Brian Un-henged

Chapter 6

“Brian?” Justin began in between panting breaths.

“Mmm,” Brian mumbled around one of Justin’s balls that he currently had in his mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Justin murmured as a spit slick finger entered him. His ball was still in Brian’s mouth. “My sunflower is almost finissshhhed,” Justin hissed as he was finger fucked. He spread his legs wider and arched up to allow for more access.

“That’s nice,” Brian whispered as he allowed Justin’s ball to slip out of his mouth before attacking its twin.

“I’m readyyy to plant it to...to...tomorrow,” Justin stammered as Brian rolled him over, shoved pillows under his hips then stuck his tongue into Justin’s pucker. Brian continued to lave the tight bud as Justin attempted to tell Brian his plans for planting his first metal flower. Brian had other things in mind to plant but he let Justin ramble on.

“I’m so excited,” Justin moaned. Brian tugged on Justin’s hard dick.

“I can tell,” Brian murmured as he licked the length of Justin’s cock then ended at Justin’s hole.

“Brian!” Justin cried out. His dick was dripping, so very hard, and he wanted to be fucked. Justin pushed his ass back onto Brian’s face.

“Trying to tell me something, Sunshine?” Brian drawled in a sultry tone.

“Want more,” Justin begged.

Brian took a few last licks at the tight bud then kissed the warm globes of Justin’s full ass. He slicked up his dick then gave Justin what he wanted.

“Oh god!” Justin moaned as he was filled then pounded into the mattress. “More, Brian, more!”

Brian held Justin tightly around his waist, drawing him back onto himself, impaling his dick deeply into Justin. Brian used all his strength to keep them upright as Brian thrust and Justin pushed back. Justin fisted his own cock as the lovers came within seconds of each other before collapsing in a heap of arms and legs.

Eventually they moved, straightening themselves out on their bed and covering their cooling bodies with a sheet.

“Justin,” Brian began as he drew Justin close to his heart.

“I know, Brian, and I promise to be more careful,” Justin whispered as he kissed Brian’s lips and then his chest, feeling the steady beat of his lover's heart. “I love you, Brian.”

“I know,” Brian whispered as they fell asleep.

 

*****
 

“Wake up, Daddy, Dada,” Bree called as she shoved open the door of their bedroom.

“Huh?” Brian said raising his head.

“I hafta go to school,” Bree stated.

“What time is it?” Justin asked turning over and stretching.

“Shit! It’s after eight o’clock,” Brian said looking at the clock on the nightstand.

“How come you didn’t wake me up?” Bree asked accusingly.

“We must have slept through the fucking alarm,” Brian groaned.

“Well, if you would stop putting your dick in me every hour or so we would have had some decent sleep and woken up on time.”

“Hey, it was make-up sex. I had to.”

Justin snorted a la Brian Kinney. “You are so full of shit.”

“Daddy, got to go to school,” Bree informed them impatiently.

“We overslept, sweetheart,” Justin said throwing back the sheet and reaching for his underwear.

Bree giggled seeing her father’s bare butt. “Where’s your jamas, Daddy?”

“They … um … must have fallen off while I was sleeping.”

Brian snorted. “Go see if Patrick is ready for school while we get organized, Squirt.”

“’Kay, Dada,” Bree said as she headed out the door and over to Patrick’s side of the cottage.

“Maybe they’ll feed her,” Brian said rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with his forearm.

“Get up,” Justin ordered. “I need your help today.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

“Bossy little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Listen, all the gratuitous sex privileges you take advantage of have a price.”

“And you’re collecting?”

“Yep, come on.” Justin grabbed Brian’s wrist and pulled him up into a sitting position. “We need a shower.”

“You’re going to risk showering with me? I might try some of my gratuitous sex privileges on your ass in the shower.”

“I’m counting on it,” Justin giggled, as he ran into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Brian was right behind him.

 

*****
 

“Are you gurgling, Taylor?” Molly asked as she glanced into the baby’s carrier.

Taylor blew a little bubble and seemed to smile at Molly. Molly grinned. She had the best baby in the world. She pushed open the door of Emmett’s Place and stepped inside.

“Miss Molly!” Emmett exclaimed. “My new and best neighbor!”

Molly laughed. “Don’t let Brian and Justin hear that. Or John and Bobby for that matter.”

“Oh, pshaw! Come right on in, and sit in my booth. I’ll join you and the little one.”

Molly took a seat in Emmett’s booth. She got Taylor situated so that the baby would have a view of his mother and Emmett as they talked, and also a look out at the hustle and bustle of the café.

