Wedding Bell Blues
Chapter 16
June 10, 2007 continued
Debbie woke to the sound of someone pounding on her bedroom door. Carl raised his head and rolled over ignoring the sound. When the pounding continued Debbie got unsteadily from the bed and staggered over to the door.
"What?" she demanded as she pulled the door open.
"Debbie," Edna said with a little smile. "You promised to come to church with me today."
"That was before you fucking got me sloshed. I have a motherfucker of a hangover."
"It's hardly my fault that you can't hold your liquor. And may I remind you that it was you who purchased the second bottle."
"Okay, okay, point taken," Debbie grumbled holding her head. "I wonder how Jennifer's doing."
"I bet she's in worse shape than you," Edna chuckled. "I think we should take Emmett to church with us."
"I haven't fucking said I'm going," Debbie stated.
"You promised. Maybe that lovely Carl would like to come too."
"Don't you have any ill effects from all that alcohol?" Debbie asked studying Edna's cheery face.
"I've put away more than that in my wild days."
"You had wild days?"
"Yes, dear, many."
"Let's get Emmett up," Debbie said feeling like someone else should be suffering with her if Edna wasn't going to.
They went down the hall to Emmett's room and began pounding on the door. After a couple of minutes they heard groans and some cursing. Finally the door flew open revealing a naked Emmett who ducked behind the door when he saw Edna.
"What?" he barked. "Is the fucking house on fire?"
"No, you are coming to church with us," Debbie stated.
"Oh my Lord! You woke me up to get me to go to church. I don't do church."
"Today you do," Debbie stated. "Edna says so."
Emmett looked at Edna who smiled and reached up to pat his cheek. "Put on some clothes, dear, and we'll meet you in the kitchen in half an hour."
"Yes, ma'am," Emmett sighed. He never could refuse his elders.
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Meanwhile back at the farm Brian was starting to wake up. He rolled to his left finding himself wrapped around a nice warm body with a plump ass that fit so nicely against his morning wood.
"Sunshine," he cooed. "Oh Sunshine, wakey, wakey!"
"Go way," Justin muttered.
"It's almost noon."
"I don't care. I was dreaming all night about little canapés who had knives and were chasing me all over the farm. I'm exhausted."
"That must have been some dream. Did the canapés have big dicks?"
"The only big dick around here is you. Let me sleep."
"But I have ways to refresh you," Brian promised. "My big dick has healing powers."
"Since when?"
"Why do you think you stay so youthful and vibrant?" Brian smirked.
"I look youthful and vibrant?" Justin asked turning to look into Brian's eyes. He liked hearing things like that.
"Stop fishing for compliments. We have things to do."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Brian thrust gently with his hip making sure Justin felt the stiff cock pressing against him.
"Have you ever not been hard?" Justin asked.
"Not so I remember."
"What am I going to do with you?"
"Take it like a man?"
Justin couldn't stop himself from chuckling. He reached up and grabbed Brian's face as it hovered above him. He pulled Brian down into a soft, warm kiss that deepened as their lips connected.
"I'll always take it any way you want to give it," Justin whispered when he released Brian from the kiss.
"I know, and that's why I love you so much."
Justin blinked his eyes at Brian's statement. It wasn't often he heard the "L" word. "There's so many reasons I love you."
"And a million more why I love you."
"What's made you all sentimental and romantic this morning?"
"I want to get laid," Brian smirked.
"Don't … don't ruin what you just said to me."
"I want to get lucky … with you and only you … from now on," Brian said honestly making a small concession to what he was actually feeling.
Justin's eyes started to fill and he grabbed Brian around the neck. "That's what I want too. That's just what I want."
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Back at the church, Carl walked Debbie down the aisle to a pew not too close to the front. Debbie's head was pounding despite the twelve aspirin she had taken. She slumped gratefully into the seat and Carl sat beside her.
"Tell me again why I'm here," Carl asked looking around.
"To keep me from fucking murdering someone … you, Edna, Emmett, the fucking couple that we made all those goddam canapés for."
Some people turned around at Debbie's language.
"Keep your voice down, sweetheart, or they'll sacrifice us on the altar."
"That would suit me just fine. Put me out of my fucking misery," Debbie groaned.
"Where's that fucking Edna? She makes me come here and then disappears."
"She and Emmett are doing a tour of the church," Carl said watching them make their way around the outside of the church.
"Fuck!" Debbie groaned and closed her eyes letting her head rest on Carl's shoulder.
"Thank you very much, Emmett," Edna said as she took her seat beside Carl. "This is a very nice church."
"You're welcome, Miss Edna, but all I did was hold your arm."
"And that's just what a lady needs."
"That and a bottle of gin," Debbie grumbled.
"She doesn't make a very good drunk, does she?" Edna asked Carl.
He glanced at Debbie and seeing her eyes closed he smiled and shook his head.
Emmett let out a loud sigh. He had gone to church faithfully as a child, but since his homosexuality had become obvious in Hazlehurst, he had been shunned and had never set foot inside a church since. He didn't much like being where he was at the moment. He felt Edna's hand slide along the top of his which was resting on his knee. She gave it a little squeeze.
"God loves you," Edna whispered.
"I know God does. It's people that I question."
"You're safe with me."
"Thanks," he said and couldn't help but smile at the idea of Edna defending him against fanatical religious homophobes.
The service began and thankfully was over in what seemed like not too many days. They all stood and waited till the rows at the front cleared. Suddenly Debbie's murky eyesight spied someone she wasn't looking to see.
"Joan," Debbie said.
Joan Kinney turned and glanced at Debbie. Without a word she hurried up the aisle.
"Let me out," Debbie said suddenly feeling revived. She had something she wanted to say to Joan Kinney. Pushing Emmett and Carl and Edna out into the aisle she followed Joan as quickly as she could. Joan headed for her car hoping to escape. As she unlocked the door to the driver's side she felt a hand grab her arm.
