Wedding Bell Blues
Chapter 12
June 5, 2007
Justin felt Brian roll away from him and he was instantly awake. He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was ten after two.
"Shit!" he mumbled. He was supposed to wake Brian up every hour and it was now almost four hours since he had last done that. "Brian? Brian! Wake up."
Brian groaned and blinked. "What?"
"Are you okay? Do you feel sick?"
"I fell … asleep," Brian frowned.
"How many fingers do you see?" Justin asked holding up one finger.
"Two."
"Shit! I think you have double vision," Justin gasped brushing Brian's hair off his forehead. "We better call Dr. Morrison."
"No, Sunshine, there was only one finger. I was just yanking your chain for waking me up."
"Asshole."
"Well, it was the middle finger you held up, wasn't it?" Brian smirked.
"Maybe," Justin giggled. "Do you feel all right … truthfully?"
"I feel much better than I did when I laid down."
"That's good, then I guess we can go back to sleep," Justin said cheerily.
"Not so fast, little one. How's your hand?"
"Um … okay."
"Um okay means it's not good."
"It's kind of stiff. It hurts a bit to flex it," Justin admitted biting back a groan as he tried to move it.
"Let me have it," Brian ordered.
"Brian, it's all right really. You need to rest."
"Hand it over … literally."
Justin shifted and contritely held out his hand to Brian. He felt Brian's strong sure fingers begin the slow, methodical massage that would make it all better. He groaned as the initial pressure hurt.
"It'll get better," Brian promised as he continued his work.
"I know, but are you sure you're up to this?"
"I'm sure and you don't need to wake me up again, little boy. I'm going to be okay."
"Me too," Justin sighed giving himself over to Brian's ministrations. Before long Justin's even breathing told Brian he was asleep. For quite a while after that Brian worked at the hand and wrist. He knew Justin would feel better for it in the morning. Finally he fell back to sleep too.
The next time they awoke the sun was shining through the window heralding a beautiful day. They both began to stir at the same time with Justin rolling onto his side and his morning wood pressing against Brian's thigh.
"Hey, Sonny Boy, are you trying to put my eye out?" Brian gave Justin's cock a tug.
"No," Justin chuckled. "But I didn't know you had grown an eye in the groin area."
"It's what happens when they take one of your balls," Brian chuckled.
Justin was happy to hear Brian joke about his one ball status especially after the way the man had looked when he hit the bed. Brian's cancer was all gone and hopefully so would be the effects of yesterday's accident.
"You just want to be able to watch me suck you off."
"That would be nice," Brian sighed.
Justin slid down Brian's body careful to keep his wounded arm in a comfortable position, at least as comfortable as he could find for it. He suckled at one of Brian's tits before moving down and taking Brian's cock into his mouth. As he shifted to get a better angle on his work he put more pressure on his bad hand and collapsed with a groan on top of Brian.
"Hey, Sunshine, what happened?"
"It's my damn hand. It wouldn't support me."
"Roll over."
"What?"
"Roll onto your back and I'll suck you off," Brian said gently.
"But I wanted to…"
"Shh," Brian warned before he sucked Justin's bottom lip into his mouth and effectively shut his partner up.
Brian then proceeded to give Justin one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had. Justin could feel the tenderness and care that Brian put into each move that he made with his lips or his hands or his tongue. When Justin came with a mighty gasp, Brian cradled his young lover against him until the effects of the orgasm subsided. While he waited he began once again to work the knots out of Justin's hand and wrist.
"How did I get lucky enough to find someone like you?"
"Not someone like me, Sunshine, me!"
"So how did I get so lucky?"
"Persistence."
"You think?" Justin chuckled.
"I'd still be in a backroom fucking my brains out if you hadn't been so persistent."
"Do … do you miss it?"
"Rarely," Brian said as he continued to work on the hand. He could feel the muscles relaxing.
"But you do?" Justin asked looking into the hazel eyes.
"Only when you're mad at me or have done something to piss me off. Then I think about how much less complicated those good old days were."
"Good … old days?"
"Good, but not nearly so interesting and challenging and … happy as these days are right now."
"You mean it?" Justin smiled.
"Have I ever lied to you before?"
"No, not directly."
Brian looked into the blue eyes and understood that Justin was referring to the times that he had deliberately refused to admit his feelings for his lover and had pushed Justin away, supposedly for the blond's own good.
"I do love you, you know," Brian whispered. "I was scared shitless yesterday when you cried out in pain in the car."
"I was pretty scared too, but I think we're both all right."
"We are," Brian said positively. "There, your hand's almost good as new. Want to test it out by jerking me off?"
"I'd rather suck you off."
"Nope! This is therapy. Now get to work."
Justin smiled as he took Brian's cock in his bad hand and began sliding his fist up and down … up and down.
After one of Claire's hearty breakfasts, Brian and Justin were ordered to sit and relax as they waited for Dr. Morrison to visit and check them out. Not used to being an invalid and ordered about, Brian grumbled and decided to wait outside in the screened porch. He was beginning to feel as useless as he felt after the Liberty Ride only this time it was worse. He had two good arms and legs and he was as strong as an ox, except that every time he bent over, Brian felt dizzy. Brian was not amused.
His frustration mounted as he watched John measure out the yard, place stakes at the corners of a twenty by twenty space and then rope it off. Within a few minutes John knew where to place his tent and lay the temporary dance floor. One of the reasons Brian and Justin had come up early was to help prepare the yard. Now neither of them was physically capable to help. The scowl on Brian's face deepened.
As if sensing Brian's frustration, John called out to him. "Don't worry, little bro. In a day or two you'll be grumbling because I've worked you too hard. Take advantage of the quiet while it lasts."
