Up, Up and Away

Chapter 6

 

Brian came out of the shower in their hotel room. He was wrapping a towel around his hips, but he came to such an abrupt stop at the sight in front of him that he almost dropped it. He felt his cock swell and tent the front of the towel as he adjusted it and folded a corner in to hold it in place. The thought of ripping it off and attacking the blond vision in front of him was most difficult to ignore, but he didn’t think this would be the best moment to make a move like that. Something about the intensity of the look on Justin’s face told him to bide his time.

Trying not to groan in need, Brian walked up behind his husband who was staring into the large mirror above the dresser. “Hey,” he said gently.

“Um, hi,” Justin replied uncertainly.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to decide if I should wear this for the opening. What do you think?”

Brian studied his husband’s reflection in the mirror. Justin was wearing dark brown trousers that fitted him perfectly. They were slim and hugged his delicious bottom. Brian felt his dick jump in anticipation as he surveyed that delectable region. Atop the brown slacks, Justin wore a caramel colored cashmere turtleneck. It looked so warm, so soft, and it added to the glow that seemed to emanate from Justin.

Brian couldn’t help but wonder if other people saw the same glow he did. Or was it love that made his mate seem so ethereal, surreal almost, so otherworldly? And yet Justin was there, flesh and bone – such wonderful flesh too. The towel tented out even further.

“Your little friend is poking me in the butt,” Justin said with a chuckle, breaking the intense moment between them.

“Not so little!”

Justin laughed. “So, what do you think? How do I look?”

“You look like a world famous artist,” Brian stated analytically.

“Is that all?”

“You look like a million bucks.”

“Hm, not a billion?”

“Let me revise that statement. You look like a trillion dollars.”

“Better. What else?” Justin asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“You look like the man I am going to fuck so hard…”

“Ah, you finally figured it out,” Justin said with a big grin. “Let me get out of these clothes and you can have your way with me, you big, mean, sexy man.”

Brian growled as he reached for the fly of Justin’s slacks.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Justin chided batting Brian’s hands away. “I have to wear these tonight. If you take them off, they’ll end up in a heap on the floor, and I’ll have to choose something else that might not make me look like a trillion dollar, world famous artist who is about to be fucked.”

“Hey, not fucked, fucked by me,” Brian admonished.

“I stand corrected.”

“You better get out of those fucking clothes before I rip them off,” Brian warned. His cock ached and he knew he was reaching the limit of his patience.

Justin decided to make his husband suffer a little more. He slowly slid the zipper of his trousers down. Then he unbuttoned the top of the pants. His hands grasped the waistband and slowly Justin slid the slacks down his legs.

Brian watched with undisguised lust. He was hoping Justin had gone commando, but luck wasn’t with him. He watched as Justin’s tighty-whitey’s came into view. Justin turned slightly as his slacks dropped to the floor. As he bent over to retrieve them, Justin made sure to give Brian a clear view of the ass he seemed so eager to claim. Brian groaned at his antics.

Justin smiled to himself, but wiped it from his face as he stood up and carefully shook out his trousers before laying them over a chair. He turned back to Brian and pulled his sweater over his head making sure to muss his hair. He knew how much Brian enjoyed running his fingers through it.

He slid his hands down his chest making sure to circle his nipples with the palms of his hands. The nubs stood out hard and firm as his hands continued on down to his underwear. He inserted his thumbs on each side of his underwear and slowly slid them down almost to his cock. He looked up at Brian from under his lashes and knew he was pushing his luck making Brian wait. Justin’s dick was hard and straining to be free of the material that held it. Justin pulled the underwear out from his body to get it over his thick and rigid cock.

With a final shove the underwear was on the floor. Suddenly Justin found himself on the bed with Brian on top of him, the wind pretty much knocked out of him. Brian was lubing up and staring at Justin with utter need written all over his face.

“Ready?” Brian growled. Justin nodded.

Without any preparation, but lots of lube, Brian drove home. Justin cried out at the initial pain – the pain/pleasure thing worth the trade off of the initial hurt. Brian waited until Justin calmed. Once he was sure Justin was ready, he began a hard, fierce rhythm that soon had them both panting and sweating.

“Oh my fucking god!” Justin gasped as he did his best to hold onto some semblance of sanity … and the bed.

