justin’s shoulder then drifted back to sleep.

 

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