Pride Goeth...
Chapter 9
“Okay, I’m not sure, but I’ll let you know.” Justin closed his cell phone.
“Not sure about what?” Brian asked as he joined Justin in the sun porch for a
mid morning cup of coffee.
“About marching in the PRIDE parade.”
“PRIDE parade? Why the fuck would you want to do that?”
“Um, Bri, we are gay.”
“And your point would be…?”
“We should support our community.”
“I don’t belong to any community,” Brian declared, using the familiar mantra he
had always quoted.
“You are so full of shit. What about the community you’ve created at Kinnetik?”
Brian nodded reluctantly. “The Jason Kemp Center community?” Brian glared at his
husband but nodded in agreement. “To say nothing of the Liberty Avenue community
and the community out here where you’re largely responsible for building a new
high school. Then there’s Camp Little Flowers and the Farm and…”
“Fuck! Stop! I can’t stand it,” Brian said shaking his head in disbelief. “When
did I become so … old … and staid and … respectable?”
Justin chuckled and leaned over and kissed his husband’s cheek. “You’re none of
those things. To quote Michael you’ll always be young and beautiful. And you’re
scary as hell. I never know what you’ll do next. That hardly makes you staid and
respectable.”
“Thanks … I think,” Brian replied.
“So, what do you think about marching?”
“I’ve never marched in the fucking parade and I don’t intend to start now.”
“That sounds suspiciously staid to me,” Justin said with a wicked grin. “You
sound to me like you’re stuck in your old ways.”
“Did I hear old in that sentence?”
“You did … and you wouldn’t want that concept attached to your name in any way,
now would you?” Justin asked sweetly batting his blond lashes at Brian in his
most adorable manner.
“What the fuck started this idea in your little head? Who were you talking to on
the phone when I came in?”
“Emmett.”
“Fuck! I might have known that big fairy would be behind this. Why is he touting
the PRIDE parade? He hasn’t marched for years either.”
“He’s marching this year, and so is Richie. It’ll be his first time.”
Brian raised a brow. “Emmett’s taking his new son to march in the PRIDE parade?”
“That’s right.”
“Isn’t that a little quick to expose the boy to what happens on PRIDE week?”
“You know that Richie likes to dress up. Emmett thought it would be a good
chance for Richie to do that. He’s trying to make the boy feel better about what
he is and does. Emmett’s going to dress up too.”
“As what, Cinderella’s fairy godmother?”
“That would be appropriate, but no. He thought he might wear the pink suit he
wore when we crashed Michael’s party.”
Brian laughed out loud. “Does he really think he could fit into that thing?”
“I bet he can. That’s what he says he’s going to wear … and they have a dress
for Richie.”
“He wants you to march with him?”
“He thought it would be nice to have a little group walk with them. He was
getting Debbie to alter Richie’s dress and she hauled out some pictures of
Michael’s party. He thought we could relive that auspicious moment in our
lives.”
“Mikey won’t like the reminder.”
“He’s okay with it. He knows he was an ass that night.”
“And for most of the time he was with Dr. Dave. Pretentious snobs, both of
them.”
“I had fun at that party,” Justin laughed remembering.
“Yeah, so did I,” Brian said with an evil glint in his eye.
“You and that waiter,” Justin replied shaking his head at the memory. Brian had
been at his seductive best that night.
“Yeah,” Brian said with a faraway look in his eye.
Justin frowned. “Do you miss that life?”
“Yeah, sometimes,” Brian admitted. Justin winced. “But I like this life a whole
lot better.”
“Right answer, buddy,” Justin said with a big smile. “What do you say about
reliving that life for one day?”
“You really want to march in the PRIDE parade?”
Justin nodded. “And I’d love to see you in those snakeskin pants once again.”
Brian laughed. “You think those were pants? I had the snakeskin look painted on.
I was actually naked.”
Justin laughed too. “You might as well have been naked. They left little to the
imagination.”
“That’s exactly what they were supposed to do.”
“Do you still have them?” Brian shook his head and looked sheepish. “You don’t
have them anymore?” Justin asked disappointed.
“Unfortunately I do have them,” Brian said. “They cost me a fucking fortune.”
“So, wear them.”