“Now!” Brian commanded as he felt Justin shoot his cum between them. That sent Brian over the edge, and he came long and hard into the velvet warmth of the man he loved.

Some time passed before either of them knew where they were.

“Dada, Daddy!” came a voice from the other side of their bedroom door.

Brian groaned and opened his eyes.

Knocking followed another repetition of their names.

“What is it, Squirt?” Brian asked as Justin began to show signs of life.

“I finished my book and there’s nothing on television and I’m getting hungry, and I think Daddy needs to have dinner before we go to the opening, and I want you to tell me if I look all right.”

Brian smiled. “It’s good you stopped to breathe, Squirt. Daddy and I are going to shower. We’ll be out in a few minutes, okay?”

“I guess so,” Bree said with a huge sigh. “But hurry.”

“No room service,” Brian cautioned.

“I’m real hungry, so hurry up,” Bree replied.

“We won’t be long,” Brian said. “Get up, Sunshine. We have a hungry little girl and an opening to go too.”

“Can’t we just stay here?” Justin pleaded.

“We came all the way to Canada for this opening, so you better show up.” Brian took Justin’s wrist and hauled him out of the bed. He then dragged his reluctant spouse into the bathroom.

Bree went to sit on the sofa in the big main room. She didn’t feel like watching TV, and she was really hungry. After a couple of minutes she went to get grey bunny. She climbed back onto the sofa cuddling grey bunny against her chest.

My daddies sure sleep a lot. I thought kids were supposed to sleep a lot more than adults, but my daddies are different. I wonder if they’re really sleeping, because sometimes they make noises that I don’t understand. I wish they would hurry up. I’m hungry. I hope we go someplace good for dinner.

My Daddy needs to have some food before he meets all those people. I think he’s still worried, but his paintings look really good in the gallery. He shouldn’t worry. It’s not good for adults to worry.

I worry about my daddies sometimes. They really need me to help them, like saying that we should take this trip. They couldn’t think of that by themselves. I like going on trips with my daddies. They’re lots of fun … most of the time. Except when they’re in their room making weird noises.

I hope they hurry up. Oops, the door is opening.

“I love you, grey bunny,” Bree said before she turned to face her fathers.

 

*****
 

Deciding to dine in the hotel's restaurant gave our trio time to have a nice leisurely dinner. The maitre d’ remembered them (and who wouldn't?), so they were seated promptly and a basket of warm rolls immediately placed on the table. Their waiter approached the table with a Shirley Temple in hand and placed it in front of Bree.

“Oh thank you!” Bree exclaimed as she took a dainty sip. Brian smirked to himself, apparently the wait staff had fallen under Bree's spell, that and the hefty tip Brian left in their wake.

They perused their menus, ordered then settled back to enjoy their meal.

“Dada, do I look all right?” Bree asked as they waited for dessert. Bree was in the mood for a small dish of ice cream while her dads shared a fresh fruit compote. She was wearing one of the sophisticated skirt sets that she wore at Kinnetik.

“Beautiful, Baby Girl,” Justin assured Bree.

“Dada?” Bree wanted her older father's approval as well. Brian was still having difficulty with the simple fact that their daughter was growing up. “Dada?” Bree asked again. Brian felt his shin kicked.

“Miss Briana Victoria Kinney-Taylor, it would be my supreme honor to escort the loveliest and most sophisticated young lady it has ever been my pleasure to know to the opening tonight,” Brian said gallantly. He knew he said the right thing when the smiles from both his blonds lit up the room.

They finished dinner then went back to their suite for some last minute primping.

 

*****
 

“Daddy, do you think that David and his daddies will be there?” Bree asked hopefully.

“I'm not sure,” Justin mumbled as he looked out the window of their car. Even though the gallery was close, Brian decided to have them driven. Justin was already nervous and not paying much attention to Bree.

“I gave David's father a set of tickets,” Brian reassured Bree. “He seemed very interested in going,” he said with a pat to his daughter's knee. Bree smiled pensively as she nodded. Brian noted that gone were the usual pigtails. Bree's hair was up and held in place with her blinged “B” hair clip. Brian pondered how she was able to do it without help. He set that mystery aside and labeled it a “girl thing.”

“Did you give tickets to Mr. Waldon?” Bree inquired, all of a sudden sounding very much like Brian's assistant.

“Yes ma'am, I did,” Brian replied.

“Good, Dada. That's very good public relations,” Bree stated with authority.

