London Calling

Chapter 12

“Is everyone settled?” Justin asked as Brian sat down in the bulkhead seat across the aisle from him in first class. The jet was carrying them all to their new adventure to London.

“By everyone, you mean the amorous boys in the back,” Brian said with a snort.

“Yes, I mean Gus and Ray.”

“They’re all covered with a blanket and pretending to be asleep.”

Justin chuckled. Bree was sleeping beside him in the big seat and Lindsay was doing the same beside Brian. They had decided that this arrangement was the best for the long trip across the pond. Because they had purchased Ray’s ticket at the last minute, the boys had ended up in the last row of first class. Justin was well aware that being more or less on their own pleased the young men no end, and traveling first class was not to be sneezed at either.

“That’s good.”

“I said pretending to be asleep. We don’t know what’s going on under that blanket.”

“Brian, they’re good kids.”

“I know. I’m just grumpy because I can’t do the same with you.”

Justin chuckled. “We could go to the restroom.”

“At one time I’d be happy to take you up on that. However, since Emmett’s misadventure with the mile high club, I don’t think that’s wise.”

“But George was old.”

“You are not to repeat this, but so am I.”

“You are not!” Justin exclaimed hating to hear Brian utter those unexpected words.

“George wasn’t all that much older than me,” Brian said hanging his head. He hated to admit that, but he knew it was true.

“You’ll always be young and beautiful … and vibrant and sexual and handsome beyond belief and…”

“Enough, you’re making me embarrassed and … hard,” Brian whispered with a smile.

“The offer to meet in the restroom still stands,” Justin said with a wink.

“As much as I would like that, I think we need to be the adults and show a little decorum for the young ones,” Brian replied looking over his shoulder towards the back. He could see movement beneath the blanket covering the boys. “They’re doing something,” he said unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Leave them alone, Brian,” Justin said laying his hand on Brian’s arm. “Everyone else is asleep.”

Brian shrugged and did up his seatbelt again. “When did I become a prude, and when have I ever turned down sex?” Brian whispered looking into Justin’s eyes.

“When you’re trying to be a good father and a responsible adult.”

“Fuck that!” Brian said with a grimace.

“Follow me to the restroom. That’s an order, and I expect you to be there within two minutes,” Justin said. He got up out of his seat and quickly made his way to the restroom.

Brian glanced around before unbuckling his seatbelt. He walked down the aisle and opened the door to the restroom which he had seen Justin enter. It was not locked.

As soon as he stepped inside, Justin reached around him and pushed the lock across. He wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck and kissed Brian with the best toe curling kiss in his arsenal.

“I thought I told you…”

“Shut up. You’re never going to be too old for this,” Justin said.

He grabbed Brian’s zipper and slid it down, reaching into his husband’s underwear to find the treasure he wanted. Justin’s words and that kiss had had the desired effect. Brian’s hard leaking cock sprang free.

Justin dropped to his knees and took the purple member into his mouth. Brian let out a groan of satisfaction as Justin started his ministrations. No one gave head like Justin Taylor.

“Oh fucking shit!” Brian gasped as Justin’s lips and tongue did things that made Brian’s body sing. He grabbed the counter and held on as Justin continued his work.

Brian felt his balls rise up and he knew he was going to come. “Justin,” he gasped grabbing onto Justin’s blond locks with one hand while he kept the other holding firmly onto the counter. He was afraid if he let go of the counter he might spin off into outer space. “Oh fuck!” he yelped and came so hard everything went black for a second.

Brian felt Justin release his cock and stand up wrapping his arms around Brian’s waist and holding on tight. He kissed Brian’s lips and gave his husband a taste of himself.

“Better?” Justin asked as Brian’s eyes finally opened.

“Unquestionably,” Brian mumbled.

“That’s a fucking five syllable word. How can you utter such a thing after what I just did to you?” Justin asked with a little chuckle.

“Did I say something?” Brian asked.

Justin laughed a little louder. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Me too.”

“You better zip up and let me out of here. Someone else may want the toilet.”

“They won’t have half as much fun in here as I did,” Brian said zipping up his jeans.

“They better not!” Justin laughed. “Do you feel better?”

“I’m fine, and maybe now I can get some sleep too.”

“Good, I think we should. Morning will come before we know it, and we’ll be in London.” Justin turned to unlock the door.

“Justin.” Justin turned back to look at his husband. “Thanks, you know how I get sometimes.”

Justin nodded. “Yeah, and that’s why I’m here.” Justin stepped out and closed the door. Brian followed a minute later. They both took their seats and were soon asleep like everyone else in the first class cabin, including two horny boys at the back.

 

*****
 

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Bree.”

“Where are we?”

