PAR-TAY WITH BREE

Chapter 6

“Brian,” Justin said gently laying his hand on Brian’s shoulder. When Brian’s eyelids fluttered open, Justin added, “Dinner’s ready.”

Brian turned over onto his back. “Fuck!” he groaned. “I ache all over.”

Justin chuckled before he could stop himself. He cleared his throat at Brian’s sinister glare. “I saw your handiwork. The girls will be thrilled.”

“They fucking better be! I was up and down that goddam ladder a million times today. Honeycutt was just making adjustments left, right and center to see me haul my ass up and down that fucking ladder,” Brian snarked as he struggled to sit up.

“And a very fine ass it is.”

“I’m going to kill that nelly queen,” Brian moaned, ignoring Justin’s compliment.

“I’ll give you a massage before bed,” Justin promised, batting his eyelashes at Brian and hoping that would make his husband feel better.

“What kind of massage?”

“Whatever kind you want.”

“Deal,” Brian said perking up a little as he swung his legs off the bed. He managed to stand up and place his hands on his hips, before rotating them and testing whether his back would bend. “I may have been hasty,” he admitted quickly, as he felt his muscles protest. “A regular massage may be all I can handle. I feel like I’m a hundred and ten years old.”

“You look thirty,” Justin said promptly.

“You always know the right thing to say.”

“Years of practice.”

“Even if it’s not true.

“It is true. You look as good as the day we met.”

“I wasn’t thirty then,” Brian reminded him.

Justin chuckled. “You’ll always be young and beautiful.”

“Tell that to my aching back,” Brian griped.

“Come on; dinner’s ready. Debbie’s lasagna is calling your name.”

“Great, now I can be old … and fat.”

 

*****
 

A bit later the family was seated around the dinner table in the Anderson-Morrison side of the cottage. Debbie’s lasagna was quickly disappearing along with the massive salad Justin had concocted.

“More ‘sagna, Daddy,” Bree requested.

“Did I hear a please in there somewhere, Squirt?” Brian asked with an arched brow.

“Please, Daddy,” Bree amended.

“Coming right up,” Justin replied as he scooped up a small piece of the lasagna and set it on Bree’s plate. “Finish your salad too.”

“’Kay, Daddy.”

“Grandma Debbie makes the best lasagna,” Patrick said holding his plate out for another piece too.

“Yes she does,” John agreed, extending his plate for Justin to load it with another piece of the cheesy tomato concoction.

“You and Brian really outdid yourselves in the sun porch,” Bobby noted with a grin.

“It was that nelly ass queen who made us do it,” Brian griped. “He pretended to be swamped with all he had to do, and then my soft-hearted brother volunteered our services.”

“Whatever happened, it looks great,” Bobby told them.

“Yeah, but my back will never be the same,” John informed his husband.

“That makes two of us with bad backs thanks to Mr. Honeycutt,” Brian agreed.

“I’m going to massage it later,” Justin chimed in.

“I could do that too,” Bobby offered.

“Thanks,” Brian replied with a gleam in his eye. “Two twinks massaging me should do the trick.”

“I meant I would massage John’s back,” Bobby said with a laugh.

“Shit!” Brian replied, but everyone knew he was just kidding. “I’m stuffed,” Brian added pushing his plate away.

“Me too,” Bobby agreed.

“I could eat another piece,” Justin stated, dishing himself up another chunk of the lasagna. “There’s only one piece left – any takers?”

“I’ll have it if no one else wants it,” John volunteered. He looked at the kids who shook their heads and continued to eat what they had on their plates.

“Fat bottomed boys,” Brian felt compelled to state.

“Ooh, I love being called a boy,” John laughed as he shoveled in his lasagna, refusing to take Brian’s bait.

“And you love my ass whatever shape it’s in,” Justin retorted.

“Can I be a fat bottomed boy too, Dada?” Bree asked, thinking that the men seemed to be getting all the attention.

“Keep eating all of Grandma Debbie’s lasagna and you’ll fit right in, Squirt.”

“Yay!” Bree crowed when she heard her Dada’s answer.

Brian merely chuckled and shook his head.

 

*****
 

“So, do you think we’re ready?” Justin asked as they all stood in the sun porch and looked around.