“Here we go,” Emmett said as he set a tray down in front of Molly and slid into the booth. “I didn’t bring Taylor a coffee. I assume you’ll take care of the baby’s beverage.”

Molly laughed. “I can do that.” She gave Taylor a bottle of juice. The baby sucked happily.

“Taylor is the cutie of the century.” Emmett took Taylor’s little hand and played with the tiny fingers.

“I would have to agree with you,” Molly said with a smile as she took an appreciative sip of Emmett’s coffee. “Mm, this is heavenly.”

“Thank you very much. Have a popover to go with it.”

Molly fished a warm popover out of the basket Emmett had on the tray. She bit into it greedily. “These are positively sinful. I should take a half dozen with me out to Edna’s Treasures. A certain brother-in-law of mine would be most ecstatic.”

Emmett chuckled. “Brian Kinney doesn’t do ecstatic. The most you will get is a ‘not bad’ in response.”

“Have you seen the way he looks at my brother?” Molly asked pointedly. “He does ecstatic.”

“Oh my yes, but perhaps I should rephrase that. Brian Kinney doesn’t do ecstatic vocally.”

“Have you been listening at their bedroom window?”

“Miss Molly, you are so naughty.”

“That’s me, Miss Potty Mind.”

“And I love it,” Emmett laughed sipping his own coffee. “So, you’re heading out there today?”

“Yep, after I finish this lovely treat for myself.” Molly polished off her popover and washed it down with another sip of coffee.

“How’s the cottage coming?”

“John is really moving things along. I can’t believe how well it’s going.”

“That’s great. John’s company is so reliable.”

“That’s because John is reliable,” Molly affirmed. “And he makes sure everything is built to the highest quality.”

Emmett nodded. “I can’t wait to see what they’ve got done. I haven’t been out to our cottage this week.”

“You’ll be impressed.”

“I hope Justin hasn’t burned off his fingers or blown up the shed.”

“Why … why do you say that?” Molly asked with a worried look on her face.

“Well, you know he’s making those metal sculptures using a welding torch. He’s cutting metal pieces with some sort of dangerous thingie. It’s all too macho for me.”

“Justin, macho?” Molly giggled.

“So he’d have you believe.”

“Hm, I’ll have to check how he’s doing.”

“I’ll get your popovers for the troops out there. Maybe you should take a couple of dozen for the workers at your cottage too.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea. Please.”

“Come on, Taylor, let’s get you changed and then we can go check up on the house and your Uncle Justin.”

 

*****
 

“Hey Brian!” Justin waved cheerfully from the top of a twenty foot step ladder.

After they finally got the kids off to school, Justin began to haul the parts of his sunflower out into the adjoining field. He hammered in the base pole then secured it with tethers like a tent. Each stem section was slotted into the next. Justin positioned his ladder when the stem became too tall for him to reach the end section. And that’s how Brian found him, cheerfully up the ladder, sliding in stem and leaf sections all without the benefit of a safety net.

“Hey,” Brian waved back, careful to keep up the facade of the supportive spouse. He resisted tearing apart their bedrooms and dragging out the mattresses to surround the ladder.

“This is killing you, isn’t it?” John asked as he sidled up to his brother. It was mid morning and the work crew was taking a coffee break. Several of the men had heard Justin banging the main piece into the ground and stood fascinated by the side of the road.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“We heard most of it last night,” John quipped.

“Yes, well, I did overreact, again, and I had to make it up to the lad.”

“I’m surprised the ‘lad’ can walk.”

“He’s a lot tougher than you think.”

“Yes, he is,” John affirmed as the brothers watched Justin lean over a little too much to attach the great head of the sunflower to the stem. Brian sucked in a huge breath when he saw the ladder teeter.

“You can open your eyes now,” John chuckled and placed a supportive hand on his brother’s shoulder. “He’s all right.”

“Fuck! I don’t know how much more I can take. First, he’s the Human Torch and now he thinks he’s Spiderman. John, if I don’t wind up with a stroke, it’ll be sheer luck. My heart is pounding a mile a minute.”

“Stop exaggerating; this too shall pass. But I’d lay off the coffee for a while. His balancing act is stimulating enough.” With that John patted Brian’s back, waved at his brother-in-law who teetered a little as he waved back, then turned to go back to work. John laughed as he heard Brian muttering curses, all along with a smile plastered to his face.

“Brian, do you think you could help me?” Justin called out. He was climbing down the ladder to pick up the first petal that would be attached to the head of the flower. Brian immediately walked toward Justin.

“Sure, Sunshine, what can I do?”