“I don’t think I can get into them anymore,” Brian admitted sadly.
“Sure you can. You haven’t put on a pound in all the years I’ve known you.”
Again Brian shook his head. “I’d look ridiculous.”
“You’d look hot! You always look hot.”
“Justin…”
“Come on, let’s get them out and you can try them on.”
“Fuck!” Brian said as he let Justin pull him to his feet. Taking Brian’s hand,
Justin led his reluctant spouse into their bedroom.
“I can’t make it meet,” Brian said dejectedly as he tried to hook the top catch
on the snakeskin pants. It had taken them quite a while to get Brian poured into
them. They had to be rolled on each leg and eased up gradually. With Justin’s
help they had finally got them all the way on, but Justin’s ministrations had
caused that special part of Brian’s anatomy to show its appreciation. Brian
pulled Justin against him and rubbed his erection against Justin’s groin.
“Stop that,” Justin ordered. “We just got these things on and now you want to
take them off.”
“I can just open them,” Brian said with a waggle of his brows.
“They do feel amazing,” Justin agreed. He could feel the smooth fabric against
his legs. His own shorts were getting rather tight at the moment too.
Brian took that as an affirmative and unzipped the pants. His erection sprang
free before he pushed Justin towards their bed. Justin dropped his shorts and
leaned over the end of their bed as Brian quickly entered him from behind. Their
fucking was hot and intense and rather rough. Justin kept grabbing Brian’s
thigh, running his hands over the snakeskin. Brian drove into Justin’s luscious
ass with a fury that he hadn’t felt in many days. Maybe these pants were magical
after all.
Finally they climaxed as Brian fell atop his mate. They lay panting like that
for a few minutes till their breathing leveled off.
“That was fucking hot!” Brian said when his voice started working again.
“I always loved those pants,” Justin said with a little chuckle.
“They do seem to have some special properties,” Brian observed as he rolled away
and sat up. “I wonder if I can get these things done up now that I’ve worked off
a pound or two.”
“I’m sure you can. I’ll help you,” Justin offered as he wiped himself off and
pulled his shorts back on.
“That might not be such a good idea,” Brian said. “Look what your help just
caused.” Brian stood up and easily zipped up the snakeskin pants. He pulled the
clasp together at the top and it did up. “Voila!” he said proudly earning a big
smile from Justin.
“Daddy! Dada!” Bree yelled as she burst through the door of their bedroom. “I’m
hungry.”
“Shit!” Brian whispered to Justin. “We should have locked the fucking door. If
her stomach had spoken a few minutes sooner, she would have…”
“But she didn’t,” Justin replied thankfully.
Bree was standing in the doorway staring at her Dada. “What’s that?” she asked
pointing at Brian’s snakeskin pants.
“Just some old pants I was trying on,” Brian replied quickly.
“They look like Daddy painted them on you,” she observed.
“Smart girl,” Brian laughed.
“I am smart,” Bree replied. “Why are you trying them on?”
“Dada and I might march in the PRIDE parade,” Justin said by way of explanation.
“Dada might wear those for the parade.” Brian glared at his husband.
“I like parades,” Bree said. “Can I march too? I could wear one of my pink
dresses.”
“One of your multitudinous pink dresses,” Brian said with a smirk.
“Yay! I’ll go pick one out,” Bree said running out of the room to go make her
selection of a dress for the parade.
“I thought she was hungry,” Brian observed.
“She has her priorities.”
“So, I guess we’re marching in the fucking parade.”
“Looks that way,” Justin said with a wink.
“How do I get myself into these things?”
“Must be because you’re doing your best for all the communities you belong to,”
Justin said with a smirk.
“So, what are you going to wear? Do you still have that sexy, little crop top?”
Justin laughed. “No, unlike your thousand dollar pants, it didn’t cost me
anything. It’s long gone.”
“Too bad,” Brian replied. “You looked like a nasty little boy that night.”
“I can make another one really easily,” Justin volunteered.
“I think I’d like that.”
“Anything for you, you sexy devil in the skintight pants.”
“Let’s go see what our daughter is cooking up for this parade. I can’t believe
I’m actually agreeing to do this.”
“It’ll be all right, my big Smoosh,” Justin said as they walked out of the
bedroom.
