Sins of the Father
Chapter 11
The next day Brian and Justin decided to
take things easy. It would be their last day before John, Bobby, Patrick and
Bree arrived to join them.
They woke late having fucked away a good
part of the night. The plan was to spend the day by the pool, soaking up
sunshine and gaining as much sleep as possible. The sleep, fuck, sleep plan had
worked quite well during their stay in
Having enjoyed his coffee while Justin had
brunch, Brian staked out a pair of chairs by the pool. He made sure there was
an umbrella for Justin, not wanting that delectable body to get sunburned. They
dozed beside the pool until they heard someone saying, "Brian,
Justin." That brought them back to reality.
"Hey, Simon, Ken," Brian greeted
the two men they had spent a lot of time with since arriving in
"We're off to do some last minute
shopping. We leave tonight," Simon said.
"Oh, that's too bad. I assumed you'd
be here until Sunday," Justin said.
"We both decided we'd go home tonight
and take Sunday to recuperate," Ken laughed. "I think I need to get
some of the alcohol out of my system before I go back to work."
"And here I thought we could have a
lost weekend starting tonight," Brian smirked.
"A very tempting offer indeed,"
Simon smiled. "But I think we better stick to our original plan."
"What time's your flight?" Brian
asked.
"Nine tonight."
"Then let us treat you to an early
dinner before you go to the airport," Brian suggested.
Simon looked at Ken and they both nodded.
"I had been thinking that this might be goodbye," Ken said slowly.
"We've really enjoyed spending time with you two. The last thing we
expected to find this week was
friends. I hope you don't mind me calling you
that."
Justin smiled. "I think that's a
beautiful word."
Ken looked at Brian who nodded and said,
"Sounds good to me."
Simon and Ken headed out for their
shopping while Brian and Justin decided it was time for a dip in the pool.
After swimming around for a few minutes, they climbed out and sat along the
edge of the pool.
"You can't stay here long; you'll
burn," Brian said.
"Jesus, Brian, I'm not a baby."
"You're my baby," Brian smirked.
"Yes, daddy," Justin said in a
husky voice.
"Don't call me that," Brian
frowned.
"If you're going to act like one,
I'll call you one."
"Twat!"
"That's me. Now, I'm staying here for
ten minutes, and then I'll get out of the sun.
"Okay," Brian agreed grudgingly.
"I'm just doing what's best for you," he grumbled.
"Sometimes, I like to make that
judgment for myself," Justin said defiantly.
Brian shook his head but said nothing
else. They dangled their feet in the water and leaned back in the sun.
After a minute, Justin said, "Brian,
have you had a good time?"
"I always have a good time when I'm
with you."
Justin smiled his radiant smile. "I
know you didn't really want to go to Disney World, but I'm glad you went
with
me."
"It was fine."
"Was it really?"
"If you didn't make me do some of
this shit, I'd never experience anything," Brian chuckled.
"So you don't really mind?"
Brian shook his head. "Before I met
you, my world consisted of work,
"And thousands of tricks,"
Justin supplied.
"Yeah, those too," Brian
chuckled. "The thought of being in
"More like
"Yeah."
"So, you never answered me. Do you
mind that I brought you here?"
Brian leaned over as if to kiss Justin.
Instead he used his bigger size to push Justin back into the pool.
Justin came up sputtering and annoyed.
"Hey!" he yelled.
Brian jumped in beside his angry husband,
and pulled him struggling into an embrace. "I don't mind at all, little
twat. I love you." He then planted a long sensuous kiss on Justin's mouth
so that the man couldn't say another word. When the kiss ended, Brian leaned
his head against Justin's.
"I think it's time for me to get out
of the sun," Justin whispered. "I think I should lie down for a bit
up in our room. Want to come with me?"
Brian nodded and taking Justin's hand they
quickly climbed out of the pool.
As they were gathering up their
belongings, Justin asked, "You're sure you won't mind coming with
me?" Justin's giggle could be heard around the pool.
"Triple twat!" Brian yelled as
he chased his husband to the elevator.
Some time later as they lay recuperating
on their bed, Brian reached for his cell phone. "I'm going to phone
home."
"You just want to talk to Bree,"
Justin chuckled.
"Do you think she'll answer?"
Justin swatted his husband and then got up
to go to the bathroom. He could hear Brian on the phone.
"Bobby, it's Brian. Are you guys
ready to come down here tomorrow? That's good. We'll be waiting for you at the
airport. Yeah, we've had a good time."
Justin smiled at that statement before he
flushed the toilet. He walked back out into the suite in time to hear Brian ask
to speak to Bree. He grinned at his husband who scowled back at him. Justin
wasn't sure how Brian had made it through a week without their daughter. But he
had, and so had Justin. It would be good to have the little one back in his
arms tomorrow though.