“We’ll be landing in about an hour, sweetheart. They’re serving juice and breakfast. Want some?”

Bree sat up and pushed the blanket down from her head. “Thirsty,” she said with a yawn and a stretch.

“Here, have a drink of mine,” Justin said handing her the small glass of orange juice that the flight attendant had given him a minute before. He supposed that was what had woken Bree. He hadn’t even had a drink from it yet.

Briana took the glass and promptly downed the whole thing.

“You were thirsty,” Justin chuckled.

Bree nodded. “More?”

“We’ll get some more when the flight attendant comes back.”

“’Kay, Daddy.”

“Did you sleep good?”

“I think so.”

“Come here, sweetheart,” Justin said unbuckling Bree’s seatbelt. She crawled over onto his knee and laid her head on his chest.

“Morning, Squirt,” Brian said from across the aisle.

“Dada,” Bree said sleepily. She held out her hand and Brian took it into his, until the flight attendant arrived with more juice.

“I’m going to check on the boys,” Brian said standing up.

“Do you want breakfast if the attendant brings it?” Justin asked.

“Sure. I’ll find something edible out of whatever crap they offer.”

Justin shook his head as Brian made his way back down the aisle.

“How are you guys doing?” Brian asked the two boys who were gobbling down the food on their breakfast trays.

“Great, Pop,” Gus replied.

“Me too,” Ray chirped in.

“You’re both very chipper this morning.”

“I slept great, Pop. Thanks for letting Ray come with us.”

“Yeah, thanks, Mr. Kinney,” Ray added.

“You’re both welcome, and try not to make me regret bringing … either of you,” Brian added with a wink at the boys.

“Never, Pop,” Gus laughed.

“Okay, finish your breakfasts. We’ll be landing soon.”

“I can hardly wait,” Ray blurted out.

“Me too,” Gus chimed in.

Brian shook his head and went back to his seat.

“Daddy,” Bree said as she picked at her omelet.

“Yes?”

“How come Gus gets to bring Ray to England and I don’t get to bring Ashley?”

Justin almost swallowed his tongue along with his jam covered roll. He let the question hang in the air because he had no idea how he was going to answer it.

 

*****
 

“Brian, what is this?” John asked sternly as Brian walked over to a man holding a large card with KINNEY written on it who was standing near the baggage carousel.

“Have faith, big bro,” Brian quipped as he had a few words with the man.

While Brian appeared to be confirming arrangements, John and Bobby were retrieving and organizing all of their luggage. They all tried to pack conservatively but it was nine of them and it was a lot of luggage.

“Brian?” Lindsay asked. She was feeling a bit overwhelmed and very tired. Brian wrapped his arm around her and gave her a little squeeze. Just then the man Brian had spoken to stepped closer accompanied by another man.

“Ready when you are, Mr. Kinney,” the man said. Brian nodded.

“Pop?” Gus asked with curiosity.

“Okay people, here’s the plan,” Brian began his explanation like he was having a campaign strategy meeting while the two men began to load their bags onto dollies.

“These two gentlemen are our private drivers and will be for the length of our stay. Now, before you all speak at once to argue with me, just hear me out. Number one, there’s a hell of a lot of us and no need to cram us into one car, hence getting two. Justin and Lindsay will be spending a lot of time at the gallery. They’ll need reliable transport back and forth, and this seemed the most logical and economical. This way they don’t have to rely on cabs all the time. I’m sure we’ll all be taking day trips and sight-seeing tours so we can use the other car. And lastly, have you ever seen how these people drive over here? For some reason they insist on driving on the wrong side of the road. I’m not taking any chances, nor do I intend on renting any car to do the driving myself.

“So, is anyone going to argue with me about the cars?” Brian asked as he scanned the faces of his family. Everyone, including Bree and Patrick shook their heads, no.

“Good. Now let me introduce Stuart and Nathan. They will be our drivers and guides while we’re here.”

John and Bobby were the first to step up to greet the drivers. John was treated to a double take on the part of Stuart and Nathan. He chuckled as he shook their hands.

“I get that a lot,” John said with a handsome smile. “Brian and I are brothers,” John explained. Stuart and Nathan smiled appreciatively at the other handsome Kinney.

“I’m Gus Kinney,” Gus said. He laughed out loud as the drivers became bug-eyed at the sight of the third handsome Kinney. “Brian Kinney is my Pop!”

“Let’s get this show on the road, people,” Brian commanded. The family followed the drivers as they pushed the dollies with their luggage out the doors and to the cars.

 

*****
 

“Hey Pop, look at this place,” Gus said in awe as they drove up to the townhouse that the family would call home for the next few weeks. “Is this whole house ours?”