“Um, it would go a lot quicker if you could hand me the pieces so I don’t have to climb up and down.”

“I kind of like it when you climb up and down,” Brian said with a suggestive leer.

“That’s only on your cock,” Justin replied as he waggled his eyebrows. “I mean up and down the ladder.”

“I know what you mean, and I’d be honored to be your assistant.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Jus. I know how important this is to you. I’d really like to help.”

“Thank you,” Justin said as he gave Brian a kiss. As Justin began to climb back up the ladder, he started to give Brian instructions. “All the pieces are coded with numbers so I know what piece goes where. I’ll call out a number and you can hand it up to me. I’ll slide it into place then secure it with the clamps.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Brian said as he looked around him. On the ground laid out in a very orderly fashion were all of Justin’s flower pieces. He had never realized how truly organized Justin was when it came to his art.

Like fitting a large puzzle together, Justin called out the number of the desired piece. Brian retrieved it then handed it up to Justin. Brian was shocked to find the pieces were rather heavy.

“Jeez, Sunshine, have you been taking weight lifting lessons from the Professor? These pieces weigh a ton!”

“Yeah, I know. But I’ve been dragging them around rather than lifting.”

“But doesn’t that ruin the paint?” Brian asked, truly curious about Justin’s artistic process.

“Nah, I only used a small amount of paint for just a hint of color. I’m going for the distressed look and dragging the pieces around just adds to it,” Justin said cheerfully.

“Hmm,” Brian murmured as he handed another piece up to his husband.

A few hours later, Justin attached the last leaf section, clamped it down and then descended the ladder for the last time for the day. Brian helped Justin fold the ladder then they hauled it over to one side so that they could get an unobstructed view of the flower.

“Wow,” Brian said. “That thing is fucking huge,” he said in awe.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it was that big.”

“Well, you built it.”

“Yeah, but it looks smaller when it’s in pieces and scattered on the ground.”

“How does it feel to have your own ‘henge’?”

“Bri, one metal flower does not a henge make.”

“True, but I imagine you’re not done in that shed of yours.”

“Nope! I have a few more flowers to make.”

“I thought so. But tomorrow?” Brian asked hopefully. It was late in the afternoon. Rachel would be bringing the children home soon and Brian was sure that Justin’s hand was tired.

“Yeah, tomorrow,” Justin said with a nod and a sigh. He was tired, thirsty and hungry.

“Let’s go back to the house. We’ll clean up and I’ll begin dinner. We missed lunch so we can eat now and then have something light later if need be.”

Justin packed up the tools he used for the day in a canvas bag then picked up the top part of the ladder. “I won’t argue with that,” he said.

“That’ll be a first,” Brian snarked as he picked up the other end of the ladder. With ladder in hand, they marched off towards the cottage.

 

*****
 

“Wow! Justin’s really serious about this metal garden of his,” Molly exclaimed as she stood by the road. She had come up shortly after lunch time. Her treats were well received. Since the interior walls of the cottage were almost done, she decided to take some measurements and pictures to help her get a sense of how to decorate. John and his crew were taking breaks to babysit Taylor.

“Yes, he is,” John said as he handed Taylor back to Molly. “You have all the measurements you need?”

“Yes, and I have an idea of how I’d like to decorate. But can you recommend a good painter? I intend to do most of it myself and maybe I can get Justin to do a mural in the main area, but I’d like a base coat of pale sage.”

“How about you get us samples of the color you’d like. We’ll have it made up and we can paint the walls as the last thing we do. That way you can do your accents and move in your furniture.”

“You’d do that?”

“All part of the service, ma’am,” John said with a handsome smile.

“There’s just something about you Kinney men,” Molly said with a sigh.

With business concluded, client and contractor parted ways.

 

*****
 

“Oh man, what smells so good?” Bobby asked as he came through the cottage doors. Rachel had just come home with the kids. Justin was making a large salad while Brian was grilling to his heart's content.

“You’re home early,” Justin said as he looked up from his cutting board.

“Yeah, I had court and didn’t have to go back to the office. So I decided why waste the rest of this beautiful day indoors, when I could come home and pig out! Damn, that smells good. I wasn’t hungry but I’m getting there,” the red-head stated enthusiastically.

“We worked through lunch, so Brian’s making dinner and of course there’s plenty.”

“Let me go change and I’ll help the big guy outside. And Justin, good work on your henge,” Bobby said with a smile as he slipped down the hallway toward his end of the cottage to change.

Justin smiled proudly to himself as he tossed the salad into a large bowl.

 

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