Justin sat down on the bed and scrunched
up against his husband, putting his ear to the phone so he could hear what Bree
said.
"Dada?"
"It's me Squirt, and your daddy's
right here beside me too."
Bree squealed with delight and called out,
"Daddy!"
"I think she's happy to hear from
both of us," Brian laughed, as Justin said hello to his little darling.
"Where are you?" Bree asked.
Brian could hear the beginnings of tears
in her voice. "One more get-up, Squirt, and then Uncle John and Uncle
Bobby are going to bring you on the plane. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Patwick too?" Bree asked.
"Patrick too," Brian assured
her. "You're my big, brave girl who goes to school, so I know you'll be
good until you get here. I'll be waiting for you."
"Me too, sweetheart," Justin
added into the phone.
"Okay, Dada, Daddy. Luv you."
"We love you too, Squirt. See you
soon." Brian closed the phone and dropped it onto the night table.
"Christ, I miss her."
"Me too," Justin said snuggling
up against Brian. "I wish she was here right now." He laid his head
on Brian's chest and held on.
"One more get-up," Brian said
and raised Justin's head to kiss his mouth. "I guess we better get dressed
if we're going to take Ken and Simon to dinner."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
They met Ken and Simon in the lobby and
decided to eat at the restaurant in the hotel, since Ken and Simon had already
checked out and their luggage was being held for them there. Seated around the
table, Ken broached the subject he and Simon had discussed.
"Brian, Justin, we've really enjoyed
being with you guys this week. Thanks for making our time in
"We wanted to ask you if you ever get
to
"I do for business
occasionally," Brian replied. "Justin has had a couple of shows
there."
"Well, we wondered if the next time
you came to
"That's really nice of you,"
Justin smiled. "I don't know how soon a trip to
Brian nodded. "I don't think I've
given you my business card." He pulled out one and wrote his home number
on the back along with his cell. He handed it to Ken who gave him one of his.
Justin and Simon did the same thing.
Dinner was kind of quiet after that, each
person knowing that their time together was almost over. They chatted about
current events and the drag queens and their trip to Disney, but it all seemed
a little sad with the break-up of their little group.
When dinner was finished Brian and Justin
put their new friends in a cab and waved goodbye.
"I'll miss them," Justin said,
"Surprisingly, so will I."
Brian put his arm around Justin and they
went back into the hotel.
"Brian!" a female voice called.
Brian looked around to see a group of the lesbians standing at the entrance to
the bar. "Come have a last drink with us," she asked. "We're all
leaving early in the morning.
Justin felt Brian groan silently. He
pulled his partner over to the group and they all went into the bar.
"We just love you two," Myrna
said to Brian. "We'll all miss having you around." All the women
nodded their agreement.
Brian opened his mouth, but Justin jumped
right in. "It's been
lovely meeting all of you. We hope you have a safe
trip home tomorrow."
The waiter took their drink orders and
that kept Brian from saying anything untoward.
"When do you leave, Brian?"
Myrna asked. She seemed to be the official spokesperson of the group.
"We leave next week. We're going to
"Oh, isn't that nice," one of
the other women said. Her name might have been Dawn.
"Your little girl will miss you, away
for two whole weeks," Myrna stated.
"She's flying in tomorrow,"
Brian said with a smile.
"All by herself?"
"Fuck no!" Brian reacted.
"Brian's brother is bringing her down
here," Justin said quickly.
"Will he be staying with you?"
Myrna asked.
Brian nodded, downed his drink and stood
up. "We have to go, Sunshine. I have that appointment in three
minutes."
"An appointment at this time of
night?" Dawn asked.
"An appointment," Brian repeated
grabbing Justin's hand and pulling him out of his chair.
"Thanks for the drink," Justin
called as he was dragged away. "Brian, that was really rude. You lied.
What appointment do you have?"
"The one with your dick
three
minutes from now
in our room. We're back on our sleep, fuck, sleep schedule
for one more night."
The elevator door closed behind them.
*****
"DADA! Dada, Dada, Dada!"
Briana's little voice squealed out across the baggage claim area as Bobby
carried her. The little girl spied her father pacing across the floor. Patrick
was riding high on John's shoulders as they walked towards their designated baggage
carousel.
"Squirt!" Brian shouted as he
caught a glimpse of Bobby's red hair and Bree's blond. Briana squirmed her way
out of Bobby's arms and ran as fast as her little feet could carry her and into
her dada's arms. Brian scooped up the little girl, swung her around then kissed
her all over her little face. Briana giggled and cried at the same time. Brian
was close to tears himself. With Bree in his arms he grabbed Bobby, hugging him
close into his chest and reached out for John and Patrick.
