Brian Un-henged

Chapter 5

“Hey, where are you going?”

Justin froze in his tracks. He had been trying to get through the sun porch to the bedroom without being seen. No such luck.

“Have to go to the bathroom,” Justin called and started forward again.

“Hold it right there,” Brian said from the balcony outside his attic office.

“What?” Justin asked, but he stopped moving.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“You’re standing down there with your back to me, refusing to look at me. Something’s wrong.”

Justin felt his heart sink. He kept his eyes on the floor and tried one more time. “Brian, I have to pee.”

“Tell me,” was the command that came from above.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Bullshit!”

Justin heard Brian start down the metal stairs from his office. The jig was up.

“Brian…” Justin said turning finally to face his husband.

“What the fuck!” Brian gasped as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and got a good look at Justin.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Justin began.

“The fuck it’s not! What the fuck have you done?”

“I … I had a little accident.”

“No shit! Come here and let me have a look at you.”

Justin reluctantly walked over to Brian. He knew he was going to be royally reamed by his irate husband, as soon as Brian figured out what had happened.

“What happened?” Brian asked as he finished looking Justin up and down. Justin’s face was rather red, his T-shirt was all black on the front looking like it had been singed and Justin smelled like burnt shit.

“I was welding a piece of my flower together and I set down the blowtorch … just for a second … and I guess it went out. When I tried to relight it, it sort of blew up in my face.”

“Fuck! Does it hurt?”

“Not really, but I singed my eyebrows and my hair. It stinks to high heaven.”

“I wasn’t going to mention the stench,” Brian said stifling a chuckle now that he knew Justin wasn’t seriously injured.

“Shit! Is it that bad? Can you smell it all over me?”

“Yes,” Brian said simply. “But are you sure you’re not burnt anywhere?”

“My face is a little hot but I think it’s all right. I checked all over myself before I came in here.”

“Did you check the essentials?” Brian asked looking at Justin’s crotch.

“Asshole!” Justin said swiping Brian’s chest and laughing in spite of his predicament.

“Come on, stinky, let’s get you in the shower.”

“Brian, you’re not too mad at me, are you?” Justin asked.

Brian’s arm was around his shoulders as he guided Justin towards their bedroom. “No, I’m not mad, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about you working out in that shed with all that potentially dangerous crap.” Brian gently lifted Justin’s T-shirt over his head and then examined his chest. “I don’t think you got burned.”

“Good, I didn’t think so either, or I would have been in pain.”

“I’ll start the shower on lukewarm. Come in when you get the rest of your clothes off.”

Justin watched Brian disappear into their bathroom before starting to take off his jeans. He knew he was lucky that he hadn’t been more seriously hurt. He’d have to be more careful in the future. When he was naked, he walked into the bathroom wondering why Brian hadn’t come to get him. He noticed that there was no sign of Brian in the room, but there was a distinctive silhouette visible through the steamy shower door.

“Hey,” Brian said as Justin opened the door and stepped inside.

“I thought I was the one who needed the shower,” Justin said softly.

“I thought you could use some company after your trauma.”

Justin looked at Brian’s face, expecting to see a smirk, but his husband appeared to be serious. “I’m not hurt, Brian, really I’m fine,” Justin said trying to reassure Brian.

“You better not be hurt, but I’ll just check things out for myself if it’s all the same to you.”

“You will, huh?”

“Yep,” Brian said running his hand over Justin’s chest. “You’re sure you’re not really burned anywhere?”

“I’m not, although my face feels a bit like a sunburn.”

“We’ll put some lotion on it when we’re done.”

“Could you wash my hair?” Justin asked. “I don’t know what to do with it. It’s kind of melted together. I can’t even get my fingers through it.”

“Maybe we’ll have to get it buzzed like you did in your Pink Posse days.”

“Don’t remind me about that.” Justin screwed up his face at the thought of the stupid things he had done when he had belonged to the Pink Posse.

“Your buzz cut was kind of hot,” Brian said as he worked up a lather on Justin’s scalp.

Justin giggled. “You liked to rub your hands across it.”

“I’m a very tactile person,” Brian said smugly. “And I also like to wrap my fingers in your longer locks, Goldie.”

“Ow,” Justin said when Brian’s fingers got caught in a matted section of his hair.

“I see what you mean about it being melted together. Let’s take you to the barber after we finish our shower.”

“I’m finished,” Justin said.

“Oh no you’re not.”

Justin found his lips locked to Brian’s in a passionate kiss that took his breath away. “Brian,” he moaned.

“Sh, I need to take care of you.”

Brian dropped to his knees and took Justin’s burgeoning cock into his mouth. He worked his magic with his tongue, lips and fingers until Justin cried out and shot his load into Brian’s mouth. Brian immediately stood up and wrapped his arms around his husband to steady him. He kissed Justin so they could each share his essence.

