BRIAN

I was baby sitting Chas for the day. Daphne had planned on taking the week off but an emergency came up and she was called in to work for the day.  Chas’ Nanny had flown home to Arizona to spend Christmas with her family.  All Daph’s and Justin’s contingency plans fell through.  Justin had a major presentation to work on.  He decided to cancel his presentation until after Christmas so he could stay with Chas.  I didn’t want him to do that.  I knew how important this presentation was and how hard he and Anna were working on it.  I’d even given them a little help.   I volunteered to baby sit Chas because it was my off day from work and school was out.  They both seemed a little reluctant to accept my offer.  

At first I thought they didn’t trust me with Chas and I was a little hurt by that.  It turns out they weren’t afraid for her but for me.  Chas had a reputation as a little terror.   In the months I had been with Justin I’d seen Chas throw one of her famous tantrums.  It was scary but I watched how patient Daph and Justin were with her and how they calmly handled her little drama baby moments.  I believed I could too.

 I assured them I could take care of her.  Plus it would be better than calling someone Chas didn’t know.  At least Chas knew me and we were comfortable with each other that meant she was less likely to throw a tantrum.  They agreed.  I was overwhelmed when Justin told Daphne he trusted me to care for Chas.  That type of trust represented a major step in our relationship.  

Daphne and Chas’ came over at 7:30 a.m.   Daph had dressed Chas in the cutest little Osh Kosh lavender colored Jumper, white blouse with embroidered little butterflies and flowers on the collar, lace trimmed socks and Nike tennis shoes.  I was always amazed that Nike made shoes in baby sizes.  Chas’ dark blonde hair was in two braids with ribbons and beads twisted into them.  She looked so much like Justin and Daph.  Their features combined to make such a beautiful little girl.  

I felt a little under dressed. Daph was dressed in one of her navy blue power suits, Justin was a little more casual but still he had on dress slacks and a button down shirt.  I’d pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a cotton t-shirt after our morning suck/fuck shower.  I hadn’t even bothered to put on shoes.  I was walking around in socks.

We’d all sat down and eaten breakfast or at least tried.  Chas was constantly under the tree shaking gifts or pulling the ornaments off the tree.  It took a while but Daph and Justin managed to get her to eat her breakfast.

They’d both made sure I had their contact numbers.  At 8:30 a.m. Daphne and Justin left.  Daphne had given me a schedule for Chas but made sure I understood that it was not written in concrete it could be broken depending on Chas’ mood.  I’d mostly followed the schedule.  Chas and I had played with her blocks and other toys and I spent most of the morning trying to keep her from unwrapping the gifts under the tree.  I’d almost given in when she’d looked at me with those big pretty bluish gray eyes and pleaded, “Can I open one, *pease*?”  I understood at that moment why Justin gave in to her so much.  If it weren’t for Daph I think Chas wouldn’t be denied anything and she’d be past spoiled she’d be ruined.

A little off schedule I’d given Chas a snack around 10:35 a.m. and about 11:00 we watched the Kids educational channel.  At 12:00 p.m.  Justin called to check in.  Daph called a few minutes after I’d gotten off the telephone with Justin to thank me for helping her out and to assure Chas hadn’t driven me crazy.  Chas was very active but she was such a sweet little girl and when she turned those bluish gray eyes on me I melted.  

At 12:30 p.m.  I’d started thinking about cooking something for lunch.  I sat Chas in her chair as I checked the fridge.  With my limited cooking skills lunch wouldn’t be anything fancy.  Daph had brought over some chicken and noodle, plus there was salad in the fridge, a loaf of crusty French bread on the counter and we had some grape juice.  It sounded like lunch to me.  As I was getting lunch out I heard a knock on the door.  I lifted Chas in my arms and walked towards the door.

“I wonder who that could be?” I asked her as I tweaked her nose and made her giggle.

“Santa,” She squealed as her little arms wrapped around my neck.  

I laughed.  “I don’t think so Chas.  So, I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

“Uh huh,” she agreed.

