White Picket Fence

"Hellooo," the tall flaming queen leisurely answered his phone as he was relaxing in the apartment he shared with his long time partner, Drew Boyd.

"Honeycutt, where the fuck are you?" Brian growled into the phone.

"Where I usually am on a Sunday afternoon. I'm home, relaxing. And don't call me Honeycutt!"

"Did I interrupt something, I hope?" Brian snickered. He knew full well that he didn't interrupt anything. Drew was standing next to him.

"Asshole. And not that it's any of your business, no you didn't interrupt anything. Drewsie's out do something footbally."

"Footbally?" Brian arched an amused eyebrow at Emmett's choice of vocabulary.

"You know, something manly and hunky."

"Oh, that footbally."

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of you screaming at me over the phone?"

"I need you to get your scrawny nelly bottom ass up here to the cottage."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm planning a special dinner party and I need the help of the number one party planner in the Pitts."

"Well, perhaps I can put up with your insults for a while."

"Especially when cash is involved," Brian snarked at his friend.

"There is that. When do you want me up there?"

"Like yesterday. Pack a bag for a couple of days. This may take some time. I don't want you to have to rush off."

"Are you propositioning me?"

"Maybe, but you know my rules about not doing friends. Besides, Justin would have my other ball and not in a positive life affirming way. And then of course, Drew would just kill me." Justin and Drew nodded in agreement.

"True! Okay, I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"Oh, and Emmett?"

"Yes, Brian?"

"Call when you get to the turn off for our lane. I need you to stop there and park."

"Why?"

"A couple of tree branches came down overnight and we haven't cleared them yet. Call when you get there, I'll meet you with the Jeep."

"Your wish is my command." Emmett was equally adept at snark.

*****

"Kinney," Brian snapped into his cell.

"Hello, Sire, I'm here at the edge of the lane."

"Stay put, I'm coming."

"Ooooo!" Emmett loved to tease.

"Oh for fuck's sake, can it. I'll be right there."

"I'll be waiting," Emmett said still giggling.

*****

"Brian, I don't see any tree branches."

"Shhh."

"Don't you shush me.... What the...?!" As they drove slowly down the lane, Brian pulled up to a quaint cottage complete with white picket fence. They could see smoke wafting from the chimney.

"Surprise!"

"It's a house!" Emmett's eyes grew wide as he stated the obvious.

"At least we know your eyes still work."

"With a picket fence."

"Yes, specifically a white picket fence."

"And Drew, standing on the porch!"

" Honeycutt, you're getting good at this. A house, with a white picket fence and Drew standing on the porch. Now why don't you get your ass out of my Jeep and go see Drew."

"I, uh, Brian, what does this mean?"

"Welcome home, Emmett!" Brian cooed softly as he gently shoved the startled man out of the Jeep.

"Oh my God!" Emmett shouted, with tears in his eyes. He made a beeline for Drew and his new house. Brian watched as Emmett threw himself into Drew's strong arms. They kissed then went into the house but not before Drew gave Brian the thumbs up. Brian drove back to Edna's Treasures.

*****

"Brian?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"Do you think we should go over there and check on them? It's been two days now."

"Nah, they have food for a few more days and a case of condoms, oh and several economy sized tubes of lube."

"Okay. Bri?"

"Hmm?"

"You're a very sweet man, you know. He's always wanted a cozy house with a white picket fence. I can't believe you and John did that."

"It's about time those two settled down."

"Like us?"

"Not like us but they've been together for a long time and with that special high tech kitchen John installed, Emmett can create all the masterpieces to his fairy heart's delight."

"I love you, you know."

"I know, Sunshine." Justin snuggled into Brian's warm embrace.

"But um, Bri, why did you have John put the house so far down the lane and not closer to ours?"

"A case of condoms and several large tubes of lube. It's the noise factor, Justin. I really don't want to hear them fucking every night, day, afternoon, and at snack time. Bad enough when the wind's right, I think I can hear Rachel and George."

"Ew!"

"Yup. And those hedges at the edge of our garden help too."

"Point taken. Um, Bri?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"We have several tubes of lube."

"Point taken, let's go make some noise of our own."

"I'm coming."

"Not yet, but you will be!"

-end snippet 8-

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