Sins of the Father
Chapter 9
Brian was in the throes of ecstasy. Justin
was proving once again what a masterful little top he could be. Brian let out
an ungodly moan as Justin drove home again and again.
"Like that?" Justin asked as he
held onto his own orgasm with every ounce of strength and resolve that he had
left. He looked down into the face of the man he loved. Brian was thrashing
around on the bed whimpering and begging as Justin continued to plow into the
man. When Brian was about to come, Justin slowed down and stared at Brian's
face. He loved the look Brian got as he was completely taken over by an
uncontrollable orgasm.
"Holy fuck, Justin!" Brian
groaned.
"Hang on. I'm almost ready,"
Justin gasped. He thrust again and once more rolling his hips and finding that
sweet spot that sent Brian over the edge, with himself close behind.
Justin felt the world tilt on its axis and
he collapsed on top of Brian. He felt the earth and sky come together in a
blinding flash, and then he blacked out for a moment. He lay still feeling his
softening dick slipping out of Brian's well worked hole. He let out a groan and
rolled away.
"You okay?" Brian's voice asked
from somewhere in the great beyond.
"Yeah," was all Justin had the
strength to say. "You?" he gasped between ragged breaths.
"Maybe."
"Huh?"
"I think you killed me."
"I did?"
"I'm paralyzed. I think I saw the
face of God and it was Justin Taylor," Brian said with a little chuckle.
"Asshole."
"What?"
"I said asshole! Don't make fun of
me."
"Who's making fun? I meant every
word."
"You did?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" Brian
said still feeling the aftershocks roll through his body.
"Can I believe you?" Justin
asked.
"I'm too exhausted to make fun of
you. And I never lie."
"Thank you," Justin said curling
up against Brian as he flung a sheet over them.
"For what?" Brian frowned from
the haze of his afterglow.
"For saying that. It means a lot to
me."
"Justin, you are one fucking great
lover. Don't doubt that."
"Thanks," Justin giggled.
"So are you."
"That goes without saying,"
Brian tried to smirk, but Justin had really worn him out. He felt his head
heavy against the pillow. "We should take a shower," he said with a
yawn.
"Let's sleep glued together,"
Justin suggested.
"'Kay," Brian agreed.
Justin felt Brian's breathing even out as
the man drifted towards sleep. Now might be his only chance. "Brian,"
Justin whispered.
"Hm?"
"I want to go to Epcot
tomorrow."
"Good, you do that," Brian said
half asleep.
"I want you to come with me."
"Why?" Brian asked although he
didn't really care why.
"Because…"
"That's a good reason," Brian
whispered into Justin's hair.
"Then you'll come?"
"I always come," Brian said
slowly.
"I know and that's part of why I love
you so much."
"Thanks."
"So, you're coming with me to Epcot
tomorrow?" Justin whispered against Brian's ear. He knew his hot breath
always got to Brian.
"I always come with you."
"I know you do, my little
Smoosh."
"I love being your little
Smoosh," Brian said snuggling down into Justin's arms. "Need to
sleep."
"Me too."
"Later."
"Later, big guy."
Justin felt Brian slip into a peaceful
sleep, and he smiled out into the room. He knew Brian would remember at least
some of their conversation, and Justin was really looking forward to going to
Epcot.
*****
"What the fuck do you mean I'm going
to Epcot?" Brian demanded.
"You promised last night,"
Justin said sweetly.
"I fucking would not promise any such
thing," Brian declared.
"But you did. You said you always
come with me, and we were talking about Epcot when you said that."
"You might have been talking about
Epcot, but I was talking about something entirely different."
"See, I knew you would remember.
Please, Brian, I really want to go. And I don't want to be all by myself."
"You know I hate that fucking kind of
thing."
"I know, but for me…"
Brian glared at Justin and studied the
puppy dog eyes that Justin seemed to have mastered recently. He could sure beat
Michael with those eyes. Or maybe it was that Brian cared a lot more about what
was behind those eyes than he did about Michael's.
"Please, my little Smoosh,"
Justin begged, using the word that had turned the trick, so to speak, the night
before.
Brian groaned. He knew when he was beat.
"Okay, for an hour or two."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, my
lovely Smoosh." Justin knew once he got Brian to Epcot he'd be able to
keep him there long enough to do all the things he wanted to do. "I love
you so much," Justin said wrapping his arms around Brian's neck and
kissing him hard.
"I love you too, and I can't believe
you got me to agree to this."
"You'll have fun once you get
there," Justin promised.
"Can you guarantee that?" Brian
asked sarcastically.
"You'll be with me, won't you?"
Justin giggled.
Brian stared at Justin knowing that he
probably would have a fucking good time as long as he was with his husband.