Before I could open the door it was pushed back and two women stood in the doorway.  I immediately knew who they were.  There was no mistaking Justin’s mother or sister. Justin had many pictures of them around the loft.  The pictures didn’t do their looks justice.  I could see where Justin got his blonde good looks.  He and his sister were spitting images of his mother.  The only difference was his mother’s eyes were a dark chocolate brown that emphasized her fair coloring.  His sister was a younger version of her Mom only her eyes were the same sparkling blue as Justin’s.   

Justin’s mother was dressed in a very elegant Cashmere coat over a tailored tan pants suit.  Molly was in a black leather waist length coat, short, short blue stretch dress that accentuated every curve from her generous breast, flat stomach, small waist and skimmed her slender hips, a pair opaque black stockings and black leather boots

“Nana, Mol’,” Chas’ yelled eagerly reaching for them.  

A smile spread across Mrs. Taylor and Molly’s face.  Mrs. Taylor lifted Chas’ out of my arms.  “There’s Nana’s girl,” her voice was soft and refined.  She kissed Chas and squeezed her to her chest.  “Nana has really missed her darling grandbaby.  Have you missed Nana?”

“Yeah,” she punctuated the word with a kiss on Mrs. Taylor’s mouth.  The kiss made a loud smack.

Molly leaned over and kissed Chas.  “Hey, Chassy.  Did you miss me too?” she asked.

“Yeah, a bunch.” She leaned over and bestowed the same loud smacking kiss on Molly’s lips. Chas remembering her baby manners turned in her Nana’s arms and pointed to me, “dat’s Bri-an,” she introduced.

“Well, well,” Molly said as she walked over to me.  “Why are all the beautiful men Gay,” she lamented as she gave me a truly genuine smile.  “Now I know why Justin has been in such a good mood recently.  If I had you at home with me I’d be in a good mood too.”

“Molly don’t embarrass him,” Mrs. Taylor admonished.  

“Mom he lives here with Justin.  After all the things I know Justin has done to him I doubt anything I say can embarrass him or make him blush.”

I thought on that.  Molly was probably right, but still I was blushing.  I finally found my voice. “Hello, Mrs. Taylor, Molly.  Let me help you with your luggage.”

“Please call me Jennifer.”

“Thank you, I will,” I responded.

I rushed out and brought their luggage in while they made themselves comfortable.  Our guest had arrived ahead of schedule.  

***
I’d called Justin as soon as I showed Jennifer and Molly to their rooms.  He’d spoken with both of them and back to me.  He said he wouldn’t be able to get away for another hour or so.   Until then it was up to me to keep them entertained.  It wasn’t something I was looking forward to.  It went pretty good.  Mrs. Taylor had changed into a pair of khaki’s and a long sleeved t-shirt to fixed lunch for all of us.   Molly didn’t change.  She warmed up the chicken and noodle that Daph had brought over.  Molly and I put together a salad and Mrs. Taylor warmed the loaf of French bread.  It wasn’t bad.  Molly and Mrs. Taylor were pretty occupied with preparing lunch and bestowing attention on Chas.  So, they hadn’t asked me a lot of questions.  I was grateful for the reprieve.  We sat down to eat.

“Justin told me you would be living with him for an indeterminate amount of time.” 

I swallowed nervously.  I knew these questions would eventually be asked but I was hoping to avoid them until Justin got home.  I told the truth.  “Justin and I have decided to take our living arrangements a step at a time.  First I have to finish high school.”  I started to mention that I wasn’t eighteen yet but decided to keep that bit of information to myself.  Instead I added, “Then of course there’s college.  Justin is quite adamant that I attend college.  Once I’m in college I guess we’ll have to see how things go.” 

“What will you be studying in college?” 

“I’m interested in Marketing and Advertising,” 

Jennifer shook her head in approval, “That’s a very good field.  Have you taken the SAT?” 

“Yes.   I scored 1375.” 