“I believe so, but I think we should knock on the door to find out for sure,” Brian said reasonably.

They all piled out of the cars to assemble outside the townhouse doors. The drivers stood outside the cars waiting for further instruction. As Brian was about to press the doorbell, the door swung open.

“Mr. Kinney?” an efficient looking woman asked. Brian nodded. “I’m Martha Hudson, the housekeeper and Lady Rutledge’s assistant. I run the house. I’m at your disposal,” Martha said as she beckoned the family inside. She sent an under butler out to instruct the drivers and take charge of the luggage, as she showed the family around the townhouse.

“Dada,” Bree’s little voice broke through the chaos. “Sleepy, Dada,” Bree said. The long flight and strange surroundings were taking its toll on the child and on the rest of the family. Only Gus and Ray seemed to have the energy to remain excited.

Brian picked up his daughter.

“Ms. Hudson...”

“Hudson, just Hudson, sir.”

“Hudson, would you show us to the kids’ room? I think Bree and Patrick could use a nap. I think we all could use a nap,” Brian said as he looked at the weary faces of his family.

“Of course, Mr. Kinney, right this way.”

“And one more thing. Could someone give my son and his friend a map of the city? I have a feeling that they don’t need a nap.” Brian chuckled. Gus and Ray were champing at the bit ready to explore the town.

“I’ll handle it personally,” Martha replied. She smiled fondly at the sleeping little girl in her temporary ‘master’s’ arms.

After settling the family in various rooms, Martha showed the boys into her office. On her desk were several brochures and tourist maps of London.

“These are for you,” Martha said as she handed the boys an envelope each. In them were brochures of popular attractions, a map of the city and passes for the underground. “This is the phone number to the house and the address. May I suggest for this first exploration of our city, you go by car. You may be feeling energetic now but in a couple of hours you won’t be.” The boys agreed.

Placing the maps and other information in their messenger bags, the boys were ready to start their journey.

“Thank you, Miss Hudson,” the boys said cheerfully.

Hudson showed Gus and Ray out to their waiting car.

 

*****
 

“Where do you boys want to go first?” Nathan asked as he started up the car. Gus and Ray were in the back studying a tourist map.

“Can you drive us past New Scotland Yard?” Ray wanted to catch a glimpse of the famous sign.

“Your wish is my command,” Nathan quipped as he pulled out into the London traffic to do his young masters’ bidding.

 

*****
 

“I can’t believe we’re really here,” John said as he snuggled up to Bobby. They had taken a quick shower, changed into some loose sweats then laid down on the massive bed in the elegant room they were given to occupy for the duration of their visit.

“If I could keep my eyes open I’d tell you just how excited I am to be here too,” Bobby murmured as he wrapped his arms around his lover.

“Then go to sleep. We can be excited later,” John said as he kissed Bobby then followed him into sleep land.

 

*****
 

“The kids are out cold,” Justin said as he climbed into bed next to Brian.

“I know. Patrick was trying to keep his eyes open but he couldn’t.”

“Do you think they’ll be all right in that room?”

“I don’t see why not. It is the nursery, albeit a very large nursery with two huge beds.”

“But they’re sharing the room. Patrick’s not a baby. I’m sure Bree’s ecstatic or she will be when she wakes up and realizes she’ll be sharing the room with her Patrick. But I don’t think Patrick will be too happy about it.”

“Justin, it’s only for a few weeks. The room doubles as their schoolroom. I’m sure they’ll grin and bear it while we’re here. Let’s go to sleep; we can debate this later.”

“Okay,” Justin mumbled as he cuddled closer to Brian. He was out even before Brian had the chance to cover him with the blanket. Brian smiled as he too went to sleep.

 

*****
 

“Hi,” Lindsay said drowsily into her phone.

“Hi! You made it okay?” Mel asked.

“Yeah but I’m beat. These overnight flights are killers. The whole family is taking a nap except for Gus and Ray. They’re out exploring the city already.”

“Lindsay, is it safe for them to be out by themselves?”

“Don’t worry,” Lindsay said with a yawn. “Brian hired private cars for us. The boys are being driven.”

“Oh, okay. He sure thinks of everything.”

“Yeah, he does.”

“Lindz.”

“Mmm?”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“I was thinking about you just before you called. I...I had to...”

“Did you touch yourself?”

“Yeah,” Mel whispered into her phone.

“I wish I was awake enough for phone sex.”

“Tomorrow?” Mel asked hopefully. “I love you, Lindz.”

“Tomorrow and I love you too. Night, Melanie.”

“Good night, Lindsay.” Lindsay hung up the phone then allowed her hand to stray between her legs. She fell into a deep sleep before her hand could do anything remotely satisfying.
 

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