Wedding Bell Blues
Chapter 4
Brian drove the Cherokee over to the Anderson house. Justin sat next to him looking so much like a young Marilyn Monroe that it almost made his heart seize up. He had Brian's cashmere coat around his shoulders. The ever flamboyant Emmett dressed as the hooker in "Pretty Woman" was chattering away in the back seat.
"You know, Brian, you would make an interesting Lana Turner," Emmett said pulling Brian's hair back from his face as he reached around the headrest.
"Get the fuck off me," Brian said batting at Emmett's hands.
"But this is supposed to be drag queen night. Why can't you get into the spirit of things?"
"I have."
"What do you mean? You have a white T-shirt, black leather jacket and tight jeans. It's what you wear all the time."
"I'm James Dean, the biggest queen of all time."
Justin snorted. "You are so…" Justin couldn't think of a good word other than silly and he didn't want to start a fight. He thought he just might need Brian's help later in the evening. Wearing this dress made him feel so … vulnerable.
"Can't think of the right word to describe me, Miss M?" Brian asked with a chuckle.
Justin looked over at Brian with just a touch of fear in his eyes. "Do you think I'm making a mistake going to the Honey Bear dressed like this?"
"I think dressing as a woman is a mistake at the best of times," Brian reacted. He glanced at Justin and noted the uncertainty. "But if you're going to do it, you couldn't look any better."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"You're so going to win the prize," Emmett added. "That is, if I don't."
Brian snorted this time. "You are so going to lose, Emmy Lou."
"Hey, I look great."
"Hold that thought," Brian said as he pulled up at the back of the Anderson house. "Let's go."
"Go where?" Emmett asked. "I'm not walking in the snow in these boots."
"Me either," Justin said looking at his open toed high heels.
"Christ, you guys are worse than fucking women," Brian said getting out of the car. He walked around and opened Justin's door picking up the young man and carrying him towards the screen porch door.
"Ooh, my manly man," Justin giggled kicking up his heels.
"You are such a girl," Brian laughed.
"Tonight I am."
Brian deposited Justin inside and went back for Emmett. "I'm not carrying you," Brian stated. Emmett giggled. "But you can lean on me," Brian conceded.
Emmett stood gingerly in his high heeled boots. He clutched at Brian's arm as they made their way into the house. "What the fuck are we doing?"
"Claire wants pictures," Brian said as they entered the kitchen and saw Bobby dressed in his gown from the gala at the Sidney Bloom Gallery. "Hey, Red, it's nice to see that one of you knows how to dress like a lady."
"Fuck you, Kinney," Emmett reacted giving Brian a shove now that he was on firm flooring.
"You look interesting," Bobby said as Emmett took off his coat. "Who are you?"
"Why does everybody keep asking me that? Fags are supposed to know their film icons."
"So, who are you?"
"Julia fucking Roberts from 'Pretty Woman'!"
"Oh."
"Well shit! How am I going to win the fucking contest if nobody knows who the fuck I am?"
Bobby shrugged. Brian smirked and Justin just smiled.
"You okay now, Bobby?" Brian asked.
"Yeah, sorry about the hysterics, but sometimes things just get ahead of me, and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"Did John settle you down?"
"Emmett and … John," Bobby said with a blush.
Brian could imagine how his brother had tamed the fiery red head. "Where is that big brother of mine?"
"Right here," John said coming down the stairs followed by Claire. He was dressed like Rhett Butler out of 'Gone With the Wind'.
"Very handsome, big bro'," Brian said smoothing the shoulders on John's jacket.
"Thanks. You look slightly … sinister," John observed.
"That's better than … silly," Brian replied looking knowingly at Justin. Justin shivered at the look and at the realization that Brian had read his mind.
"Let's get one of you all together," Claire said waving her camera at them. "And then I want individual shots and couple shots."
Brian groaned but cooperated with Claire as she got all the required pictures. When she was finished they donned their coats and Brian swung Justin into his arms to carry him back out to the Cherokee. Justin giggled and looked lovingly at Brian who hadn't had to be asked to carry him.
"Guess I better do the same for my belle of the ball," John said scooping Bobby into his arms and making sure that his long skirts wouldn't drag in the snow and get all wet. The look of love on Bobby's face spoke volumes.
"My hero," Bobby cooed.
"Why the fuck can't I find someone to do that for me?" Emmett asked staring after the departing lovers.
"You will some day, dear," Claire assured him patting his arm.
Emmett put his coat on and headed for the door. "Good night, Claire. I'll see they get back safely."
"Thank you, dear."
Brian appeared at the door. "Come on, Emmy Lou; let's get this show on the road."