I could tell from the expression on Jennifer’s face she was impressed.  “That’s very impressive Brian.  Justin scored 1500 on his SAT’s.  He could have gone to any college he wanted to attend.  His father wanted him to go to his Alma Mater Dartmouth.” 

“Of course it wasn’t what Justin wanted,” Molly piped in.  “He wanted Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts.”

Ms. Taylor gave a strained smile.  “Well that’s in the past.  Have you applied to many colleges or universities yet?” 

“Yes.  I’ve been accepted to quite a few, but I’m only interested in the ones that give a full scholarship.” 

“What colleges have accepted you thus far?”

“Georgia Tech, Simmons, Syracuse, Columbia, Cabrini, Brown, Penn State and Emory University.”

Molly raised her eyebrows in the same way Justin did, “I’m impressed Brian.  You’re not just a pretty face.  Some of the schools you’ve mentioned are pretty prestigious and out of state.  Does Justin know about this?”

I shrugged, “He knows I’ve received some scholarships for college. We haven’t gotten around to discussing where the colleges are located yet.”

“Well, it seems that you need to have that discussion.”  Jennifer said.

“And soon,” Molly added.  “I’m sure Justin will have a lot to say about you leaving the state.    I mean if I had a Long, Lean and *Luscious,*” Molly let the last word roll off her tongue like a caress,  “boyfriend I’d want to know he was considering leaving the state to attend college.”  She gave me the once over again.  Molly was pretty open with her perusal.  “My brother certainly has good taste there’s no denying that.  He had better watch out.  I think I’m in love.” 

I had to laugh at Molly her smile and easygoing manner was infectious. 

She playfully batted her eyes at me, “Are you sure you’re Gay?  Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman.  I may be a little older than you, of course not as old as my brother,” she teased. 

“Oh, He’s Gay alright and the age thing is not your business.  So back off.”  Justin said as he came into the living room.  As usual he’d come up from the downstairs apartment.

Justin walked over hugged and kissed me.  I was a little apprehensive.  I kept stealing glances at Jennifer to see how see was reacting to her son and another man expressing affection for each other.  I didn’t want to shock her.  Justin didn’t seem the least hesitant.  It wasn’t just a quick peck on the lips it was a full kiss with his tongue slipping past my startled lips.  He didn’t pull away until I fully participated in the kiss.  When he was satisfied with my response he pulled back, brushed another quick kiss on my lips.  I looked to see if we had totally grossed out or shocked his mother and sister.  From the looks on their face apparently not. 

“Da da,” Chas squealed reaching her arms out to her father. 

Justin lifted Chas out of Molly’s arms giving her a big hug and kiss.  “How’s Da da’s baby girl?  Have you been good?” 

Chas gave him her sunshine smile, “Yeah, Mol’ gave me candy,” she told him as if Justin couldn’t tell by the evidence around her mouth and her sticky fingers. Then she expressed what was most important in her 3-year-old world. “Nana and Mol’ bring gifts.” 

Justin laughed as he adjusted Chas in his arms.  “Did they now?  Are any for you?” 

Her bright smile widened, “Nana say most all of’em.” 

“Are you going to share with Da da and Mama?” 

‘Yeah, and with Bri-an.” 

I gave her a big smile.  Chas was such a sweet little girl just like her father and mother.  “You get Bri-an a gift?”  She asked Justin. 

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did.  I even asked Santa to bring him something very special,” Justin said sensuously. 

“Yay,” Chas clapped.  “Santa bring Bri-an gifts.”

Justin locked eyes with me.  I flushed from the warmth I saw mirrored in his gaze.  Justin may never say that he loved me but when he gave me looks like that I didn’t need the words.  The sensual promise in Justin’s eyes made my breath catch in my throat. 

“The temperature in her just got a little hotter,” Molly teased her brother.  Even she couldn’t miss the lust in the look Justin was giving me.  

Justin cut his eyes at his sister, “Shut up Brat.” He said playfully.  I could hear the love in his voice. 

“Whazzup big brother?” 

Justin turned to lock eyes with mine one more time, “Not what I want to be up that’s for certain.” 

