Up, Up and Away

Chapter 8 - Epilogue

 

In spite of Brian’s desire to take Justin and Bree home, Justin owed the gallery another meet and greet day. So while Justin was fulfilling his contractual responsibilities, Brian made their travel arrangements.

I think Dada’s a little worried about my Daddy. He really wants to go home; I want to go home too but I can wait. I know my Dada will take care of everything.

“Dada?” Bree watched her father’s fingers fly across his laptop keyboard.

“What is it, Squirt?”

“What are you doing?” Bree asked as she hugged her grey bunny close.

“Confirming our trip back home and my vacation with your Daddy,” Brian said as he looked up to see a set of deep violet blue eyes staring back at him. “You remember what we discussed at the gallery.”

“Yes, Dada,” Bree said as she nodded her head; her baby fine hair flew in all directions. “I want to go home to see my Patrick and Ashley and you want to take Daddy away some place nice and quiet where you can take care of him.”

“You are so right, Squirt,” Brian confirmed as he drew the petite child into a hug. He smoothed down Bree’s hair with his hands. “Are you sure you’re okay with staying home with your uncles and Patrick? I already sent an email to Ashley’s mom inviting Ashley to stay at the cottage.”

“Really?!” Bree asked with joy. She bounced up and down in her father’s arms.

“Really. You’ve been such a good girl this summer helping at Kinnetik and at the gallery. You worked very hard; you deserve a reward.”

“Oh thank you, Dada,” Bree said as she threw her arms around Brian’s neck.

“Thank you, Squirt,” Brian whispered into Bree’s ear. A chime sounded on Brian’s computer. He picked up Bree and sat her on his lap then pulled up his email. “Ashley’s mom is all for it. She says that Ashley is jumping up and down as we speak.” Brian chuckled as he could feel Bree’s growing excitement. “Would you like to speak with Ashley?” Brian asked.

“Oh yes!”

Brian pulled out his cell phone, dialed Ashley’s number then handed the phone to Bree. A happy squeal confirmed that Bree and Ashley were talking as Bree ran into her room. Brian dialed John’s number from the room phone.

“Hey, big bro,” Brian said when John answered.

“Hey!” John answered enthusiastically. “I got your text and I have no problem looking after the princess and her friend. Patrick’s looking forward to it as well.” Brian snorted at that. “Yeah, I know,” John chuckled. “My son won’t admit it, and you never heard it from me, but Patrick really misses Bree. And he loves Ashley too. We’ll be fine for a week or two or however long you want to take Justin away. He deserves some time off.”

“Thanks, John. I was hoping you were going to say that.”

“How was the show?”

“Successful, eventually.”

“Eventually?”

“Let’s just say, Bree saved the day.”

“Sounds like a good story,” John said. “You want to share?” Brian sighed; sharing wasn’t his strong suit but he did anyway.

“Remind me, just how old is Bree again?” John laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. The point is that Justin is tired and he deserves some pampering.”

“Yes, he does,” John agreed.

“He held me together, when old Joanie died,” Brian whispered. “He kept me and Bree sane. I have to do this for him.”

“You’ll get no argument from me, Bri. What does Bree say?”

“She wants me to take care of her Daddy.”

“Very perceptive child. Then you take care of Justin and leave Bree to us,” John agreed.

“Thank you,” Brian said with a slight hitch in his voice.

“Anytime, Brian, you know that. When are you guys coming home?”

“Tomorrow. We fly into Pittsburgh then we’ll drive home. After we drop Bree off, we’ll repack and then fly out again.”

“Why don’t I pack for you and meet you guys at the loft. I’ll pick up the princess and you guys can rest a little before your next flight.”

“You’d do that?” Brian asked incredulously.

“Of course I will. Just tell me what you’ll need and I’ll pack it,” John stated with confidence. He knew Brian and Justin well enough, including their little idiosyncrasies; he’d know what to pack. A half an hour later, Brian was confident with his plan to take his Sunshine away.

 

*****
 

“I’m all packed, Daddy,” Bree said as she stood in the doorway of her fathers’ bedroom in the suite of the hotel.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” Justin replied as he added some clothes to his own suitcase. “Did you check all the drawers and the bathroom?”