*****
“I thought Halloween was months ago,” John said as he walked into Brian’s
kitchen, spying the interesting piece of apparel that happened to be adorning
his brother’s lower half. That famous Kinney eyebrow, that he shared with Brian,
arched. Justin laughed.
“He made me put them on,” Brian said pointing to his not so innocent spouse.
Justin was fixing dinner for Bree and the family.
“Uh huh. And since when can anyone make you do something you really don’t want
to do?” John asked with an accusatorial tone.
“Since my darling spouse declared that as a responsible member of the gay
community, I should march in this year’s PRIDE parade with the rest of our
family who will be marching in support of Richie. This will be his first PRIDE,
and he and Emmett will be marching in drag,” Brian sneered.
“So in other words, Emmett called Justin to beg and Justin batted his eyelashes
at you,” John summarized as he snatched a piece of sliced pepper off the cutting
board and popped it in his mouth.
“Exactly,” Brian confirmed.
“And why the pants? Which by the way should be outlawed. No man should have the
right to look that good.”
“My spouse took me on a journey down memory lane and we wanted to see if I could
still fit into them,” he said, briefly describing their history.
“Of course you did. Brian, I...” Whatever John was going to say next was cut off
by Bobby when he came into the kitchen.
“Holy shit! What are you wearing and where can I get a pair like that for John?”
the red head asked with his eyes bugging out. He was practically drooling. He
couldn’t help but run his hand down one of Brian’s legs to feel the fabric.
“Hey!” John and Justin both griped as Brian purposely went to the refrigerator,
bending as he opened it so they could all get a good view of his snakeskin clad
ass.
“You know, Sunshine, I may just enjoy this year’s parade after all,” he said
with a smirk then bit into an apple.
John groaned as Bobby nodded appreciatively.
“I think I created a monster,” Justin moaned with a frown as he continued to
prepare dinner.
Just then Bree ran into the kitchen. “Dada, I need a new dress for PRIDE! Mine
are sooo last season,” Bree announced. Now Brian groaned.
“She is without a doubt your daughter,” Justin said as he and John laughed.
Brian scowled at them while Bobby kept quiet, still admiring the pants and what
was in them.
*****
“So is Brian going to march?” Debbie asked Emmett via the phone.
“Of course he is. You know he’ll do anything for our little Sunshine.”
“Emm, Brian has never marched in the parade. What makes you think he’ll do it
this year?”
“Because now he’ll be doing it for his family. He’ll do almost anything for his
family,” Emmett logically declared.
“Yes, he would,” Debbie agreed. She knew just how important family was to her
first lost boy. “Sooo...”
“Sooo, we start the gay grapevine and tell everyone we know that the
Kinney-Taylor family and all its members will be marching in this year’s
parade!” Emmett and Debbie laughed with glee. “Tootles, Deb, I have some phone
calls to make!”
“Bye, Emm. I have a few calls to make myself.”
*****
“Hey, what took you so long? I was beginning to get worried,” Gus asked as he
met the late Greyhound bus that was bringing Ray from New York to Pittsburgh.
“There was an accident on the highway; it was backed up for miles,” Ray
explained.
“As long as you got here,” Gus said as he discreetly ran his hand down Ray’s
cheek.
“Yeah. Are we staying with your moms?” Ray asked as they walked out of the bus
terminal.
“No, Pop gave me the okay for us to stay at the loft. We have a whole week
together there, but we do have to make an appearance for dinner sometime.”
“I figured that. How are they? Things were kinda tense after the barbecue.”
“Still tense, I can’t wait until I stay at Edna’s Treasures for July. I don’t
understand why Mama makes such a big stink over some things. It’s not like JR is
planning to run away and marry Curtis. They’re just friends and what if they do
get together. Curtis is cool and he likes JR.”
“They’re parents, Gus, and parents get stupid sometimes.”
“I guess so. But it seems just when things are really good between Mom and Mama,
something happens to fuck it up. I just wish they’d chill like Pop and Justin.
They’re so good together no matter what happens.”
“Yeah, my dads are cool like that too. Must be a lesbian thing.”
“Maybe. Come on, mom let me borrow her car this time so we don’t have to walk.”