Brian nodded with a small smile then he sighed. No, he wasn't amused at all.
Justin decided to wait for the doctor inside. He knew Brian wasn't in a good mood so Justin thought it was best to give him a wide berth for now. Every time Justin held up his fingers to Brian, Brian would grumble and groan like a wounded lion. And lions have long sharp teeth. It was safer to stay in the house with Claire. Later on they'd take the Cherokee to the cottage, unload the bags, paintings and the gifts for the couple. For now, Justin hid.
"You two will be fine but you should continue to take it easy for a few more days," the doctor counseled. "Brian, I wish you had told me about your previous concussion. I would have taken more precautions," Dr. Morrison admonished Brian who had the good sense to stay quiet and look contrite while Justin stuck his tongue out at Brian. "And you, young man, stop trying to over-exercise that hand. Let it heal on its own. It'll be fine."
Justin sucked his tongue back into his mouth and cradled his arm.
"You two are supposed to be grown men. Now behave yourselves. I'll be back in a couple more days." Dr. Morrison glared at Brian and Justin then walked out of the house with Bobby. Leaning close to his son, Dan confided into his son's ear.
"Do you think it worked? Was I stern enough?"
Bobby chuckled and nodded. "I think you were very convincing. Had me worried and I'm not the patient. Thanks Dad. I know this type of medicine isn't your forte but I wanted someone here I could trust to give us straightforward answers."
"It's fine, son. I'm just glad I remembered how to be a medical doctor and not just a cardiologist. Old Doc Adams wants to retire soon and I've been thinking about taking over his practice. This was good experience for me. Those two will be fine; they're too stubborn to be anything else. Justin's young, he'll bounce back quickly. Brian is another matter. If this was his first hit to the head I wouldn't be as concerned. Call me anytime, if his symptoms persist or worsen."
"I will Dad and thanks for coming."
"No thanks necessary. Those boys will be a part of our family soon. I'd like to get to know them better as well as the rest of your friends. I'll call back in a few days." Father and son parted and the day continued on.
Later on in the afternoon, Brian and Justin went to the cottage. Between the two of them they had enough working parts to unload the Cherokee, hang up their clothes and place the painting in a safe place. Bobby made arrangements with the local garage to give the Jeep a thorough tune up so he and John took the Cherokee then drove into Harrisburg to rent some earth shifting equipment from Smittie's.
Since John's workforce was down by two, instead of using shovels to level the ground he decided to rent a power grass remover. By dinner time he and Bobby were back from Smittie's and the equipment was stowed. John thought it best to get a fresh start in the morning. They had ten more days until the ceremony and John was beginning to finally relax. Making the clearing was the last thing to be done or so he thought.
The family gathered for dinner. Brian and Justin had behaved themselves for the whole day and were beginning to feel a whole lot better. Brian didn't feel dizzy when he looked down, and Justin's arm wasn't so stiff. Dinner conversation was light and joke-filled until the former littlest hustler made an observation.
With a half filled mouth, Hunter remarked. "You know I love your idea about having the ceremony by the stream. It's so peaceful and pretty there."
The family smiled and nodded with agreement.
"But you're having about a hundred people there all standing. Will everyone be able to see? Or are you going to arrange everyone in order of size?"
The table grew very silent as they all looked up and gaped at Hunter. John began to choke and Bobby started slapping him on the back. Claire buried her head in a napkin. Brian and Justin shared a look then exclaimed in unison, "Fuck!"
Hunter made sure John was breathing okay before he left the table to make a phone call. Coming back to the table with the phone, he handed it to Bobby. John was still heaving.
"Hello?" Bobby said into the phone.
"Hiya, Honey, it's your Auntie Em."
"Hi Emmett, uh, what can I do for you?"
"Wrong, wrong, wrong. It's what can I do for you!"
"Okay. What can you do for me?"
"Well, it's for both of you, all of you really. I mean for the guests and..."
"Emmett! The point, please, and some time before the ceremony."
"Now, don't get your thong in a twist. Will someone be home tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we'll be here."
"Good. Some time before noon you should be getting a delivery."
"What kind of delivery?"
"Rustic benches."
"Benches?"
"Yes, you know, benches. As in something you sit your sweet little ass on."
"Leave my ass out of this. How? Why?"
"Did you really want all those people standing around during the commitment ceremony? I don't think so. And I wasn't so sure you guys wanted to make like lumberjacks and start cutting down trees. So I ordered a whole bunch of benches. You can store them in the barn until we're ready to put them out. How does that sound?"
"Emmett, you are a lifesaver!"
"Just leave everything to your fairy godmother. I'll be up there early next week. Toodles, ya'll."
As Emmett cut the connection Bobby continued to stare at the phone for a few seconds before addressing his curious family.
"Um, that was Emmett," Bobby stated the obvious.
"Duh," Hunter said as Brian and Justin gave Bobby a crossed eye look.
John who had found his voice, rasped out. "What did he say?"
"Apparently, Emmett does know what he's doing. He ordered rustic benches for the guests to sit on at the stream. They're being delivered tomorrow."
Hunter sat back in his chair looking rather smug. His demeanor wasn't lost on Brian.
"What do you know about this?" Brian snarked.
"Not much except I did notice that you had the seating all arranged for the reception and nothing for the ceremony. I didn't think Debbie would appreciate sitting on the rock in one of her finest gowns. So I had a little chat with Emmett. He came up with the idea of the benches. Something that would blend in with the woods. Pretty cool idea, I think."
The astonished family could only stare at Hunter and nod. It was Justin who gave credit where credit was due.
"Hunter, that was a brilliant idea. You really saved the day with that one."
Hunter blushed and continued to eat his dinner.
So ended Tuesday the 5th of June.