“I love you,” Brian said, “and we’re hiring someone to do the welding for you. No more accidents.”

Brian opened the door of the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips. He took another one off the rack and waited for Justin to shut off the shower and come out.

It took Justin a moment to realize what Brian had said. In his post orgasmic haze, he wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. He should have known that Brian wouldn’t let him off so easily after almost frying himself.

“Brian…”

“Don’t argue with me,” Brian said as he started drying Justin off.

“But this is my project. I want to do it.”

“No.”

“What the fuck do you mean, NO?”

“Just what it sounds like.”

“Brian, I’m not a baby. I’m doing this myself.”

“You are a baby where welding is concerned.”

“Are you fucking shitting me?” Justin demanded, sounding a lot like Brian in his best drama queen mode. “You can’t make that kind of decision for me.”

“I can and I am.”

“You are not.”

“Get dressed and we’ll go get you a haircut,” Brian said.

“Brian, I’m not going to be bossed around.”

“This is not negotiable.”

Justin sat down on the end of the bed. “I’m not going anywhere,” he stated firmly.

Brian looked at the stubborn face before him. He pulled on some clothes and headed for the door of the bedroom. “Fine, do whatever you want, but don’t expect any further support for this nonsense from me.”

Justin heard the front door slam and Brian’s car started. There was a roar of the engine as Brian peeled away from the cottage.

“Fuck!” Justin exclaimed. He threw on some fresh clothing then went back out to the shed to properly stow away his equipment for the day. As he locked up the shed, John was walking through the garden.

“Why did my brother just drive out of here like a bat out of hell?” John asked before he took a good look at Justin. Before Justin could explain, John took a guess.

“Had a little accident, have we?” John said as he raised that Kinney eyebrow of his. Justin nodded. John had always given off paternal vibes at Justin, so this was no different.

“Are you hurt?” Justin shook his head. “A little singed around the edges?” Justin nodded. “And I imagine my brother suggested something that you didn’t agree with.”

Justin nodded again. A bit of welded hair fell into his eyes. John sighed loudly.

“What am I going to do?” Justin asked softly.

“First off, let’s give your hair a little trim to remove the evidence of your faux pas. I’ll have one of my men recheck your equipment to make sure there’s nothing malfunctioning that could have caused your mishap.” John guided Justin back into the Anderson-Morrison end of the house.

“What about Brian?” Justin asked as John planted him on a stool in the kitchen and began to take out a comb and small scissors.

“Leave him to calm down and then I’ll speak with him later.”

“You shouldn’t have to fight my battles for me. I’m not a baby.”

“No, you’re not, but Brian’s going to want to hear cold hard facts about your training and the equipment. After my guy checks out the welding equipment and reviews the instructions with you, I can approach Brian with those facts. Now sit still while I fix your hair.”

“You cut hair too?” Justin asked with fascination. His brother-in-law’s talents never ceased to amaze Justin. John was busy snipping away bits of Justin’s hair.

“How do you think I managed to come home from work and not have my mother go ape shit on my ass? Having minor accidents is normal in my business. We don’t sweat the small things but make sure they don’t turn into big things. Most of my men have taken first aid courses and we’re all adept at trimming hair. Ever try getting dried plaster or cement out of hair?”

“Um, no. But I have had to wait weeks before I outgrew some blue oil paint that got into my hair,” Justin admitted.

“Well, there you go. Same with us. It went a little easier on the spouses too, when the guys would go home and answer that age old question.”

“What age old question?”

“And how was your day, honey?” John replied. Justin giggled without moving his head. “There, all done and you don’t look scalped,” John said smugly as he held out a small mirror for Justin to look into. “It’ll be a while for that eyebrow to grow back but yours get so blond in the summer that you can’t tell that you have any to begin with. Brian will get over it soon enough. Now, let’s go get my man to look over the arc welder.”

Justin hopped down off the stool feeling a whole lot better. John was right, Brian needed facts, and that’s just what he was going to get.

 

*****
 

“Brian, what brings you here?” Claire asked as Brian burst through her screen door. He looked just like John did when he was angry and frustrated over some relationship that went wrong. But that was before John discovered Bobby.

“He is going to be the death of me!” Brian spat then cursed every which way till Sunday.

“Who?”

“That blond little boy of mine who thinks he’s an adult,” Brian raged on, then immediately regretted his words. Justin was always more of an adult than he had ever been.

“Brian, I think it would help if you began at the beginning.” Claire took out a batch of homemade cookies from her cupboard and put on a fresh pot of coffee. She had a feeling this was going to take a while.

 

*****
 

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Claire ventured when Brian eventually talked it all out. Brian nodded as he nibbled on a cookie.