"Afraid to face me!" Debbie demanded her hands on her hips and her head wagging back and forth in her fury.
"I'm not afraid of anything. Leave me alone," Joan said trying to maintain her façade of calm.
"How could you do that to your children?" Debbie asked.
"Do what?" Joan asked feeling suddenly afraid.
"Deb," Carl said taking her arm.
Debbie shook him off. "You know what I mean, trying to take Claire's kids away from her, trying to push the Andersons out of the farm and the way you treat Brian!"
"I don't treat Brian any way. I never see him," Joan said haughtily opening her car door.
"And why is that?" Debbie continued. "Well, let me tell you. It's because you're a bitter, greedy, miserable old bat whose driven her fucking children so far away that they may never come back."
"I … I don't want them back," Joan snapped looking around the parking lot to see how many people were listening.
"Yeah, I should have known you'd say something like that. At least Brian has people who love him, what do you have?" Debbie turned on her heel, grabbed Carl's arm and stomped off towards their car. Emmett and Edna followed.
"Whatever was that all about?" Edna asked Emmett.
"I'll tell you later. It's a long story."
Edna nodded as she got into the back of Carl's car. She wanted to hear all about this. It sounded like Brian's mother truly was some piece of work.
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In the bedroom of the cottage at the farm Brian was lying on his back with Justin riding his cock. He was close and so was Justin. He forced himself to open his eyes and look at his lover. Justin was never more beautiful than when he was in the throes of his orgasm. His skin glowed and his chest heaved. His hair would be slightly matted with sweat. But his eyes! His eyes would be the deepest sapphire blue, full of passion and lust and love. Brian could never get enough of that.
He reached up and grasped Justin's cock stroking it in time with Justin's up and down movements. He heard Justin's breath hitch and then he was coming all over Brian's hand and chest. He felt Justin clench his anus and he was lost to his own orgasm. He shot his load into the condom filling it and feeling it run out.
"Shit!" Brian said tipping Justin off his cock and onto the bed. He quickly got up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. He stripped off the overfull condom and tossed it in the wastebasket. He quickly cleaned up Justin noting that nothing seemed to have gotten inside.
"Why do we have to use those things if you only want me?" Justin asked when Brian finally laid down beside him.
"Because I'm always safe and I want you safe too."
"But if we only fuck each other…"
"What if one of us slips?"
"We won't."
"You don't know that."
"Then we would tell the other person," Justin said sure of himself.
"Like you told me about Ethan?"
"Fuck!" Justin reacted. "You sure know how to kill a mood."
"I'm just being realistic."
"And an asshole."
Brian shrugged. "If that's what you think, fine."
"I … I don't want to fight," Justin said softly.
"Then let's drop the no condom discussion. Ain't going to happen."
"Okay," Justin gave up. He wondered why Brian wouldn't commit to that. It was the last line that they had to cross. He sighed and snuggled against Brian's chest deciding he was happy enough with the way things were.
Within a few minutes, Brian heard the even sounds of Justin's breathing signaling that Justin had fallen back to sleep. Brian's black cloud was forming over his head. If he was really honest with himself and with Justin, Brian would have told Justin that he was having the same thoughts. The ability to do it raw with your partner was the ultimate sign of trust and love. On the other hand, if you truly love someone, you protect him always. Even though Brian brought up Ethan's name, he trusted Justin. It was himself that he didn't trust. No, Brian didn't trust himself at all. Brian knew he could talk a good talk but the proof was in his actions. And Brian had doubts that he could maintain an exclusive relationship with Justin.
Brian was well aware that even as he was aging, he was still an attractive man. He may not turn the same number of heads as he did a few years ago but no one in his company could deny that Brian Kinney was sex on two legs. Brian wasn't sure what troubled him more, keeping up his reputation as a stud or keeping a promise to Justin of monogamy. Before Brian could make any commitments to Justin, he needed to be very sure.
As the drama in Pittsburgh was waning, all was quiet on the farm. Claire went to church with Steve as the rest of the farm slept. Later on there would be more canapés to create.
Debbie's head was still throbbing. She had a late shift at the diner so after church she excused herself and went back to bed. Carl went to the store to pick up the paper and to do some errands leaving Emmett to entertain Edna.
"Emmett, dear, you don't have to keep me company. I know I kept you up late last night."
"You mean this morning."
"Yes, and I got you up out of bed very early."
"It's all right. I'll go back to bed in little while."
"If you don't mind and if it's not a state secret, would you mind explaining the rift between Joan Kinney and what seems like the rest of the world."
"It's a long story. I better put the kettle on."
As Emmett and Edna waited for the kettle to boil, Emmett told the tale of how Joan singlehandedly nearly tore the Anderson-Kinney family apart. Several hours and several pots of tea later, Edna was astonished at the trouble Joan had tried to make for the entire family.
"And those poor children. After all they went through to become a real family, Joan really thought that taking them away from their mother was going to be a good thing? Unbelievable. I'm very happy it all worked out in the end."
"We all are. Claire, Brian's sister, Claire, has turned out to be a very sweet person. She even does some volunteer work at the Vic Grassi home. That's the hospice where AIDS sufferers go to live out their days in peace and comfort. Brian is one of their major supporters."
"Brian is a good man."
"Yes he is, but don't tell him I said that. His ego is big enough." Emmett and Edna shared a laugh then Emmett excused himself.
"You'll have to excuse me, Miss Edna, all that tea and I think I'll lay down for a spell. I have to go over my checklist for the wedding later and I'll need a clear head."
"You go right ahead, dear. I'll clean up then take a nap too. All this gossiping has exhausted me."
The rest of Sunday remained quiet.