I caught the sexual innuendo in his voice and blushed.  I wondered if his mother and sister knew what he was talking about.  I quickly looked over at Molly.  By the amused expression on her face she’d understood. 

Jennifer cleared her throat to remind us that she was still in the room.  If possible I think I blushed more profusely. 

Justin leaned down and kissed his mother on the cheek. 

 “Hello, Mother,” Justin greeted.  “I didn’t expect you until tomorrow afternoon.” 

“Well, we were able to get on an early flight and we took advantage of it.” 

“I see you’ve settled in,” Justin observed. 

Jennifer smiled at me fondly, “Yes, Brian helped us.” 

“I help too, Da Da,” Chas chirped in. 

“Yes, you did.  Nana’s grandbaby was the big girl today.” 

I was a little overwhelmed watching a happy family.  It was the same feeling I had Thanksgiving with Daphne and her parents.  Although a little less organized, a lot more chaotic and seriously a lot more boisterous it was the same love at the Novotny-Grassi household too.  It was strange watching these scenes and realizing that although probably not as sappy as the TV movies families did get together for the holiday and other occasions and actually enjoyed themselves.

*******
JUSTIN

It had been a long day.  Daph had come by after work to pick up Chas and I convinced her to stay for dinner.  I know Mom and Molly wanted to spend more time with Chas.  Mom and I prepared dinner for all of us.  Chas had spent most of the night shaking all the gifts her little arms could lift.  Dinner had been a boisterous affair.  Daph and Molly talked a mile a minute.  I had to give Mom credit she didn’t embarrass Brian with a lot of personal questions.  Unless of course they had grilled him before I came home.  I doubted that though.  Brian didn’t seem upset when I got in and he was very comfortable around Mom and Mol’.

Finally around 11:45 p.m. I carried a sleeping Chas down to Daph’s car.  I followed Daph home and helped her get Chas settled in and came back to the loft.

I got home and the main thing on my mind was fucking Brian.  I’d been thinking about it all day.  We’d only had a chance for a quick suck and fuck in the shower this morning.  I was intending to spend the night fucking him into exhaustion but my Mom and Molly’s surprise arrival put that on hold.  I intended to make up for it now.  

I walked in the loft expecting everyone to be asleep and Brian to be in bed waiting on me.   I was wrong.  Mom was sitting in the TV area sipping a glass of wine.  I shrugged out of my coat, poured myself a shot of JB and joined her.

I lowered my body into the chair across from Mom and stretched out.

“Chas has gotten to be such a big girl and she is so smart Justin.”

I smiled, “Yes, and she can be a little terror when she doesn’t get her way.”

Mom returned my smile, “You were too when you didn’t get your way.”

A comfortable silence fell around us as we both seemed to be lost in our own thoughts.

“I heard from your Father on Thanksgiving.  He asked about you.”

I could feel myself tense.  “Dad has my number.  If he wants to speak to me he knows how to contact me.“

“Justin you and your Father are older now.  Maybe the two of you can find some common ground.  The least you can do is try.”

I let out a sigh and took a deep swig of my drink, “Look Mom if Dad calls me I’ll listen to what he has to say.  That’s all I can promise.  I’m not going to be the straight son Dartmouth graduate son he wants.  I’m a fag, Mom.  That isn’t going to change.  If Dad can accept that we can have a relationship.  The last time I spoke to him he couldn’t accept.”

Mom leaned forward in her seat, “I know he’s been difficult Justin.  But he loves you.  He really does.  I don’t think he hates that you are Gay he just doesn’t understand it.  He’s coming around.  Doesn’t he send Chas something for her birthday and Christmas every year?  He wants to be a part of her life Justin.  He wants to be a part of your life again.”

I didn’t want to have this argument with Mom again.  I knew that Dad would never accept who I was.  After Chas was born he had hoped Daph and I would marry and get together.  When he realized that was about to happen it could see the disappointment on his face.  I remember receiving a flyer in the mail about * Seeing The Light* it was an organization that reported that it could held Gay and Lesbians get * straightened * out.  