"Thank you, thank you for bringing
her to me," Brian whispered. The three men with children huddled closely
for several moments.
"Daddy?" Bree's tiny voice broke
through their moment as she searched for her daddy Justin.
"Soon, baby, soon. Daddy's outside
getting us a big car." Brian tried to explain Justin's absence to all.
"Big car?" Briana asked.
"Very big car for all of us."
"Oh. Big car."
"Brian," John started, "we
brought her small stroller and both car seats, plus all the bags. I hope this
car is big enough."
"It's big enough. I'm so glad to see
you. We really missed you. And some of us took advantage of my more weakened
moments. But with you here, that won't happen again." Brian scowled.
"What weakened moments?" John
asked.
"Who took advantage of you?"
Bobby enquired.
"One sneaky little blond, took
advantage of my mournful state of missing the Squirt and you guys and dragged
my sorry ass off to Disney."
"You went where?" both John and
Bobby asked at the same time.
"You heard me. The twat got me to go
to
"I'm going to get a luggage cart; our
bags should be coming out soon," Bobby said indicating the light that went
on and the carousel beginning to rotate.
"Hey, little Red, you're growing like
a weed. You're going to be as tall as your dad." Brian reached up and
ruffled Patrick's flaming red hair. Patrick beamed at his uncle. He liked the
idea of being tall like his dad. Bobby returned quickly with a luggage cart,
John set Patrick onto Brian's shoulders so he could help Bobby grab all their
belongings as they moved on by.
"Is that it?" Brian asked as he
gazed at the pile of suitcases, backpacks, car seats and stroller.
"Yeah," John answered as he
swiped at his brow. "Damn, that's a lot of stuff. But it couldn't be
helped. We tried to pack as light as we could." John shrugged his
shoulders then began to steer the cart toward the exit as Bobby relieved Brian
of Patrick.
"Wow, it's hot!" John commented
as the automatic doors slid open and they went out to the curb. Just then
Justin drove up in a big white Chevy van that could hold all of them
comfortably and then some. He parked, popped open the back hatch and then
jumped out.
"Daddy!" Bree squealed again.
"Baby! My baby!" Justin gushed
as Brian handed their little bundle over to Justin. The reunion of the
Kinney-Taylor family started all over again.
"Guys. Guys! Come on, guys, we have
to move before that cop over there gets annoyed enough to give us a ticket. We'll
have plenty of time for that later," Bobby said reasonably as the
Kinney-Taylor reunion didn't appear to be breaking up any time soon. The bags
were loaded, the car seats were strapped in and they were ready to get on the
road.
"Bri, do you want me to drive?"
John volunteered.
"No, it's okay, I'm ready."
Brian sighed and reluctantly strapped Bree into her car seat. "Love you,
Squirt," Brian whispered to Briana.
"Wuv you, Dada," Briana said as
she patted her dada's face.
"Brian's been studying his maps,"
Justin stated nonchalantly and revealing a Kinney secret.
"Maps?" John and Bobby said in
unison.
"Yeah, in between working on his tan
and making friends with lesbians, Brian studied the local maps so he can drive
us to
"LESBIANS?!"
"Yeah!" Brian growled. "So
what's wrong with lesbians; some of my best friends are lesbians," Brian
groused, effectively stopping any more comments. But he couldn't stop the
snickering.
"Hungy, Dada!" Briana called out
from behind her father.
"Okay, Squirt. Onward, troops. We can
go to Downtown Disney for lunch then go on from there."
A resounding,'YAY!' rang out from all the
passengers as Brian maneuvered the large van into traffic and toward Downtown
Disney.
Some time later Brian pulled into the
parking lot outside Downtown Disney. He got out of the van and stood staring at
the vehicle while John and Justin unbuckled the children.
"What's the matter, big guy?"
Bobby asked as he took in the look on Brian's face.
"Who the fuck ever thought I'd be
driving a fucking minivan!"
Bobby snorted before he could stop
himself. "You're a family man now," he said as gently as he could
muster.
"I used to be the stud of
"You still are in my books,"
Justin grinned.
"Hungy, Dada," Bree said as
Justin handed her to her father.
"Right," Brian said snapping out
of his trip down memory lane. This little girl was a big part of why he was
driving a fucking minivan, and that was perfectly all right.
They went into the restaurant. As soon as
the waitress came to ask about drinks, Brian immediately ordered a basket of
bread. He knew when Bree got as hungry as she seemed to be that food needed to
be inside her in a hurry. The waitress said she would get them bread right
away, but then she stood there and waited to take their drink orders before
heading for the kitchen. Brian scowled after her.
As they looked over their menus, Bree
whimpered, "Hungy, Daddy."
"I know, sweetheart. We'll have some
food for you in a minute," Justin said as he hugged Bree against his
chest. She cried softly.