“Thank you, Miss Bree,” Brian said with a smirk.

“Daddy, do you promise to be nice to your fans?” Bree asked as their car pulled up in front of the gallery. They were early but there was already a long line of art fans waiting to enter, along with several photographers. And if Brian was not mistaken, a news van was parked down the street. His Sunshine was about to make the local news.

“Maybe I shouldn't have worn this turtleneck,” Justin mumbled, ignoring Bree's question.

“It's summer weight and you know you're always cold in galleries,” Brian commented.

“I'm sweating already,” Justin snapped back.

“Chill, Sunshine,” Brian growled. “Take a breath, plaster a smile on your face and BE NICE!” Justin took a deep breath as he took Brian's hand. Brian gave Justin's hand a reassuring squeeze. For good measure, Brian leaned over and planted a deep kiss onto Justin's lips.

“Your work is brilliant,” Brian whispered as Justin was attempting to clear his kiss-addled head. “You're brilliant, just have fun tonight and I promise when this is all over I'll take you away on a well deserved vacation,” Brian promised. Justin nodded then opened the limo door.

As Justin stepped out from the car, photographers were clicking away at him. The line of art fans were all waving programs at Justin in hopes of an autograph. Bree tugged on Justin's hand and gave him a poignant look, the same look was on Brian's face. Bree dug into her small bag and came up with a marker. She thrust it into her father's hand and gave his tush a little shove. Brian snickered as Justin rolled his eyes but got the hint. He walked the line, signing programs and small posters. He had kind words for his fans and from the smiles he was getting, Justin Taylor was pleasing the crowd. Marcus Krupp stood at the door of the gallery with a very happy look on his face. He glanced at his watch then came out to usher his star inside. Brian and Bree followed closely behind. As Ms. Williams led Justin, Brian and Bree into Justin's main hall, Marcus addressed the waiting crowd.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. The Krupp Gallery welcomes you and is proud to bring you this exclusive showing of Justin Taylor's latest work. Please come in and enjoy this wonderful exhibit.” The crowd applauded then slowly entered the gallery in an orderly fashion.

 

*****
 

Daddy looks a whole lot better and he was very nice to everyone outside, even that lady who gave Daddy a hug. I think Daddy was scared for a minute. I'd be scared too if a stranger grabbed me even if it was only to give me a hug. I don't think I'd like it very much, but my Dada was watching. Dada would never let anything bad happen to Daddy or me. Dada had his serious face on; I always feel safe with my Dada. I know Daddy feels safe too.

Oooo! Daddy's paintings look sooo pretty. The flower paintings are slowly moving up and down like a merry-go-round so you can see each one of them. It reminds me of the easels in the sun porch back home. I miss my home.

“Are you okay, Squirt?” Brian asked when he noticed the slight frown on Bree's face.

“I'm okay, Dada, just thinking about home,” Bree replied honestly. Brian guided Bree to a relatively quiet corner.

“You homesick?” Brian asked as he squatted down to be at eye level with his daughter.

“A little,” Bree said in a small voice.

“We've accomplished what we set out to do. We can go home in a few days, okay? But I'd like to ask you something first,” Brian said in a very serious tone.

“What Dada?”

Brian scooped her up and found a nearby bench. He sat with Bree perched on his knees. “Since Grandma Joan passed away, your father has done a lot to take care of us, hasn't he?”

Bree thought about it for a moment before answering. “Yes, Dada. Daddy took care of us all through last winter and our birthdays.”

“Yes, he did. I think it's time we took care of him. Daddy needs a break, someplace quiet to go to where he can rest and do nothing, even if it's for only a few days. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Dada,” Bree said as she nodded.

“So now my next question is just as serious. Would you like to come with us or stay home with your uncles and Patrick?”

Bree took her time thinking about her answer. She really loved traveling with her daddies but sometimes...

“I think I want to go home. Canada is pretty but I miss Ashley and my Patrick. Besides, I think Daddy needs you,” Bree said giving her father a look. Brian drew Bree close for a hug.

“I am the luckiest Dada in the whole world,” Brian whispered into Bree's hair. He released her after a moment. “Ready to be our artist's supportive family?”

“Ready, Dada!”

Brian set Bree down. They smoothed out their clothes, straightened their spines then went back out into the main gallery.

