A Tale of Four Queers
Chapter 1
"Brian, stop."
"No."
"No more, Brian."
"Shush, hold still."
"Brian, I've had enough."
"Never enough."
"Brian! Leave me the fuck alone!" Justin turned in Brian's arms and gave Brian his full angry pouty glare. Brian put down the bottle of sun block, wiped his hands on a towel then cupped Justin's chin with his hand. In a calm low voice, Brian explained his actions to his infuriated partner.
"Justin, the whole purpose for us to be down here, in Miami, in June is to get acclimated to the heat and humidity. We're going to learn how to scuba dive, safe boating techniques and basic first aide. We're here for two weeks before we go to South America on this little quest of yours. I don't want to start off our vacation with you getting sunburned or worse sun poisoning. Please Justin, let me finish putting the sunblock on your back. You can do everything else."
Justin gazed into the determined, love filled hazel eyes. The pout turned into a smile and Justin hugged Brian. Kissing Brian's neck, Justin whispered, "You soo love me." Brian answered him with a squeeze, then turned Justin around so he could finish slathering the sun block on Justin's back. When Justin finished applying the sunblock to his chest and legs, he handed the bottle back to Brian who promptly handed it to John. Then Brian slapped a Woody's baseball cap onto Justin's head. Justin rolled his eyes but didn't utter a protest.
With sunblock in hand, John approached Bobby.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
"John, what am I … twelve? I don't need this stuff."
"Bobby, I know you're not twelve, even though you may look like it but your skin is almost as fair as Justin's. Please, for me, let me put this on your back. I'll even help you with your front." John said with a grin. There was no way Bobby could turn down John, not when he knew that John only had his well-being in mind. Bobby kissed his lover and turned around. When the task of the sunblock was complete, John whipped a Honey Bear baseball cap out of his back pack and put it on Bobby's head. The brothers and their lovers all cracked up with laughter.
John and Brian were both naturally tan. Years of outdoor work had darkened John's skin. Years of a tanning bed did the same for Brian. But both of them were not foolish enough to go without some skin protection. Brian handed a tube of cream to Justin.
"Brian Kinney, only you would find an anti-aging cream that has sunblock in it." Justin exclaimed. Brian shrugged as Justin rubbed the cream onto Brian's back. Brian took care of the rest of him then gave the tube to John.
John looked at the very expensive tube of cream in his hand then looked at Brian.
"John, you're not getting any younger." Brian said with his tongue in his cheek. John scowled but then looked at his youthful lover and began to apply the cream.
The lovers left their room for some poolside fun.
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"Brian, Brian!"
"Mmm."
"Roll over bro. You're done on that side."
"Thanks. What are you reading?"
"More of Kinney's journal. He chronicled his journey to South America and their route to Mexico. We can follow the same path but quite honestly I don't relish hacking through a jungle with machetes. Kinney also had a near fatal run in with a frog."
"You're shitting me, right?"
"No, I'm not. He didn't know any better. He wanted to paint the colorful frogs he saw. He even touched one or two."
"He got slimed?"
"Worse, poisoned. They were poison dart frogs. Patrick saved him. Got him to a shaman or missionary, somebody who knew what to do, just in time."
"Fuck! Okay, I say we spend our vacation right here. I am not traipsing through any jungle and especially not with Justin. He's allergic to practically everything. If anything happened to that boy my ass would be toast. It would be better if I never went back home. John, I realize that this vacation is a graduation gift for Bobby and something that all four of us wanted to do but I'm a city boy. I don't do well without a hair dryer for more than twenty-four hours. There's got to be another way."
"I've been thinking about this and I agree. I like an adventure as much as the next man but I'm not prepared to go hiking in some foreign jungle with questionable political stability and a guide that may not speak English. Not to mention that we'd have to be real careful, if you know what I mean."
Brian nodded. He knew full well that homosexuals away from the land of Liberty were at risk for more than just glares of disgust. They could be risking their lives.
"So what do you have in mind, John?"
"Look at this map. Kinney mentioned some of the small villages he and Patrick stayed in. He even painted some of the chapels for the missionaries in exchange for food and shelter. They both painted for their supper. We can stay in a village that's centrally located to the others then take day trips or overnighters to the other villages. We stick to the main roads and to the larger villages that have some modern technology. What do you think?"