I wondered how the organization got my name and address.  I called them and all I could get out of them was they received an anonymous donation with a request to send information to me.  I told them if they ever sent me any more literature I’d have them sued.  I took the brochure to Woody’s and the guys and I had a big laugh about it.  I knew my Dad was the anonymous donor.  I never told Mom about it.  I saw no reason to divulge that information.  I looked over at her.  She really wanted Dad and me to repair the rift in our relationship.  I doubted that it would ever happen but if it helped her to think there was a chance I wouldn’t take that away from her.

“If he calls Mom.  I’m open.”

A bright smile spread across her face.  Mom was still a very attractive woman.  “I’m glad to hear it.  Chas needs to see her grandfather more.  Aren’t you and Daph planning on having more kids together?”

I saw no reason not to tell my mother.  “Yeah.  In about another year or two we’ll have another child.  We don’t want Chas to be an only child.”

“That’s good.  I’d love another grandbaby.  I know Craig would too.  At the rate your sister is going it will be many, many years before she has child.”

I thought about Molly’s wild lifestyle.   Mom was right on that count.  I couldn’t see Molly settling down to have a child anytime in the near future.

“Where is Molly?”  I asked.  I couldn’t see her turning in so early.

“She went out.  He didn’t want to go but she dragged your young man with her.  Said she needed a designated driver and she’d be back soon.”

That basically meant she’d be back in before the sun came up.  Now I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep until Brian was back in the house.  It was a little after 12:30 a.m. I’d be up for about another two and a half hours.  I thought about the plans I had for the rest of the evening.  They were shot to hell.

“Brian seems like a very nice young man.”

I knew this was coming.  “Yes, Mom he is.”

“So are you serious about him?”

I gave the question some thought.  “If you mean does he mean more to me than anyone has since Ethan and do I care about him…then yes.  I’m very serious about him.”

“I watched him tonight. The way he looks at you and smiles at you.  Right now that young man loves you with all his heart.  It’s written all over his every look and gesture.  There’s  only one problem.”

I knew I would regret asking this question but I had to ask.  “What’s that?”

“He’s awfully young Justin.  He’s just a teenager.  He has his whole life ahead of him.  He’ll soon be going off to college experiencing new things with people his own age.”

“What are you trying to say, Mom?”

“I’m trying to say that I don’t want to see you hurt.  Not like you were after Ethan.”

“Mother Brian isn’t Ethan.  If nothing else Brian and I are honest with each other.  Brian knows that at any time if he wants out of his intimate relationship with me he only has to tell me.”

“I hope you are right, baby.” Mom got up and leaned down and gave me a kiss.  “Good night.”

“Good night, Mom,” I mumbled.

****
MOLLY

I looked around the bar.  Most of the women had been checking out Brian since we walked in the door.  He’d changed into a green long sleeved silk t-shirt about the same color as his sexy eyes and a pair of black 501 jeans that molded to his ass and long, lean, luscious legs like a second skin.

He was drinking spring water but I’d already thrown back two vodkas straight up.  We were sitting at the bar.   I saw a few guys cruising me but I wasn’t really interested.  I mostly came out tonight so I could talk to Brian one on one.  I knew that would be impossible at the loft.    Justin hadn’t told us everything but we did know Brian came from an abusive home and he was living with Justin.  Justin as usual saw no need to elaborate further than that.

Using my glass to point I indicated a table in the far corner.  “Let’s sit over there.” 

Brian followed me to the table.  I watched as men and women watched us appraisingly.  We were a very attractive couple.  I’ve been turning men’s head since I was 13 much to my Mom and Dad’s horror.  My young companion was absofuckinglutely gorgeous.  Women had been trying to catch his attention since we first stepped up to the bar and ordered our drinks.  I’d pay for those thick long eyelashes of his and those full sensuous lips.  Justin had certainly chosen a man whose beauty was as arresting as his. 

I started the conversation, “That’s a cool bracelet.  Where did you get it from?”