“I don’t know what else you could do to make it any better,” John said.

“We could have had my mid-i-evil knights,” Bree piped up.

“Briana Victoria,” Brian said ominously.

“Sorwy, Dada,” Bree replied quickly. “I love my princess castle,” she added hastily. She turned in a circle to take it all in.

“You and John and Emmett certainly outdid yourselves,” Justin told them.

“It was mostly Emmett,” Brian gave credit where credit was due. “John and I were just the grunts for Emmett’s ideas.”

“The girls will love it,” Bobby said.

“I think it’s too … pink,” Patrick threw in.

The men chuckled and Bree glared at her cousin.

“What are you serving for dinner?” Bobby asked.

“I thought we’d have a whole roasted pig that the girls could hack hunks of meat off of, and throw the bones to Beau,” Brian stated.

Beau who was standing beside them wondering what had happened to his calm, peaceful, non-pink world, barked sharply.

“I don’t want hunks of meat, Dada,” Bree said with a frown.

“I was kidding, Squirt.”

“Oh?”

“Maybe we should take Beau’s bed into our cottage,” John said. “He might be frightened by six little girls. He’s never had much feminine influence in his life.”

“Lucky him,” Brian snarked.

“Beau loves me,” Bree stated. She wasn’t sure she liked the way this conversation was going. “He can stay here with us.”

“I think he might be happier in John and Bobby’s cottage,” Justin told his daughter.

“Is this one of those times I should be happy about not getting what I want?” Bree asked, remembering the conversation she and her father had had a few days earlier.

Justin chuckled, while the others looked quizzically at the little girl. “Yes, Bree, I think it is. I’ll explain later,” Justin said winking at Brian.

“I’d say it’s bedtime for these young’uns,” John said deciding it was time to end this discussion.

Everyone headed for their own cottages and the prospects of getting ready for bed. Brian and John were looking forward to an early night and their promised massages.

 

*****
 

“Ungh.”

“Oh yeah, right there.”

“Mmmm.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Don’t sto....”

“Brian? Brian, you okay?”

Justin gingerly scrambled off Brian’s ass. He was using it as a comfortable perch while rendering a very therapeutic massage to Brian. It was so therapeutic that it put Brian into a deep sleep, if the tiny wheezes were any indication. Justin wiped away the excess massage oil then placed a tender kiss in between Brian’s shoulder blades. Then he covered his sleeping mate with their duvet. Not in the least bit sleepy, Justin went to their kitchen to give it one last inspection.

“Hi,” Bobby said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey. What are you doing awake?” Justin asked Bobby.

“I could ask you the same.”

“It’s too early to sleep,” Justin said as he glanced at the small clock radio on the counter. It was only nine.

“Yeah. John’s out like a light.”

“Same with Brian. They did work hard.”

“Yes, but it paid off. The porch does look like something from a fairytale. You must take lots of pictures.”

“I intend to.”

“So what are you doing out here?”

“I thought I’d get an early start on baking the cookies.”

“Cookies? Isn’t Emmett doing a massive cake?”

“I convinced him to make it a little less massive than he originally intended. But it will be pink.”

“Naturally.”

“And it will have some sort of Princess Barbie on it.”

“Of course. I thought Emmett was handling all the food.”

“No. Since he’s going to be the master of ceremony, I told him I’d handle the food. And I’m keeping it simple. Hamburgers, hot dogs and mini pizzas.”

“The English muffin kind?” Bobby’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah.”

“I loved those when I was a kid. You going to make enough for all of us?” Bobby shamelessly flirted, making Justin roll his eyes.

“I’ll make enough, you know I will.” Justin smiled at his brother-in-law. Then he began to take out the fixings for chocolate chip cookies. “I’m in charge of dinner, Brian will do breakfast.”

“He is the master of bacon and eggs,” Bobby added. “Want help?”

“Sure, but I thought you guys didn’t know how to bake cookies.”

“Um...”

“You shit! You guys do know how to bake, but you make me do it!” Justin laughed as he flung a handful of chocolate morsels at Bobby.