"I like your plan better that Justin's. He has some romantic notion of back packing through the jungle and finding the lost city of the Incas. So how do we tell them?"
"You scared of that little boy?"
"In a word? Yes. He may look like a little boy but don't mess with him. When he gets a bug up his ass, you better just stand back before you get run over."
"I am fully aware of what he is capable of. Justin's a force to be reckoned with; that's why you're so well suited for each other. Let me speak with Bobby then the three of us will discuss it with Justin. I'll even make it my idea. He won't argue with me."
"Humph."
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Several hours later after a good dinner and a couple of bottles of wine, they were sitting in the bar of their hotel talking and joking around. They really did enjoy each others' company.
John decided maybe it was time to broach the subject of the itinerary of their trip with Justin. "Justin, I was wondering about our itinerary for the trip to South America. I thought maybe we could choose a few strategic cities to stay in and then do day trips to the smaller centers where Patrick and Kinney painted. What do you think?"
"Absolutely not!"
"What? Why not?"
"The whole point of this trip is to retrace Kinney's path and experience the same things he did. We won't be doing that if we stay in big cities."
"They don't have to be big cities just places with electricity. We can still visit the villages."
"We're going to visit the villages all right, but I want to stay in them so that we get the flavor that Patrick and Kinney got. Maybe we will hear stories about them from the local people. You can't get that if you pop into the village in the morning and leave before dusk. We have to stay there."
Brian groaned and shrugged his shoulders when John looked to him for support. Obviously John was not skilled at reasoning with Justin Taylor. Justin had an arsenal of answers and very strong convictions. Changing his mind about something was a nearly impossible task.
"Some of those places could be dangerous, both politically and environmentally," Bobby said trying to support John's argument. "I have allergies and so do you."
"True," said Justin but I brought antihistamines and I've had all the shots that I will probably need. If you haven't done that, Bobby, you better find a doctor here in Miami as soon as possible."
"I've had my shots, but there's always the unexpected."
"That's what makes it exciting, right, Brian?"
Brian looked from John to Bobby and back to Justin. They weren't going to win this one, but he could help. "Justin," he said solemnly, "I am not staying in town after town with no electricity or modern facilities. My hair and my skin will not survive. I can not afford to look a hundred and fifty when I get back from this trip. Believe me, I will not be a happy camper and neither will any of the rest of you."
Justin sighed. "True," he admitted. He frowned and thought for a minute. "All right, what if we do this? We find the nearest good sized town and make it our headquarters. However, we spend at least one night in each of the little villages so that we can interact with the local people. Then we go back to the city for showers and blowing our hair dry." Justin looked pointedly at Brian as he made that last comment.
Brian felt himself blush slightly. The little shit knew him too well. He put the best smirk on his face that he could and said, "Sounds like a plan."
John and Bobby burst out laughing. "You two are incorrigible. I don't know how you do it, but you manage to find the only possible compromise in an impossible situation. And you do it for totally selfish reasons. Unbelievable!"
"We just know each other very well," Justin said as he slid closer to Brian. He felt the man grip his thigh and he leaned closer. "Let's go find a good club. It may be a while before we get the chance again."
Brian grinned and nodded. "To South America and compromise," he saluted and downed the rest of his drink. "Off to the wilds of Miami Beach. Come on, Sunshine. Time for bumps and grind."
By the time the quartet found the club called "Grinder" they were feeling no pain. They had had a good laugh about the name when the concierge had come up with it when they asked for the hottest gay club in Miami.
The music thumped and the smells assaulted their senses as they entered. Brian looked around and relived a little bit of the White Party until Justin poked him in the ribs.
"Hey, big guy, wanna dance?" Justin said with a grin.
"I want to play," Brian said with an evil smirk."
"What are you talking about?"
"I was thinking that maybe a little adventure might be in store for us before we start the big adventure in South America," Brian explained.
"How drunk are you, little bro'?" John asked.
"Not as drunk as I'm likely to be later tonight."
"What do you want to do, Brian?" Justin asked used to Brian's machinations.