His smile was dazzling.  “Justin bought for me our second day together.”

Now I knew Brian was special.  I couldn’t remember Justin ever buying a man anything other than a condom and lube for a fuck.  “So, Brian tell me a little about you and Justin.  And not the watered downed condensed version you gave Mom.” 

“What do you want to know?” 

“How did you meet Justin for starters?” 

Brian seemed to think this was a safe question to answer. 

“I met him on Liberty Avenue.”  A wistful smile flitted across his handsome features.  “We spent the weekend together.” 

“Your first huh?” 

He gasped in surprise, “How did you know?” 

“Let’s just say I know that besotted look.”  I answered.  “I wore the same look a whole week after I lost my virginity.  So did he feed you that line of bull about he believes in fucking, no repeats, no love, blah, blah, blah?” 

Brian laughed.  I loved the sound of his laugh.  It was deep and rich. 

“Yeah, he did.  Plus Mikey told me I was nothing more than a fuck to him.  We didn’t see each other for a couple of months after that first weekend.  Then he helped me out of a…….difficult home situation.  We sorta just came to an agreement on our living arrangement.” 

I knew Mikey’s skank ass would have to put his two cents in there.  At the moment I was interested in Justin and Brian’s agreement.  “Which basically is…” 

“Which basically is Justin more or less supports me until…” he stopped as if he was afraid to tell too much. 

I decided to help him out.  “Until you are 18 and finish high school.” 

He seemed shocked that I knew.  “Don’t worry.  Justin told us.” 

“Yeah, in many ways Justin still treats me like a kid.”  He grimaced,  “I even have a curfew.” 

Now I laughed.  “Is that why you keep looking at the clock?”  I asked. 

“Yeah, I don’t want to break the rules,” he said seriously.

“Don’t worry you’re with me so you get an extended curfew.” 

He smirked, “When Justin’s left eye gets that twitch that comes when he’s pissed off remember you said that.” 

“I will," I promised.   “Does Justin know how much you love him?”

He arched one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows. 

“You are very direct.” 

“It works for me.” 

He gave me a little smirk.  He glanced around the club.  I thought that he wouldn’t answer me. 

“Yes, I love Justin very much.  Although I don’t think he believes I’m old enough to know what love is…what it means.” 

“Hell, who is.   He’s just probably freaked about the age difference.  Have you told him that you love him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Has he told you?” 

“I don’t think Justin feels the same way about me that I feel about him.” 

“You are probably right,” I stated. 

His young face fell.  I thought of how hard it had to be to love someone that much and believe that your love was not returned.  I wondered if I’d ever know that feeling.   If I’d ever give someone that much power over me. 

“Justin doesn’t feel the same way about you that you feel about him because no two people really feel the *same* about love.  No two people have the same intensity the same drive.  Love is different for everyone.  Some people want a passionate, all consuming, hot, volatile love.   Others want a soft, sweet, romantic, gentle and nurturing love.  Others want a combination of those things with a little something else added in.  The thing is…regardless to what you want from love as long as the person you’re with is giving that to you that’s what’s important.   

Justin may never tell you he loves you but I know this -- Justin loves you very much.  More than he loved that greasy haired, flabby fiddler.  And I really don’t think he loved the fiddler at all.  I’ve watched how Justin looks at you.  I listened to the way his voice changes when he talks about you.  And lately he just seems happier.   It’s because of you.  Because of the way he feels about you.  And if those little passion marks the two of you are wearing is any indication you are certainly expressing that love.” 

Brian blushed.  That made me laugh.  I’ve seen a few Gay porn sites.  I had a very good idea what he and Justin did.  The idea that he could still blush was amazing. 

“Justin may be denying his feelings but he loves you.  He’s probably just freaked that a 17 year old twink has sneaked in under his defenses.”  I thought about Michael.  “I bet Mikey is about to loose his mind.” 

Brian screwed his face up in a grimace.  I motioned the waitress for another drink.    Brian was still sipping on water.

“Do you want something Brian?”