"Ever the gallant one," Emmett said taking Brian's arm and allowing him to help him to the car.
"I try."
Emmett smiled and knew that Brian did indeed try.
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Brian drove the Cherokee as close as he could to the front of the Honey Bear. Fortunately the club had the good sense to roll out the red carpet in deference to the scores of high-heeled drag queens that were attempting to stay upright. The boys waited for Brian before making their grand entrance to the club.
Brian noted that there were several Bettes, Lizas, Barbras, and Bettys. There were many original creations, such as Emmett's Julia, and Bobby's Scarlett, and even a RuPaul. But only one Marilyn. Considering MM was a drag queen's wet dream, that surprised Brian. He could only rationalize it by thinking maybe it was too cold or that the hick queers didn't think they could pull it off. Whatever the reason, Justin certainly stood out. His sultry innocence perfectly accentuated his costume. Brian's face began to ache due to the constant leering and death glares he was forced to put forth in order to ward off any interlopers. If this was Babylon, Brian could safely have a drink or two knowing that no one would dare make a play for Justin, but since no one up here really knew of the great god Kinney, Brian thought it best to keep a clear head. He stuck with a beer, nursing it through the night.
John and Bobby made a dashing couple, dancing all of the waltzes played. Emmett was re-introduced to Sam. Sam came solo, dressed in a very expensive looking suit. He was the perfect Richard Gere to Emmett's Julia. Emmett was smitten and by the end of the night, he couldn't have cared less that no one recognized his character. The two of them danced the night away.
Justin, as promised, stayed close to Brian. Instead of dancing to the thumpa thumpa music, Justin preferred to dance the slow ones with Brian, and Brian appeared to have no objections. He knew that Justin wasn't accustomed to dancing in heels. They made a romantic couple straight out of the movies of the 50's where men were men and women were...you get the picture.
Rather than have the contestants parade around on a stage, there were several designated judges who mingled with the guests. It was their job to get close enough to each queen, scrutinize the costume and see how each 'lady' interacted with her man or friends. Bobby had already disqualified himself, letting each judge know what he was going to wear. At the end of the night, George would present the trophy to the number one drag queen. George took the microphone, ready to announce the winners.
"Good evening everyone and welcome to the Honey Bear's tenth annual Valentine's Drag Queen contest." The whole joint applauded and cheered as George made his introductions.
"Thank you all for coming and for not coming on the bathroom walls." The club roared with laughter.
"Without further ado, I'd like to turn the mike over to our own Bobby Morrison. As you all know, Bobby will be permanently off the market this spring when he and his fiancé, John, get married. And if you all behave yourselves, you'll be invited to the wedding!" The laughter gave way to cheers and calls of congratulations as Bobby went to the podium.
"Thank you, George, and thank you Honey Bear!" The applause was deafening as Bobby spoke his appreciation to his loyal customers without whom he would have never made it through school.
"The Honey Bear holds a special place in my heart and I hope we continue this tradition for many years to come. Judges have you tallied your scores?" A tall burly waiter handed the tally sheet to Bobby with a deep bow. Bobby curtseyed then faced the crowd to read off the winners.
"The third runner up goes to Julia Roberts!" The club cheered as Emmett went to the podium to receive his bouquet of flowers and a gift certificate to dinner and drinks at the Honey Bear. Emmett was so thrilled that someone actually recognized his costume that he was speechless. He required several tissues and a mirror to repair his tear-streaked makeup.
"The second runner up goes to RuPaul!" A nearly seven foot beauty came up to accept his bouquet, gift certificate, and a simple crystal tiara.
"And now the winner of the tenth annual Honey Bear Drag Queen contest goes to...Marilyn Monroe!" The cheers and applause vibrated the whole building as Justin stood up to walk to the podium. He deeply blushed as Brian offered his arm to guide his beauty queen to the podium. The contrast of dark and light, sweet innocence and menacing good looks was striking. Brian stepped back as Justin was crowned in a gleaming tiara made of several rows of Swarovski crystals and draped in a red and pink boa. A large bouquet of roses was placed in his arms as well as his own gift certificate.
"Speech! Speech!" the crowd yelled out.
In a breathy voice that brought a rise to several men in the audience, Justin whispered his gratitude into the mike. "Thank you all and Happy Valentine's Day." That brought forth more cheers and several offers to be Justin's Valentine. "Thank you very much," Justin continued, "but I already have my own very special Valentine." With that, Justin turned, took Brian's arm, and was led back to their table.
The rest of the evening was spent dancing and laughing. Brian kept Justin close and couldn't help but scowl at all the appraising looks his lover received. As the evening wore down, Brian, Justin, Bobby and John were seated around their table having one last drink. An empty chair sat conspicuously beside them.