There were very few things on earth that weren't fun when he did them with
Justin. "When did I start losing every argument with you?" Brian
asked.
Justin smiled and batted his baby blues.
Brian had always lost arguments with him. It was just that most of the time
Brian didn't realize that that was what had happened.
"You'll have a good time," Justin
said with a self-satisfied grin. "I promise."
The boys made it to brunch and were joined
by Simon and Ken. They all enjoyed a relaxing meal and the discussion naturally
led to the plans for the day.
"We're heading for
Brian froze in mid-sip of his first cup of
coffee. The death glare he shot out succeeded in freezing everyone else. Slowly
he put down his cup.
"Justin, is there something you'd
like to say to me?" Brian growled at his partner.
"Yes, have some fruit, it's very
sweet," Justin said innocently as he pushed his plate closer to his lover.
He knew that once Brian Kinney gave you his word, he would never renege.
Brian snorted then nibbled some fruit off
of Justin's plate. They ate in companionable silence until it was time to go,
with Justin sporting a smug little grin.
*****
"Craig, you promised. My parents
are expecting us tonight. Mom went out of her way to make a traditional Irish
dinner," Susan admonished her husband who was about to go back on his
promise.
"I'm not Irish. I hate corned beef
and cabbage, gives me gas!"
"Craig, you promised me. Are you
going to add lying to your list of crimes?"
"Susan, what the fuck are you
talking about?"
"Don't you use that tone with me.
You might have been able to intimidate Jennifer with that attitude of yours but
not me. I know you're up to something. You've been so secretive lately. Ever
since that JP Taylor showed up last year. And I'm getting tired of it. You've
never shown any interest in Justin and now you've become obsessed with him.
It's not healthy, Craig. Now, you're coming to Sunday dinner with me at my
parents and I will not take no for an answer!"
*****
As they waited in front of the hotel for a
cab big enough to carry the four of them to Epcot Center, Brian noted that
there were several, more than several gay men and ladies, all doing the same
thing. And many were wearing the traditional red t-shirts with the Gay Days
logo. He inwardly winced at the thought of hundreds of fags running lose at
Disney. What would the hets think now? A van pulled up and it was their turn to
get in.
"Don't look so miserable,
Brian," Ken gushed as Simon and Justin started to enter the van.
"Why not, I have miserable down to a
't'," Brian quipped.
"Just think of all the beer!"
"Beer?" Brian picked up his head
when he heard the word beer.
"Yes, beer. At each pavilion, they
host the beer made famous from that country. It's all very good." Ken
smiled. Brian draped his arm around Ken's shoulder just before they stepped
into the van.
"Tell me more about the beer,"
Brian asked as they settled into their seats for their ride to Epcot.
*****
"Let's exchange cell phone numbers
just in case we get separated," Justin suggested.
"Justin, we're grown men," Brian
groused but did it anyway to appease his spouse.
"Brian, Justin's right. Someone's
always getting lost in these parks. The last time we were here a family lost
their grandmother for hours. Each building has so many ways in and out. You
think you're meeting at one entrance but it's really the one on the opposite
side. When in doubt we can all meet up at the Canadian pavilion. It's the last
one before you come out of this section," Simon said in a very reasonable
tone that Brian could appreciate.
The boys entered the main park and their
senses were immediately assaulted by the sounds of thousands of kids. Brian
drew in a deep breath. Justin heard him murmur over and over, "I can do
this, I can do this." Justin gave Brian a sympathetic smile before linking
their arms and guiding Brian on the right path. Brian was painfully aware of
all the breeder couples with their children in tow. And surprisingly the number
of Gay Day participants. Perhaps the
Justin quickly prodded Brian and their
companions through the main portion of the park to the little bridge that
connected it to the pavilions of many nations. Brian eyed his lover
suspiciously as he and Ken consulted a map of the park. Brian sensed a
conspiracy and gave Simon the evil eye. Simon shrugged and cheerfully followed
along.
"Just think of the beer," Simon
whispered to Brian. A grunt was all he got in return.
The first pavilion of Justin's hit parade
was the Mexican Pavilion. There was music of the land wafting softly from the
speakers overhead. Justin, Ken and Simon wandered off to check out the exhibit.
Having spent several days exploring the wilds of
Brian searched through the racks of
t-shirts, ponchos and hats. He looked through the books on Mexican tourism and
the books geared toward children. There were tables of pots, small statuary and
icons. Hundreds of souvenirs all made to coerce the tourist into buying. Brian
stopped at a rack that held key chains, silver plated spoons, small porcelain
bells and thimbles. Nobody used thimbles anymore but there they were. Some were
made of porcelain, some made out of silver with an image of a Mayan god etched
into it. Brian held a small silver one in his hand as a memory played in his
head.
