The Prince of Liberty

He strutted down Liberty Avenue in his sexiest clothes. He was planning a night out with the boys at Babylon with a stop at Woody's before dancing the night away. He didn't do it often, clubbing wasn't really his thing but tonight was different. He'd meet the gang at Woody's.

He was tall, lean and gorgeous but he never really believed he was as good looking as 'they' all said. He was what he was, with deep hazel eyes, brown hair and a killer smile. He could eat like a pig and never gain an ounce but he learned to watch what he ate, preferring lean meats, lots of fruit and vegetables and he acquired an annoying rule of no carbs after seven.

As he strolled down the street, he was greeted by many of the Liberty denizens. He had a budding reputation to uphold. He was polite but slightly aloof.

He walked past the shops and boutiques, catching glimpses of himself reflecting back in the windows. He liked what he saw and smiled.

Up the stairs and into Woody's, he was greeted by everyone he met. He sauntered to the bar to order a Beam. The first sip went down with a burn; he grimaced but took the second sip. That one went down smoother. The alcohol mellowed him out as some of his friends entered the bar. They commandeered a pool table to play several rounds.

After a while it was time for Babylon. As he got ready to go with his friends, a stunning couple entered the bar. The older man was tall, like himself, lean, taut muscles under his designer but casual clothes. His hair still brunette but with a touch of grey at the temples making him look no less beautiful. His clear piercing hazel eyes made men stop in their tracks. His sexy smirk could still make men and women melt. The blond younger man still had the aura of youth, hiding his true mature age, and that killer smile lit up the whole room. He was as beautiful as his partner.

"Hey, Pop! Hey, Jus."

"Sonny Boy, you ready for Babylon?"

"Yup. We're leaving now. What are you doing here?"

"Just came from the gallery. Thought we'd stop in before heading back to the cottage."

"I saw your new show, Justin. It's so good!"

"Thanks, buddy. And you have a good time at Babylon," Justin said to Gus as he reached up to ruffle the young man's hair giving it that just fucked look his father made famous years before. Gus swiped at Justin's hand with a giggle. Brian bussed his son's head with a kiss.

"Have fun, Sonny Boy, and play safe," Brian admonished with love.

"I will, Pop, I promise. And only one drink, no drinking and driving. It's a long trip back to the cottage," Gus warned his dads, waggling his finger in front of his father's nose.

"Just when did I become the son?" Brian groused good-naturedly. Justin snaked his arm around his spouse.

"Don't worry, Gus, he can have a drink. I'm sticking with water." Justin patted his slightly thickening middle.

"I love that little belly of yours," Brian said softly. He lovingly kissed Justin's cheek.

"That's because you don't have one, or an ass," Justin grumbled.

"You have enough for both of us," Brian laughed as Justin stuck his tongue out him.

"Some things never change, thank the Gods! I gotta go. Love you, Pop, Justin." Gus gave his dads a hug then went to join his friends. He stopped at the door to watch his dads for a minute.

"Love you too, Sonny Boy. Come on, Sunshine, one drink, a round of pool and we're off."

"Right behind ya, old man."

"Watch it with the old shit, you little shit."

The prince of Liberty watched the exchange. He smiled as he shook his head, thanking those mysterious gods that kept a watchful eye over his family. For the prince, life was good.

-end snippet 10-

Return to The Sunshine Files