“When John was learning his craft, I knew he wasn’t going to be a typical architect, sitting behind a drafting table and wearing a suit. He always loved working with his hands, even as a boy. A typical farm boy and jack of all trades. He could ride like a cowboy, harvest corn like a farmer and repair the tractor like a mechanic.”

“He’s a smart man, my brother,” Brian said proudly.

“Yes, he is. So I knew from the beginning that he’d not only want to design buildings and homes but take an active part in building them. I lived with him coming home slightly bruised and battered, and singed at times as well. He hardly ever went to a barber because he got good at trimming his own hair. Gordon too! One time John had slipped and fallen onto newly smoothed out cement. He felt awful about ruining that section so he immediately helped to smooth it out again. It was a warm summer day and he never noticed the cement on his arms drying. He had to shave most of the hair off his arm and trim his hair.”

Brian cracked up. John had more body hair than Brian. He could totally imagine John having to shave.

“John never thought I noticed but I did. We were always very close. I noticed every bump and wherever a hair was out of place.”

“How did you stand it?”

“I almost didn’t, but he was an adult and I had to trust that he would make the right decisions. I learned not to sweat the minor things. He knows how to work safely and what steps to take when something big does happen. Thank goodness nothing really big has ever happened and that’s because he works safe. Now, if he had one of his men teach Justin how to weld, then chances are Justin will be fine. And if I know my Jackie he probably saw you drive away in a snit and is with Justin right now.”

Claire gazed at Brian pointedly.

“More coffee?” Claire asked having made her point.

“Yes, ma’am,” Brian replied contritely as Claire refreshed Brian’s mug and handed him another cookie.

 

*****
 

“Well?” John questioned his master welder, Jackson. John was back at Molly’s cottage. The construction crew was cleaning up for the night.

“Some metal shavings got stuck in the trigger assembly. I think that may have been the trouble. I gave it a good cleaning and instructed Justin on how to keep it that way. It was a fluke. We bang things around to knock off the dirt but he treats the stuff like it’s a baby. I showed him what to do; he’ll be fine.”

“Thank the lord and whatever else is holy. I do not want to hear my brother rant about this later.”

“You want me to explain it to Brian?”

“No, I’ll do it, but I may need you as back up.”

“No, problem, man. I know how protective Brian is. I wouldn’t want to mess with him when he’s in big daddy mode.” John and Jackson had a good laugh then joined the rest of the men cleaning up.

 

*****
 

“Hey,” Brian said as he stepped through the sun porch door holding a single daisy behind his back.

“Hey,” Justin replied.

The family was just about ready to sit down for dinner. Justin was open and honest about his accident and stressed that he didn’t want to foster a continuation of the argument he and Brian had earlier. The family agreed not to mention the mishap.

“You hungry?” Justin asked pensively.

“I could eat,” Brian answered. He had stopped just inside the porch door not knowing what kind of reception he was going to receive. Justin walked closer but then stopped a couple of feet away. The family held their breath.

“I’m sorry,” Brian and Justin said at once. Brian held open his arms as Justin moved immediately into them. They kissed sweetly then hungrily, forgetting about the audience at the table.

John loudly cleared his throat then waited for the desired response. The lovers cooled their ardor. Justin blushed as Brian ran his fingers through Justin’s hair that was now perfectly trimmed but remarkably didn’t look much shorter. He held the daisy out in front of Justin. Justin smiled, appreciating the gesture and realizing they would be all right.

Justin placed the flower in a bud vase then situated it in the middle of the table. Dinner could now commence.

Later that night, Brian and Beau were strolling the lane towards Molly’s cottage. The night air was cool and the moonlight lit their way. But like so many things Brian had memorized, such as the curve of Justin’s hips, swell of his ass, the long veins in his cock, Brian didn’t need light to walk the lane.

He thought about what Claire had said about trust and knowing her son so thoroughly. Brian could recite the location of every freckle on Bree’s perfect body. The crunch of John’s work boots made Brian turn around.

“Jackson said there was a bit of dirt...”

Brian cut his brother off before he could finish his explanation. “Just tell me he’ll be all right.”

“He will be all right,” John repeated.

“That’s all I need to know.”

“Well, that went a lot easier than I expected. Here, I came armed with facts to plead Justin’s case.”

“No need.”

“So, you’re all right with this then?”

“Not really, but I trust Justin so I will just have to be.”

“What changed your mind?” John asked in awe of his brother’s maturity regarding the whole incident.

“You know, your mother is one remarkable woman,” was all that Brian would say on the matter. Brian kissed his brother’s cheek then continued his stroll down the lane. Beau stayed by John’s side.

“There’s no one in the world like Brian Kinney,” John said out loud to no one in particular.

“Woof!” Beau agreed as he ran to join Brian. John turned then walked back to Edna’s Treasures.
 

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