Brian was about fifteen, Jack had come home
drunk again from bowling. His team lost an important tournament. Claire had hid
at a friend's house. Brian made the mistake of trying to offer comfort and got
punched in the eye for his effort. The force of the punch made Brian trip over
a living room chair, ripping a school shirt and cutting his arm as he landed
near the coffee table. As Joan wrestled Jack to their bedroom, Brian ran from
the house to Debbie's. They were just finishing up dinner when Brian came
barging through the back door.
"Kiddo! What's happened?"
Debbie screeched as Brian came running in like the devil himself was chasing
him. The young Brian said nothing; he didn't have to. His blackening, swollen
eye and the blood on his arm said it all.
"I'll get the first aid kit,"
Mikey said as he got up from the table.
"I'll get you a clean shirt,"
Vic, who was visiting at the time, said. Debbie helped Brian out of his shirt
and threw it in the sink to rinse out.
"I'll wash it out and mend it
later. Did you eat dinner?" Brian shook his head. Debbie made him up a big
plate of her famous spaghetti. "You'll eat all of it."
"Yes, Maw," Brian snarked
even then. Later that evening, Brian and Michael were huddled on the couch
watching the evening news with Vic and Debbie. Brian had a bag of frozen peas
covering his swollen eye; his cut was cleaned and bandaged. He was wearing
Vic's t-shirt. Debbie was sitting in her chair with Brian's shirt with a needle
and thread, stitching up the sleeve. On one of her fingers was a thimble.
Later that night, Brian snuck back into
Joan and Jack's house. All was quiet. Softly he crept to the second floor where
he took a peek into their room before going to his own. Jack was on the bed
snoring loudly, sleeping off his drunk. Joan was sitting in a small chair in the
corner stitching up the bowling shirt that must have torn when Jack took it
off. On one of Joan's fingers was a thimble.
Brian rolled the thimble around in his
hand and was about to put it back on the rack. Instead he picked out another
one then headed for the counter to pay for them.
"Brian," Justin said gently. He
could see that Brian was deep in thought as he waited in line to pay for the
thimbles. "We want to go to
"Sure, Sunshine, I'll be with you in
a moment," Brian replied quietly as he took out his wallet.
"Bri, you okay?" Justin asked
pensively.
"I'm fine. I've had enough of Mexico.
Let's go see what we can buy in Norway."
Justin nodded and giggled at Brian's
snark. Whatever it was that took Brian's thoughts away was gone for now.
The little band of merry men walked to the
next pavilion which was the Norway exhibit and café. It was nearing two in the
afternoon and while no one was really hungry they all decided that a snack of
traditional Norwegian baked goods and coffee couldn't hurt. They entered the
Kringla Bakeri Og Kafe and ordered a round of lattes. Justin decided to try a
Kringla, a sweet pretzel with almonds and raisins. Ken ordered a waffle topped
with strawberry preserves while Simon ordered a Bear Claw. Brian decided to
stick with fruit and ordered a Veiled Maiden, applesauce topped with whipped
cream and cinnamon sugar. It was all rather pleasant. Brian was happily
surprised that he was having a good time.
Ken and Justin were off to explore what Norway
had to offer. They all commented that Justin's pale blond good looks really fit
the Norwegian ambiance. Brian was again drawn to the gift shop.
"Brian, what's with you and shopping?
You claim to hate it, yet you're very good at it," Simon questioned his
tall stately companion. Brian found another rack of thimbles and picked out
two. Brian shrugged off the question but then decided to answer Simon.
"I guess I know what I like and I'm
not afraid to go after it or buy it."
"I've noticed. And your dislike of
sightseeing?"
"I don't dislike it but I've done
more than my fair share of it. I'm content to watch Justin do it. Besides, I
love to see it through his eyes. He sees things as an artist, all color, light
and shadow. I tend to see things in how it relates to money or with my own
personal gratification in mind. Gay Days is a fluffy version of the White
Party. In the bad old days, my plan would have been to see how many tricks I
could fuck in a day. Now, I'm counting down the minutes until I can see my
daughter."
"You've grown up; we all have. So I
take it you've traveled a lot."
"I travel for business but about nine
years ago, Justin and I, along with my brother John and his partner, Bobby,
went on an adventure. As we're walking to the next pavilion, ask Justin about
it. But be warned, he'll talk until your ears bleed."
Simon laughed heartily. "Forewarned
is forearmed. I'll risk it and I'm sure Ken will get a kick out of it. He's
grown quite fond of your Justin. He's been rather inspired by him."
"Inspired?" Brian asked with an
arch of an eyebrow.
"Yes, last night. Let's just say I
was a very bossy bottom," Simon remarked with a twinkle in his eye. Brian
chuckled knowingly.
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