“Yep.”

“Good girl,” Justin told her with a smile.

“When do we leave?”

“The car will be here in about twenty minutes,” Brian said as he glanced at the clock beside the bed. He had come out of the bathroom, as he spoke. He placed his toiletry kit in his suitcase.

“I’m going to read my book,” Bree said as she turned away and headed for the living room area.

“Hm,” Brian said.

“You’re not fucking me,” Justin replied as he reorganized some items in his suitcase.

“You want to waste a good twenty minutes?” Brian asked.

“Are you always horny?”

“Yes.”

Justin shook his head. “You are incorrigible.”

“Do you know how many times you have told me that?” Brian asked with a smirk. “I am incorrigible. We both know it. This is the result.” Brian squeezed his hardening cock through his jeans. “Now, what are we going to do about it?”

Justin watched fascinated. Brian would always be young and beautiful, just like Michael had labeled him so many years ago. And not surprisingly, Brian could always turn him on. A smile played at the corners of Justin’s mouth. “Bathroom, now!” he ordered.

Brian grabbed Justin’s hand, glanced quickly at Bree who was sitting on the sofa holding her book, pulled Justin into the bathroom and locked the door. Brian’s hard cock sprang free and proud, as he shoved his jeans down. Justin’s beautiful ass appeared when Brian turned him against the sink and yanked Justin’s cargo pants down to his knees. The rest was so familiar and so good and so … necessary.

“Never enough,” Brian whispered into Justin’s ear as he pounded that still magnificent ass.

 

*****
 

Bree heard her fathers rush into the bathroom.

I wonder what they do in there together. I like to go to the bathroom by myself. Maybe they’re washing up one more time, or they are spraying on cologne. My daddies always smell so good.

Bree set her book down on the sofa.

I’m glad we’re going home. I want to see Patrick and Ashley and my uncles and … everybody. I miss them.

I won’t miss that stupid David. He’s mean. I’m going to tell Patrick about him. Someday Patrick will come up here and kick David’s ass. It would serve David right for being mean to me. Or maybe I could kick his ass myself. He’s not so big.

Bree giggled to herself as she envisioned her pink sandal connecting with David’s rump. Her enjoyable fantasy was interrupted by a knock on the door of the suite. Bree looked into the bedroom, but her fathers were still in the bathroom. They’d been in there a long time. She wondered if the person who knocked on the door was the driver of their car, but he usually waited for them downstairs. She walked over to the door.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“Joel McCormick and David,” came the reply.

“Oh, um, just a minute,” Bree said. She ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Daddy, Dada, Mr. McCormick and David are here. Should I let them in?”

A loud grunt could be heard from behind the door.

“Yeah, Squirt, let them in. We’ll be right out,” her Dada replied rather breathlessly.

“’Kay.”

Bree ran back to the door and opened it. She gave David a withering look, but then said sweetly, “Please come in. My daddies will be right out.”

David and his father walked to the sofa. Bree quickly picked up her book and set it on the coffee table. The two visitors sat down.

Joel noted the book that Bree had apparently been reading. “I brought you a copy of my latest book,” he said. “I think it will be a bit young for you, Bree, but I thought you might enjoy having a copy of it.”

Bree took the bag that Joel handed her and pulled out a book called Froggie Goes to Court. “That’s a funny name for a story,” she said as she looked at the front cover.

“It was written after I had to go to court for a parking ticket. It’s meant to teach children a little about how the judicial system works. Froggie gets a ticket for jaywalking,” Joel explained.

“Oh,” Bree said. She thought it sounded rather boring. “Thank you,” she said politely. “I’ll read it on the plane.” She placed it back in the gift bag Joel had brought it in. She struggled to think of a new topic of conversation. But she was saved from having to do that when her fathers thankfully arrived from the bathroom.

“Joel,” Brian said, “we didn’t expect to see you again.” He had managed to get his jeans back on, and the sweat wiped from his brow. The glow on his face was harder to cover up.

“I hope that doesn’t mean that you’re not happy to see me now,” Joel replied looking quizzically at the two men.