“Uh, uh, uh! You mess up Brian’s kitchen and there’ll be hell to pay,” Bobby advised as he picked up a few morsels off the counter then popped them in his mouth. Justin stuck his tongue out at Bobby but thought better of throwing anything else. Brian did work very hard at making sure the cottage was perfection. Not that it wasn’t perfection before.

“So are you going to help me or what?”

“Sure,” Bobby replied as he took out the eggs and butter.

For the next couple of hours the brothers-in-law worked in relative silence baking enough cookies for three parties.

 

*****
 

“Hey.”

Justin heard a raspy whisper emanating from their bed. “Did I wake you?” Justin asked as he stripped down to his underwear then crawled under the duvet. He snuggled close to Brian where it was warm and inviting.

“No, but I don’t sleep as well without you,” Brian admitted in a moment of vulnerability. Justin smiled against Brian’s chest.

“You smell like sugar and chocolate,” Brian murmured as he inhaled Justin’s own scent along with the sweetness.

“I was baking cookies for tomorrow,” Justin explained.

“Ah yes. And when might we expect to be invaded by the female hordes?”

“Why do want to know? Planning a sudden trip to Kinnetik.”

“You never know when there could be an emergency.”

“And what type of emergency can there possibly be in the highly volatile world of advertising?” Justin chuckled.

“Oh I don’t know, we might suddenly run out of blue ink and be forced to use only orange.” Justin giggled. “Or the copier could be on the fritz and reproduce only prop’art.”

“That would be a disaster,” Justin smirked.

“Or maybe as I work late in my office, a handsome young intern might knock at my door begging for a meeting.”

“A meeting?”

“Yes, perhaps to discuss my expectations.”

“And what might they be?”

“Complete devotion to me and my company.”

“Oh, of course, any intern of yours must be totally devoted.”

“And he must be flexible.”

“Oh yes, flexibility is a must. Anything else?”

“Yes, he must be willing to work long hard hours, deep into the night,” Brian murmured as he rolled over and on top of Justin. “And one more very important requirement,” Brian whispered as he settled in between Justin’s legs, nibbling at Justin’s ear.

“What’s that?” Justin asked as he stroked Brian’s back.

“He must smell like sugar and chocolate,” Brian said just before he divested Justin of his briefs then made love to his intern.

 

*****
 

“Helloooo!” A familiar greeting rang out from the vicinity of the sun porch.

“In here,” Justin called out from the kitchen.

The Kinney-Taylor family was wide awake and sitting at the kitchen table having a simple breakfast.

“Coffee?” Brian asked as he got up to get a mug for Emmett.

“My, my, my, you’re all bright eyed and bushy tailed,” Emmett commented as he took an appreciative sip of Brian’s excellent coffee.

“Bree’s very excited about her party, and Justin and I had a very relaxing evening last night. So we’re all ready for the festivities,” Brian explained with a smug look on his face.

“Hmm. And I see someone has been busy,” Emmett said as he spied a huge basket filled to the brim with cookies. Justin grinned.

“When are the guests set to arrive?”

“Four o’clock, but Ashley and JR might get here at three!” Bree answered enthusiastically.

“Well then, there’s nothing else to do but relax until then,” Emmett assured them.

“Auntie Emm, where’s my cake?”

“It’s safe, honey. I’ll bring it when the time is right.”

“Okay, Auntie Emm.”

“Bree, why don’t you go see what Patrick’s up to. He may want to spend some time with you before your friends arrive,” Justin wisely suggested.

“Okay, Daddy,” Bree said as she got down from her chair then walked toward the porch.

“Brian, would you mind helping me with the cake later? It will have to be driven down here,” Emmett asked.

“As long as I don’t have to eat it, I’ll be happy to drive it.”

“A small piece of cake won’t hurt you, you know,” Emmett observed. Brian hadn’t gained more than five pounds in all the years they’d known each other. And whatever weight he did gain was muscle.

“That’s okay, Emm. I got my fill of sweet stuff last night,” Brian said with a waggle of his eyebrows as he snaked his arms around Justin. He was rewarded with one of Justin’s sunniest before the lovers tenderly kissed.

“Oh how adorable!” Emmett gushed at the sight then turned to get himself another cup of coffee, affording the lovers a bit of privacy.
 

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