"Where's Julia?" Brian asked with a smirk.
"He's been dancing with that same guy all night," Justin said. "They seem to have hit it off."
"Who is he?"
"That's Sam Haldorson," Bobby contributed. "I'm glad he didn't bring that ass he's been seeing lately."
"Who's that?" John asked.
"I don't think you know him, honey. But he was an abusive son of a bitch from what I've heard. Sam was with him on New Year's."
Brian winced a bit at the mention of New Year's and what he had almost let happen. Bobby had been true to his word and had never mentioned it again. They watched Emmett and Sam dance. They made a striking couple, almost like something straight out of "Pretty Woman", but not so straight.
"I wonder if Emmett will be coming home with us," Justin wondered out loud.
Just then Emmett and Sam made their way over to the group. Emmett made the introductions before announcing that he was going back to Sam's, and not to wait up for him.
"Your chariot leaves at noon," Brian announced. "Make sure you're there if you want a ride back to Pittsburgh, Emmy Lou."
Emmett nodded and giggled before grabbing Sam's hand and marching off as best he could in his high heeled boots.
"Well, I'm ready to go," Brian stated giving Justin a look that spoke volumes.
"Me too," Justin said breathlessly and then giggled.
"I think we better get these two home before they put on a different kind of show in front of everybody," John said.
Bobby laughed. "I can hardly wait for you to peel this dress off me, big guy," Bobby crooned in John's ear.
John felt his cock harden and he pulled Bobby out of his chair kissing him longingly. Brian grabbed Justin's hand and gallantly encouraged the lad to stand up. He tucked Justin's arm around his own and they headed for the coat check.
All the way home, Bobby and John were making out in the backseat. Brian and Justin shared longing glances as Brian tried to keep the Jeep on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. Finally they pulled up at the Anderson house.
"Bye, little brother," John gasped as he pulled Bobby into his arms and carried him to the house. Brian didn't wait to see them enter the house. He gunned the engine in reverse and turning abruptly headed them for the cottage.
John set Bobby down inside the door and captured him in another passionate kiss. "I want you so bad," he whispered.
"Carry me to our room, John, and I'll make heaven and Earth move for us," Bobby whispered back as he felt himself lifted into John's strong arms.
Brian screeched to a halt in front of the cottage. He got out of the car and unlocked the door before coming back to get Justin. Justin sat patiently with a contented smile on his face. Brian so loved him, and he was going to show his man how much he loved him back. Suddenly the door to the Cherokee was yanked open and Brian scooped Justin up. He carried the young man into the cottage kicking the door closed behind him. He walked into their bedroom laying Justin tenderly on the bed.
"You look so fucking beautiful," Brian said as he looked down at his lover. "I've been hard all night."
"I know," Justin grinned. He sat up and worked at undoing the halter top.
"Leave it," Brian ordered.
"Why?"
"I'm going to fuck you right out of that dress," Brian growled in reply.
"Why, sir, you shock me," Justin said batting his baby blues at Brian.
Brian sloughed off his jacket and then his T-shirt and jeans. Naked he crawled up the bed until he hovered above the fully clad Justin. He shoved Justin's legs apart and knelt between them. His hands grasped the hem of the pleated dress. He slowly raised it pressing it along Justin's arms, watching the pleats expand until their hands met. He looked down seeing Justin's groin covered in the lace panties and his erect cock poking out from the lacy edge.
"You little slut," Brian moaned.
"Not so little," Justin gasped.
"You were hard under there all night?"
"Just for you."
"I fucking hate women's clothes and dressing up and all that shit, but I could get used to these surprises."
Justin smiled up at him and didn't say anything else.
"You make a fucking hot woman, but a fucking hotter man."
Brian slowly peeled the panties down Justin's legs. He lowered himself onto Justin's body so that their cocks rubbed together. He kept Justin's arms spread eagled from his body covered by the silky material of the dress. His mouth ravaged Justin's, and then his neck and then his abdomen, and finally he buried his nose in Justin's pubes, inhaling the scent he knew so well but also something different. He looked up at Justin who gazed back with lust filled eyes.
"It's a floral scent Emmett gave me. I thought it said Marilyn better than the aftershave I usually wear," Justin giggled.
"And just where did you use this?"
"Where you just were."
"Anywhere else?"
"Behind my knees."
"Stay still and leave the dress over your chest," Brian said as he raised one of Justin's legs sniffing at the soft skin behind. He licked across there and heard Justin whimper. The boy stayed still, his arms spread with the dress covering them and his chest. Brian lifted the other leg and did the same, eliciting more whimpers. Brian could see the precum glistening at the tip of Justin's cock. "Where else?" he growled.