“Um, we’re leaving for the airport in about three minutes,” Justin said, pointedly studying his watch.

“Well then…” Joel began. “I, um, just wanted to say goodbye, and thank you for all your advice. Andrew and I had a talk last night. I hope things are going to improve.”

“That’s good,” Justin said cheerfully.

“David, say goodbye to Bree. We better be on our way.”

“Bye,” David said.

“Goodbye, David,” Bree responded in her best grownup manner. She so wanted to kick his ass.

David and his father beat a hasty retreat. Brian closed the door behind them.

“Who the fuck would have thought we’d end up being marriage counselors?” he demanded.

“We are not marriage counselors, and it sounds like things are far from settled between Joel and Andrew,” Justin chimed in.

“I’m glad I won’t have to see David no more,” Bree stated. “I don’t like him.”

“It’s too bad he didn’t turn out to be nicer to you,” Justin commiserated.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m glad I found out what he was like. I won’t miss him at all.”

“Good girl,” Brian interjected giving his smart daughter a smile.

“I would have liked to kick his ass, though,” Bree couldn’t help but add.

“Bree!” Justin said.

“He would have deserved it,” Brian chuckled as he agreed with his daughter. He and Bree smiled knowingly at each other.

“Now I have two incorrigibles to deal with,” Justin said shaking his head.

“These incorrigibles need to get to the airport,” Brian stated firmly. “Grab your bags and let’s get the fuck out of the Great White North!”

 

*****
 

My daddies are quiet. I know they’re happy to be going home. I can’t wait to see Ashley and Patrick. Ashley’s mommy is going to let Ashley stay at the cottage with me for at least a week! We’re going to have so much fun. And my Patrick will be there and Beau and Uncle John and Uncle Bobby and…

“Baby Girl, what are you smiling about?” Justin asked gently. They were almost home and he was feeling a lot better.

“Home,” Bree answered simply as she smiled at her daddy.

“Are you all right with me and Dada going away for a while?” Justin asked as he lifted Bree from her seat and sat her on his lap. She rested her body against her Daddy’s chest.

“Yes, Daddy. You and Dada have fun some place. Some place nice and warm and quiet and peaceful and…”

Justin giggled. “I get the picture. But it’s so late in the season, I wonder where your Dada found us something?”

“Does it matter, Daddy?” Bree asked with a wisdom far beyond her years.

“No, I guess it really doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with your Dada, I know it will be perfect.”

“You’re so smart, Daddy,” Bree said as she patted Justin’s hand.

“If I am it’s because I learned it all from you and your Dada,” Justin said in all honesty as he hugged his daughter closer. They stayed that way until the pilot told them to take their seats for landing.

 

*****
 

“Shit, Brian, it’s fucking hot!” Justin exclaimed as they left the terminal.

“Yeah, well, it’s August and we’re in Florida. But I have it on good authority that the air conditioners are working all the way from the airport to our destination,” Brian informed his aggravated spouse. Brian grabbed Justin’s wrist to check the time, then shouldering their duffle bags. John had packed very light for them. Brian assured John that he intended to do nothing more strenuous than hang around a pool or a beach for the next week and a half.

“It had better be,” Justin grumbled as he tried to rein in his annoyance. He knew Brian was doing everything he could and that the arrangements were made very quickly. “Are we renting a car or…”

Before Justin could finish his question, a van pulled up to them.

“Get in!” a familiar voice commanded when the passenger side window slid down and the side door opened. Brian grinned at Justin’s slightly shocked expression. “Will you be moving your arses anytime soon? I won’t be coolin’ off all of St. Augustine, will I now!” Seamus chided them.

Brian laughed as he gave Justin a little shove to get him moving. They quickly piled into the van as Seamus closed the window and Brian pulled the door shut. The air conditioner was indeed working very well. They settled back into the seat as Seamus pulled away from the curb.

“To the Piece of Plenty, Seamus, and don’t spare the horses,” Brian quipped as he took Justin’s hand and brought it to his lips. He was rewarded with one of the brightest sunshine smiles he had ever seen.

“Aye, sir,” Seamus replied as he stepped down on the accelerator, taking his charges to the B&B.

-tbc-

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