"I just thought we could play with some of the tempting young specimens that roam them thar hills," Brian said waving his hand across the expanse of the dance floor. "Like him," he added pointing to a tasty morsel that had caught his eye.
"And how will this end?" Justin asked pointedly.
"We bring our conquests to the front entrance at midnight and do our comparisons."
Justin smiled. He knew what that meant. "Okay," Justin said, "but dance with me first."
Brian smirked and followed Justin to the center of the dance floor. They started grinding against each other in the totally sexual and intoxicating way that they had mastered. Men all around them stopped dancing to watch. John could see one or two wipe the drool from their lips.
"Let's go make our own show and see what we can bring back at midnight," John suggested.
Bobby frowned. "Are you sure?"
"I just want to see what we can reel in. I'm going home with you," John promised as he kissed Bobby's lips.
"Then let's go," the redhead smiled.
They made their way out onto the floor but kept some distance from where Brian and Justin seemed to be surrounded by interested parties. Even in Miami the Brian and Justin show could stop traffic.
Justin felt someone move in behind him and start to bump up against him. He opened his eyes and looked at Brian who frowned but shrugged his shoulders. Justin turned and looked into the eyes of a dark haired beauty, long and lean and pouty. He smiled at the man who took that as his invitation to pull Justin away from Brian. Justin moved some distance and began dancing suggestively with the guy.
Brian watched trying to keep his jealousy in check. He really didn't like other men touching Justin but he had suggested this little game, so he had to live with the consequences. Someone brushed against Brian and said, "Hi." Brian looked the blond up and down knowing the offer had been made. However, there was only one blond that he ever wanted. He shook his head and the man walked away looking disappointed and slightly ticked.
Brian watched John and Bobby dancing together and then headed for the bar. He needed another drink. As he leaned against the bar several guys cruised him but he paid them no attention. He knew what he wanted and he hadn't seen it yet.
Suddenly Brian glanced to the side and there he was. A young very muscled black man stood farther down the bar staring in Brian's direction. As soon as Brian looked that way the man locked eyes with him and the deal was sealed. Brian cocked his head towards the dance floor and they made their way out there. They danced a few dances both getting hard from the contact.
Suddenly Brian looked at his watch and grabbed the man's belt pulling him towards the entrance of the club.
"Taking me home," the man purred.
Brian didn't answer, simply kept dragging the man along behind him.
At the entrance Bobby and John were standing with Justin and the dark haired young man he had started dancing with earlier. Justin smiled as Brian appeared. They all stared at what Brian had brought along with him.
"My friend wants me to take him home with me," Brian smirked.
"Mine too," Justin grinned.
"Shall we?" Brian asked.
Justin nodded and continued to smile.
"Hey, we're sharing a hotel room," John said. "I don't know if I like the idea of you two…"
"I'd like you to meet…" Brian began addressing Justin's trick.
"Cal," Justin supplied.
Brian pushed his trick towards Cal. "I think you two will get along just fine."
Both men looked startled and tried to protest. The look on Brian and Justin's faces told them they weren't going to get anywhere with those two. So with a shrug they moved off together.
"But I thought…" Bobby began.
"That we were going to bring them back to the hotel and fuck them in front of you?" Brian asked.
"Yeah."
"We've sort of moved past that," Brian explained with a smirk. "There's a back room if we need that kind of thing."
"Brian just likes to prove he's still the superior hunter," Justin said.
"And I am. Mine was definitely hotter."
"Not by much. I'm catching up," Justin grinned.
"I'll give you that. Those two should have a hot time tonight."
"But not half as hot as the one you're gonna have, big fella."
Brian grinned in spite of himself. He took Justin's arm and they all went outside to catch a cab back to the hotel.
"We're going to have to listen to them fuck for hours," Bobby said as they climbed in.
"We could match them stroke for stroke," John said as he squeezed Bobby's ass.
"We could try," Bobby grinned.
"Traveling with those two is always an adventure."
"You can say that again," Bobby agreed as they watched Brian stare lustfully into the back seat from where he sat beside the driver. He hoped they got to the hotel soon before Brian tried to come across the seat to get to his blond.