"Where the fuck is that bread I
ordered?" Brian demanded looking around for their waitress.
"It'll be here in a minute,"
John said trying to be the voice of reason.
They waited a little longer and finally
saw their waitress approaching with a tray of drinks. She cheerfully started
doling them out telling each person what they had ordered.
"Where's the bread I ordered?"
Brian demanded realizing that the tray the waitress carried held no such thing.
"Oh, I thought I'd get your drinks
first," the girl replied with a smile.
"Hungy," Bree whimpered, her
face still buried in Justin's chest.
"I ordered the bread to be brought
immediately," Brian said through clenched teeth. The only thing he hated
more than an incompetent waitress was a scene with Bree. "Get some bread
out here RIGHT NOW!"
"Yes, sir, certainly," said the
hapless girl backing away from the table.
Bree started to really cry having heard
her father yell at the waitress. The waitress ran towards the kitchen and Brian
started to stand up to go after her.
"Sit down, Brian," John said
taking hold of Brian's arm. "She'll get the bread now."
"She fucking better," Brian said
sitting back down and running his fingers through Bree's hair in an attempt to
comfort her. "I'm sorry I yelled, Squirt."
Bree just whimpered and buried her face
farther into Justin's chest.
"Is there a problem here, sir?"
a fat middle aged man asked as he waddled up to their table. "I'm the
manager."
"Yes, there's a fucking
problem," Brian yelled. They could all see the vein in Brian's temple that
was now standing out and pulsing ominously. "I ordered some bread fifteen
minutes ago and we still don't fucking have it."
"Please watch your language and keep
your voice down," the manager said haughtily as he glanced around. He
hated loud, obnoxious customers, especially queer ones as he suspected these
might be.
"I wouldn't be raising my voice if I
could get some fucking service," Brian bellowed.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask
you to leave, if that's your attitude," the manager huffed out.
"Leave!" Brian yelled.
"Leave! You're asking me to leave! I should kick your ass across the
street. You obviously have no idea how to run a fucking restaurant."
"Brian," John said gently trying
to calm his brother.
"Please take yourself and your fag
friends and get out of my incompetent establishment," the manager said
somewhat shakily as he backed up from Brian's hostile step forward.
John had tried to be the reasonable one,
but when he heard that statement from the manager, he couldn't take any more.
"We'll be more than happy to leave, but expect to hear from us fags again.
In fact, my husband the lawyer, over there, will be mailing you some documents
in the next few days." He scooped up Patrick and said to the others,
"Let's get out of this hole."
The manager visibly paled at John's words
and backed up some more as everyone stood up. "I'm sorry that this got out
of hand
" the manager began.
"We don't want to hear another
fucking word from you," Brian said as he stormed out behind Justin who
still held a sobbing and hungry Bree. "You can see us in court."
They were almost to the door with everyone
staring at them and dead silence in the restaurant, when they heard the manager
yelling at their waitress, "Why couldn't you just get them their fucking
bread?"
"Where are we going to get some food
for Bree?" Brian asked as soon as they stepped outside. The little girl
was wailing uncontrollably.
"I know," Justin said handing
Bree to Brian. "Follow me."
Justin started running on ahead down the
street with the others following as fast as they could with the two children.
By the time they caught up to him, Justin was at the counter at McDonald's
placing an order. He immediately handed Brian a box of fries which Bree saw and
stopped crying. She happily chewed on a fry which Brian had blown on to make
sure it wasn't too hot.
"Go sit down, and I'll bring the
food," Justin ordered. They all looked at him like he had two heads.
"Go, now!" he ordered.
They all went and found a table. Bree and
Patrick shared the fries, as they waited for Justin.
"I'm sorry Bree is so cranky and
hungry. She didn't sleep much last night, and she wouldn't eat her breakfast
this morning. She was so excited to be coming to see you," Bobby
explained.
"She ate all the crackers I brought
with us while we were on the plane," John added. Both he and Bobby felt like
Bree's hunger was their fault.
Justin walked over carrying a huge tray of
food.
"What the hell did you buy
their
entire inventory?" Brian asked.
"Shut up and eat," Justin
ordered sitting down. "Salad for you and John, two Happy Meals for the
children, two big Macs for you and me, Bobby, and a chicken sandwich for the
Kinney brothers if they deign to share it. Oh, and French fries all around
since we need comfort food after that
other
restaurant experience."
"Sorry about that," Brian said
sheepishly, "but I can't stand incompetence."
"Or rudeness or bigotry," Justin
added digging into his fries. "Let's forget about it."
Brian took a bite of his salad. "Hm,
who knew McDonald's could make a decent salad?"
They all looked at him with large eyes.
Bree merely said, "Yum" as she ate another fry.
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