“No, if Justin finds out I been drinking more than a beer or two and driving he’ll take the Jeep away from me.”

I smiled.  Justin really had it bad for this kid and the kid worshipped Justin.  

“So you’ve had a few run-ins with Mikey?”

 “Mikey dislikes me.  He spends most of the time we are together calling me a chicken and asking Justin when I’ll be moving out.  He probably can’t wait for me to leave for college.” 

“So, you are going to move away to go to college?” 

The waitress interrupted his answer by placing another drink in front of me and taking away the empty glass. 

“Can I get you something else to drink?”  she purred to Brian. 

He gave her that heart stopping sexy smirk of his.  “No thanks.” 

She was disappointed that her come on hadn’t interested him.  I was always amazed how women could actually hit on your man (although Brian wasn’t my man) right in front of you. 

I intervened, “Honey, in case you haven’t noticed he’s here with me.” 

She pursed her lips and sashayed her flat ass away.  Brain didn’t even look as she left the table. 

“Do you want to got out of state to college and leave Justin?”

“No.”  

His answer was firm.  “Then why are you going?”

“When I applied to most of those colleges I didn’t know Justin.  I just wanted to get as far away from my Mom and my Old Man as possible.  I can still apply for other colleges in Pennsylvania but I checked and most of the scholarships have already been awarded.  

”So, let Justin pay for the first semester at Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh University or one of the other colleges in Pittsburgh.  Then the next semester apply for a scholarship.  Sounds easy to me.”

“Justin has given me so much.  I can’t ask him to pay my tuition.  I don’t want to feel like his boy toy.  Although that’s what Ted and Mikey both say I am.”

I snorted derisively, “Boring ass bland Ted would give up one of his balls to have you or Justin look in his direction.  AND Mikey is just plain jealous.  Seeing you with Justin means he has to accept the fact that he’ll never have Justin.  Of course he wants to say something to belittle you.”

“I still can’t let Justin pay my tuition.  I can’t allow him to give that much money to me.”

I gave it some thought.  “If you won’t let Justin give you the money then let him lend it to you as a low interest loan.  Or apply for a low interest student loan.  If you love Justin and you want to be with him then stop finding reasons why you can’t and find solutions so you can.”

I let that little tidbit of information sink in.  I signaled the waitress for another drink.  “I don’t know.  Maybe Justin might have a few qualms about lending me that much money.  You know the first semester with tuition, books, fees could be pretty expensive.”

“You’ll never know unless you ask him.” I could tell he was giving what I said some serious thought.  

“Do you think Justin would lend me the money for a semester of college?”  

“Maybe you should save that question for Justin.” 

I sipped on my drink.  It was amazing to me that two men could actually be in a relationship.   They didn’t know how to express their feelings.  I almost laughed out loud.  My brother the Stud of Liberty Avenue had fallen for a young beautiful hazel-eyed twink.  It was almost too much.  I vaguely wondered if my brother even realized he was in love.  Well, I’d let these fags figure that one out on their own.  For now I was at a club and I intended to get ripped and dance.

“Come on beautiful let’s dance, “ I said as I pulled Brian on the floor.

JUSTIN

I was lying in bed smoking slowly stroking my cock.  The dark blue Egyptian cotton sheet was carelessly thrown over the lower part of my body.  I blew smoke rings at the ceiling.  It was after four in the morning and Brian and Molly still were not in.  I knew Molly was to blame.  She probably had Brian at some loud, smoke filled hetero club gyrating and grinding to the beat of the music.  I was really going to kick my sister’s ass.  I was so horny.  I looked over at the framed sketch of Brian.  My beautiful lover.  

I blew out another lung full of smoke and I watched it billow up to the ceiling.  I checked the time again.  It was 4:08 a.m.  Brian was over an hour past his crew few.  I was very upset.   I picked up the telephone to call his cell at least 10 times and decided against it.  I didn’t want him to think I was checking up on him.   The words and music of Trouble by Coldplay floated around me from the compact system in the bedroom.  I thought of turning off the music I was listening to but I didn’t feel up to pointing the remote control at the CD player. 