"Navel, armpits," Justin gasped as Brian kissed and sucked at each one. "Nipples." Brian shoved his head under the edge of the dress and nipped and sucked and kissed the hardening nubs. Justin writhed and shivered beneath him. Brian's own cock was begging for release. He sat up grabbing a condom and sheathing himself. He squirted some lube on it and in Justin's waiting hole. He slid Justin's legs up onto his shoulders giving one more kiss to the back of each knee. His fingers opened Justin eliciting grunts and moans that made him even harder. Unable to wait any longer he positioned his cock and drove in. Justin gasped and then relaxed. Brian thrust again edging into the heated tightness that he loved so much. When he was fully ensconced, he looked down at Justin half covered with the dress and gazing up at him with all the love and trust that he knew they shared.
"You will never wear that dress for anyone else but me," Brian growled.
"If that's what you want, Brian."
"That's what I want."
And so it began, a ride so familiar and so wonderful to each of them. When they were finished, spent and happy, Justin noticed that his dress had disappeared.
"You did fuck me out of my dress," Justin giggled.
"Where is it?"
"On the floor. It served its purpose."
"You got that right, Sunshine," Brian replied as he pulled the covers over them. They could clean up in the morning.
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A little after eleven, Brian and Justin arrived at Claire's for brunch. A very self satisfied John was already sitting at the table. Bobby, looking very smug himself, helped Claire dish up the eggs and bacon. Everyone turned and looked at the pair who had just entered.
"Fuck!" Hunter griped. "You all look like you just fucked the world."
"We did. Our worlds," Brian said nuzzling Justin's neck.
John smiled and Bobby ran his hand along John's jaw as he set the plate on the table. Hunter kept buttering toast, shaking his head.
"No butter for me," Brian ordered as he poured coffee and took a seat.
Hunter tossed an unbuttered slice in his direction.
"You could have butter," Justin cooed. "We could work it off when we get home."
"We're going to work off the bacon and eggs when we get home," Brian replied with a lascivious look.
Justin felt himself shiver. He could still feel Brian inside him. They had done that again just before coming to Claire's. Justin somehow felt vulnerable after wearing that dress and the way Brian had treated him last night.
"How much of this crap do we have to listen to?" Hunter demanded dishing himself a big plate of bacon and eggs. He shoved the platter at Brian.
"Didn't get any last night?" Brian asked.
"I … I wasn't trying to get any," Hunter said defensively. Brian shrugged.
"How was the dance at the college?" Claire asked.
"Okay."
"Just okay?"
"I … I don't know many of those people yet."
"But you will," Claire said setting the juice pitcher on the table. "Would you like to see the pictures I took last night?"
"How did you get them developed so fast?" Justin asked.
"Unlike some, I had no dance or party to go to, so I took them to the one hour place in town after you all left."
"Let's see," Hunter said grabbing the envelope of pictures. "Oh my fucking God! Look at Emmett. And Bobby and John, you guys look like you just stepped out of 'Gone with the Wind'."
"That's the look we were going for."
"And Brian looks hot," Hunter said giving Brian a wink. "And fucking Justin! Holy shit! Is that actually you?"
"Yep, Justin said looking at the photos which were circulating.
"I think we may have to pay Claire off to keep these to herself," Brian said giving the pictures the once over.
"We should have taken your camera, mother," John said. "Then we could have gotten a picture of Justin in his tiara. He looked hot."
"Tiara?" Hunter asked.
"He won the contest," Brian said proudly.
Hunter grimaced as Emmett flew in the door. "Hi, hi, hi," he called as he poured some coffee and smirked at everyone that looked at him. He had what could only be described as that well fucked look on his face.
"Christ, another one!" Hunter stated in disgust. All these people did was fuck.
"Get some food in you, Emmy Lou," Brian grinned. "We leave in fifteen minutes."
"Do I have time to go get my regular clothes from the cottage," Emmett asked still dressed as Julia Roberts. "It's a bugger to get in and out of this outfit."
"Your bag is in the Jeep. Change if you want to," Brian said.
"Um … could someone help me out to the Jeep?" Emmett asked looking at his high heels. He glanced at Brian who had helped him last night.
John stood and with his best southern gentleman accent, he said," Let me help you, ma'am." He offered his arm to Emmett who took it gratefully.
"At least there's one gentleman among us," Emmett called over his shoulder.
"How quickly they forget," Brian griped. "Ungrateful wretch."
"You'll always be my gentle man," Justin said softly.
"You guys sure know how to make me hurl," Hunter said trying to keep his breakfast down.
"We'll be gone soon," Brian laughed.
"Thank God," Hunter felt compelled to add.