Finding Your Own Way Back

Chapter 7

Forty-five minutes later they pulled into Brian's parking spot in the garage. The car was full of grocery bags. Justin grabbed several bags as Brian took a moment to get out. Then Brian took several more bags, eliminating the need for more than one trip. Still it was Brian who went up first saying he needed to do a few things in the loft before Gus arrived.

Justin walked into the building, silently. Much better than spending time closed up in the studio, he thought. He waited for the cargo elevator, thinking about just how needy he'd been, how much he'd wanted Brian's hands on him, wanted Brian in him, needed the connected feeling he only ever got when he realized that a part of Brian was in him.

When the elevator approached the sixth floor, he noted the door had been left open. Setting the bags down on the counter, he watched as Brian emerged from the bathroom, barefoot. He never did like shoes, Justin recalled.

"Hey, you get everything?"

"Yeah," he said. "What do you want to do? Gus is going to be here soon."

The sky had darkened considerably during the time they'd spent in the grocery store. That made plans of leaving the loft impossible even if it had been feasible.

Brian's plans of spending the afternoon fucking, sleeping, fucking, and sleeping had been shot by the addition of a two-year-old. "Dunno. Watch a movie. Make out." He grinned.

The expression was mirrored by Justin. "I'll be right back." He had planned on being filled by Brian again and again. But there was something to be said about just making out, tongues sliding softly against one another, tasting each other as prelude.

While Justin was in the bathroom, the phone rang.

"Brian."

"Lindz."

"We're on our way. Thanks for doing this."

"Yeah. See you in a few."

By the time Justin returned, Brian had reclined on the sofa.

"Justin," Brian spoke softly.

Crossing to the sofa where Brian lay, Justin neared him. He was pulled down next to Brian. Brian's mouth was hot against his ear, tip of his tongue tracing the delicate cartilage, stopping to gently nip the lobe, drawing it just barely into his mouth. He shuddered. Brian drew away and said in a tone that could only be described as sex, "I want you to ride me. I want to see your face when you come, knowing it's me and only me you're thinking about when I'm balls deep inside you." Voice low and seductive. Meant to tantalize and arouse. It amazed Brian that he could still want Justin, have such a visceral reaction to the mere nearness of the younger man. "I want to lick you clean like an ice cream cone, till you arch into me, wanting me deeper."

Justin drew back reluctantly and spoke one word only. "Gus."

Brian smiled slightly. "I said what I wanted not what I was going to do. The girls are on their way with Mini Me."

"The sheets---" Justin started.

"Are clean. I changed them when I came upstairs."

Brian sat up. "If he takes a nap this afternoon he can't sleep too long or he'll be up all night. And then you and I will never get a moment's peace as Lindsay will let us know about it."

He's a good father, Justin thought. He'd known he would be even when Brian doubted it.

Twenty minutes later, both men were occupied with various mundane tasks. Justin reading a chapter in a book on impressionism and Brian at his computer. The knock on the door jolted them both out of their concentration. Closing down the program, Brian went to answer it. Sliding it open, he was unsurprised to see Lindsay and Gus.

"Hey, sonny boy," Brian said, as Gus ran full-tilt into him. Glancing at Lindz, he asked, "He have lunch yet?"

"Yeah. A PB & J sandwich. I figured he'd have something less healthy tonight."

Glancing at the teenager reclining on his sofa, Brian figured that was a pretty safe guess. "Yeah, Justin'll probably want pizza. Is that okay?"

Lindsay nodded. "As long as you don't allow him a soda. Try to get him to drink juice." She hesitated, and Brian said, "It's going to be all right, Mom. It's not going to screw him up to leave him a few hours with me."

"I know that Brian."

"Your bitter half giving you a hard time," he said. "Lindsay, I'm sorry if I was a little tough on her but she pissed me off. It's hard enough trying to figure things out betwen the two of us without judgment being passed before forty-eight hours have even passed."

"Okay," she conceded. "We'll see you guys at ten. Don't let him nap too long otherwise he'll be up all night. And, unlike you, he can't sleep till noon or one." She gave Brian a knowing glance. "For the record, Bri, I'm glad you two are back together. I knew you could do it."

Brian smirked. "Of course I can. You see before you the Pittsburgh version of Bacchanal, complete with Bacchanalia."

"You are incorrigible," she said, but she laughed.

Leaving the three alone, Brian rejoined Justin and Gus in the living room. They watched Gus playing with the train set Brian had bought him. Brian started to say something when there was a knock on the loft door. Exchanging glances, Brian slid the door open. Not up for visitors, he thought, unamused. Haven't people heard of a telephone? He wasn't expecting any more visitors since Lindsay had dropped Gus off so he wasn't exactly thrilled to see who was at his door.

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