Brian came through the door and his eyes zoomed to me. 

“You’re up,” he said surprised. 

“Think again I told him looking under the cover at my semi-hard cock.  And you’re late.” 

He gave me a goofy smile as he stripped off his clothing revealing his long lean body to my perusal. 

“It doesn’t count.  I was with Molly.” 

I knew he was telling the truth but I still had to pry a little more, “All fucking night.” 

“We went to some hetero watering hole.  It was like Woody’s only with breeders.  Molly made me dance with her most of the night.  She drinks more than you do Jus.” 

I reached over and put my cigarette out in the ashtray.  I smiled thinking about Molly’s drinking.  I’d seen her drink Ted, Emmett and Michael under the table.  “Yeah, she does,” I said. 

Brian’s half nude body distracted me.   Brian sat at the edge of the bed showing me a flyer he’d picked up somewhere.  He had stripped down to his black silk boxers.  I loved the way they fit him.  I reminded myself to buy him several more. 

“What’s that?”  I pointed to the flyer. 

“Oh it’s just a flyer promoting the Christmas Eve Party at the club.” 

As usual with Brian so close to me with so little on both of my heads were thinking of only one thing.   “Come over here,” I motioned. 

Brian let the flyer drift from his fingers as he came in my arms.  My kisses were preludes to what was about to follow as I maneuvered him under me.  Our kisses were quickly progressing from soft and gentle to intense and passionate.  I could hear the change in Brian’s breathing feel his silky skin heat up.  His long fingers moved over my shoulders, gripping my neck pulling me closer to him.

My mind and body and every nerve ending tingled, floated, anticipating the hours of pleasure I was about to experience.   *We* were about to experience together. 

The ringing of the telephone was like a splash of cold water on my heated sensitized skin.  I quickly reached past Brian and snatched up the telephone.  It was Molly calling from her cellular telephone. 

I practically growled in the receiver, “What the fuck do you want?  It’s after 4:00 in the morning?” 

“Hey giving a friend sound advice does not punch a time clock,” she slurred.  “I need to speak to Brian.” 

“Oh wow!  What a revelation.  Let me write that down.”

I pressed the telephone in Brian’s chest and gave him the eye.  He knew the look I was giving him meant he needed to get off that telephone immediately.  I vaguely wondered what sound advice she had for Brian but quickly dismissed the thought.  The only thing on my mind was fucking. 

“You are a total freak,” he laughed. 

I couldn’t hear what Molly was saying to him but his face broke out in a wide grin.   I grabbed the telephone from his ear and said, “Good night Mol’,” as I clicked end and tossed the telephone behind me not caring if it landed on the bed or the floor. 

“Hey, that was important,” Brian pouted. 

I loved when his bottom lip stuck out like that.  “So is this,” I informed him as I leaned in to kiss him.  I eventually gave him one lingering kiss before turning his body over.  I trailed a line of kisses down his back to the indentation of his waist to the crease between those two firm cheeks.  I pulled his black silk boxers out of the way exposing his delicious cream lobes to my vision and my tongue.

‘Hmmm, that feels good,” Brian murmured as he shifted to rest his head on his hands.

I smiled.  He had no idea how good it was going to feel in a few more seconds.  I inched the boxers further down my tongue leaving a wet path.  My chin inched between the crack of his ass.  That’s when I heard the first snore.  I stopped and looked up.  Brian’s eyes were closed and he was snoring lightly.  Damn.  I let go of his boxers and rolled away from him.  I threw my hands over my eyes in frustration.  DAMN, DAMN.  I’d been looking forward to eating and fucking his ass and now my dick was so hard it like it was about to explode.

I looked up at him again.  I knew he was tired.  He’d been up since about 6:30 a.m.  I pulled the cover over on him.  He moaned and rolled over and under me.  I let out a sigh of misery.  I reached down and stroked my dick as I played with his silky hair.  I knew the only way I was getting off tonight was with my own fist.  I got busy.