“Mr. Kinney,” Joel said as he approached Brian, his hand held out.

“It's Brian,” Brian reminded him as he shook Joel's hand. “I'm glad you could make it. Are your son and your partner here?” Brian asked. “Bree was looking forward to seeing David again.” Bree was wearing a hopeful expression.

“Yes, they are. They're currently watching the Fractal movie. What an interesting concept,” Joel commented. Bree slipped away, walking toward the part of the gallery that had been set up for the Fractal movie.

“Yes, it certainly made for an interesting time at home while Justin was putting that together. My son Gus was involved as well,” Brian said in passing.

“Does Justin always involve your family in his projects?” Joel asked as they wandered over to the sketches and paintings of 'The Nudes.' There were many of Brian. Joel was obviously very appreciative of Brian's impressive assets. “Is this you?” Joel indicated a sketch of a seated man.

“That's my brother,” Brian replied with a smirk. “John's very conservative; it took a lot of convincing to get him to drop trou for Justin. My brother-in-law, on the other hand, had no problem with it,” Brian said as he indicated the study of Bobby's muscles in motion as he was pitching baseballs.

“Wow! That's your brother-in-law?” Joel gulped. “Um, you have a very beautiful family.”

“In more ways than one,” Brian agreed. “Joel, you had mentioned a side trip to Niagara Falls, are you still interested in going? My family can really use the distraction.”

“Yes. How much longer are you planning to be in Canada?”

“Not much longer. Justin is obligated to make an appearance here tomorrow night and then technically we're free,” Brian explained while working out the logistics in his head

“Can we make a tentative date for Wednesday? This will be an all day trip.”

“Wednesday works for us. And then we'll return and I can take Bree and Justin home,” Brian said more to himself than Joel.

“Great! Would you like to meet my partner?”

“Sure,” Brian said then followed Joel through the gallery.

 

*****
 

“Do you like it?” Bree asked David as they were looking at a painting of the volcano Kilauea. Justin had captured the fire and majesty of the volcano with his bold strokes of red and orange.

“I guess so,” David replied, not sounding impressed at all.

“Daddy used his oil paints on this one so he could layer and blend the colors,” Bree explained.

“Oh.” David didn't seem to care even though Bree smiled her best smile and batted her violet blue eyes at him. “Are you going to the park tomorrow?”

“Maybe. Will you be there?”

“I don't know. Maybe not, my dads have stuff to do,” David said as he walked away to look at photographs done by another artist.

“Oh,” Bree said softly, her face crestfallen and her little heart broken. She sighed then went to go find her daddies.

“Miss Briana, it's so nice to see you again,” Philip Waldon greeted Bree enthusiastically as she approached her fathers. Taking a page out of her elder father's book, Bree put on her game face and greeted Waldon cordially.

“Mr. Waldon, it's very nice to see you too,” Bree said carefully enunciating her words. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Brian and Justin stood by, letting Bree run the show. Justin was beaming with pride. Brian was just as proud of Bree but better at maintaining his nonchalant exterior.

“Yes, I am. May I introduce my wife, Irene.”

“Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Waldon. My name is Briana Victoria Kinney-Taylor,” Bree said formally as she took Mrs. Waldon's hand.

“It's very nice to meet you, Miss Briana. Your father says that you've been working at Kinnetik this summer and also with your father at his art gallery. That's very industrious of you,” Irene Waldon commented.

“Thank you. I want to learn all I can about my fathers' businesses,” Bree affirmed.

“Your fathers must be very proud of you,” Irene Waldon stated as she glanced at Brian and Justin who were nodding.

“I'm very proud of my daddies,” Bree said as she beamed back.

“Please excuse me,” Justin interjected. “I think Mr. Krupp needs me. Thank you for coming,” Justin said as he again shook hands with his spouse's new client before joining Marcus who was scowling. “Marcus, is something wrong?”

“I'm not sure. One of the critics seems to have an objection to one of your sketches.”

“Which sketch?” Justin asked as he reached out his hand, subconsciously searching for Brian. Justin suddenly needed Brian's unwavering strength.

“The one of the little girl sitting on the rock near the stream,” Krupp said.

“But that's...” Justin didn't get to finish his thought. A very irate woman stomped over.

“Mr. Krupp,” the lady quietly sneered. “You're a very reputable art dealer. I've known you for years, but since when are you in the child porn business?”
 

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