“Cool!” Ray said as he followed Gus to where the car was parked.
“Hey, is that guy still stalking you?” Gus asked as he carefully pulled out into
traffic.
“Yeah, sorta. I’m glad you’re coming for our PRIDE week. Maybe he’ll get the
hint that I’m taken.”
“He better,” Gus growled low a la his father.
“Yeah,” Ray murmured. They drove to the loft in silence.
*****
“Mama, can I march in the PRIDE parade this year?” JR asked Mel. They were
quietly enjoying dinner for a change.
“Sure baby, of course you can,” Mel happily replied. “Your mother and I will be
marching with the equal marriage rights movement.
“Oh,” JR said softly.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Lindsay asked hearing that tone in JR’s voice.
“It’s just that I want to march with PFLAG?”
“PFLAG? What the fuck for?” Mel asked indignantly.
“Well I am a member.”
“Yeah, so? We should march as a family.”
“I will be. The family is going to march with PFLAG this year.”
“No, YOUR family is marching with the equal marriage rights committee this
year.”
“Mel, why don’t we ask JR why she wants to march with PFLAG,” Lindsay asked
reasonably, but knowing this was going to lead to another argument.
“I got a call from Curtis...”
“I knew it,” Mel screamed as she stood up from the table. “And I suppose his fag
fathers will be marching as well.”
“Yes, I think so. Me and Curtis are members of the Rainbow club at school and
we...”
“I forbid you to march with them. If you don’t march with us, you don’t march at
all!”
“Melanie, you’re being unreasonable.”
“How did I know you’d take her side in this?”
“I’m not taking sides. I see nothing wrong with JR wanting to march with the
family in PFLAG.”
“What do you mean with the family? I thought it was just Curtis and his family.”
“No it isn’t. I got a call from Debbie earlier. She said that the whole family
is going to march with PFLAG with the GLC.”
“The whole family?” Melanie’s suspicious mind would pick up on that.
“Deb said that Emmett wants to introduce Richie to PRIDE. They’ll be marching
cross-dressed.”
“Oh, well, if it’s in support of Richie then maybe it’ll be all right. That boy
needs to feel a part of something.”
Lindsay and JR began to relax.
“I thought you meant that Brian was finally going to get off his pedestal and
march.”
“Well, Debbie did say....”
“I knew it! You won’t march with me but you’d march for that asshole. That
fucking rots! JR, if you don’t march with me and your mother, you don’t march at
all.”
“I hate you!” JR shouted as she ran from the kitchen and up to her room.
“Melanie!” Lindsay shouted in shock.
“I won’t budge on this, Linds. JR is my daughter not his; I’ve had enough of his
inference. I can’t do a thing about Gus, but I can put my foot down when it
comes to my daughter.”
“Our daughter, Mel. PRIDE is about being proud of yourself and having freedom of
choice. If you can’t or won’t understand that then I won’t march with you
either,” Lindsay said as she left the kitchen as well.
“I won’t give in. Not this time,” Melanie said to herself all alone in her
kitchen.
*****
“Daddy?”
“What’s wrong, honeybun?” Michael asked JR hearing her sniffle on the phone.
“I can’t take it anymore. Can I live with you and Uncle Ben?”
“Can’t take what, baby?”
“Mama. She said that if I don’t march with her then I can’t march at all in the
PRIDE parade. Daddy, I want to march with the family.”
Michael was silent for a moment. He had never encountered this problem before
and he wasn’t sure what the mother of his daughter would do.
“Daddy, you still there?”
“I’m here, honey.”
“Can I come over there? Please, Daddy.” Michael could hear her crying.
“All right, honeybun. Give me some time to talk to Ben and we’ll drive over.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” JR said with relief. “I’ll be waiting. Bye, Daddy. I love
you.”
“I love you too,” Michael replied before he hung up the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Ben asked hearing Michael’s end of the conversation.
“Plenty,” Michael replied then filled in his spouse.
“Michael, I agree, Melanie has gone a little too far this time. But I think we
need help when we pick up JR.”
“Brian?”
“No, your mother.”
Michael nodded; his mother was the only one in the family that Melanie ever
really listened to. “Okay, I’ll call her,” Michael said as he picked up the
phone.
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