Hell Week, Chapter 3
Rating: R

Gus stood in the security line, listening to his music, headphones firmly attached, noise blasting away; not a thing his father or anyone else was saying came through the din.

Brian yanked the head set off Gus and said, “You need to pay attention to what the officer is saying.  You can listen to your music as soon as we get on the plane.”

“Hey!  That was a good song I was listening to, Dad.  Besides, he’s just going to ask me the usual stuff. I already know all the answers.”

“Well answer the questions anyway, or we’ll never get out of this line,” Brian said. 

“Come on, Gus,” Justin said, “you know they’re just doing their job.”    

“I know, ‘DJ’, it’s just annoying.”

Justin smiled, always amused when Gus called him ‘DJ’.  The evolution of Justin’s name had been going on for years and it seemed that finally Gus had decided on ‘DJ’.  At first, when Gus was a toddler, he had called him Justin, because he was just his dad’s ‘friend’.  That later changed to ‘Uncle Justin’, as Gus got older and knew that somehow he was more than a friend and more like family.  When Justin came back from New York and he and Brian lived together permanently it slowly evolved to ‘Daddy Justin’, because Lindsay had started calling him that and the boy followed suit.  From there it went to ‘Daddy J’ or ‘DJ’, depending on the mood, and some days it was simply, ‘D’.  

Brian had only insisted that Gus not call him Justin; he felt it was disrespectful to not give him a title of sorts.  Justin secretly liked ‘Daddy J’ the best, but he never said anything.  Gus could have called him ‘Hey You’ for all Justin cared; it would have changed nothing.  He had been present the night Gus was born and as far as he was concerned, the boy was his son.      

“Come on kid,” Brian said, “they’re done with us, we can board.”

On the plane, Gus busied himself by eating everything that was offered to him, along with changing the music channels as often as he could.  Brian and Justin tried to wind down and relax after the crazy, hectic weekend they had just had.  They each asked for a drink and after a few swigs of his Scotch, Justin said, “I hope Molly and Vince got off okay.  I feel bad that we couldn’t attend the breakfast this morning but with Lindsay’s mom and all the planning for this trip, there just wasn’t any time.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand, Sunshine, besides, the last thing they’re thinking about right now is who was at the breakfast.  Hopefully they’re doing other more important things,” Brian said, smiling in his really naughty, little boy way.  

Justin turned to him with a look that spoke volumes.

“Don’t worry,” Brian said looking at Gus.  “He can’t hear a word we’re saying.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Justin answered in his prissy, school teacher voice.  “We shouldn’t be talking about such things in front of him.”

“Come on, Sunshine, when I was fourteen going on fifteen, I was doing a lot more than talking about, THINGS.”

“Shut up, Brian,” Justin said in a low voice, as he tapped Brian on the leg.  “He’s not you.”

“Whatever,” Brian answered.  Picking up his drink and downing it in one swallow, he told Justin to ask for another one while he went to the bathroom.

Stepping over Justin and then Gus, Brian thought, this is certainly going to be different.  I haven’t played Mr. Mom in a long time and neither has Sunshine.  Hope we don’t royally fuck this up.

When they got to the Toronto Airport, they decided to take a Limo instead of renting a car.  Melanie and Lindsay had two perfectly good vehicles in their garage so it made no sense to rent another one.

It was almost ten-thirty at night when they got home.  Gus led the way as they entered the front door, throwing his duffel bag and backpack down on the floor.

“Dad,” he said, “you and ‘D’ can stay upstairs, in Mom and Mama’s room, or in the guest room downstairs, whatever you want.”

“We’ll stay downstairs, Gus, in the guestroom,” Justin said, “that way we don’t disturb any of their things.”

That way, we don’t have to sleep in their beds and imagine the Lesbionic horrors that go on in there, Brian thought to himself.

Looking at Brian and reading his mind, Justin quickly changed the subject and said, “Anybody hungry?”

“I am,” Gus said.

“Of course you are, son, after all, it’s been almost two whole hours since you had the cheeseburger, milk shake and fries.  Not to mention all the junk you ate on the plane.”  Brian smiled at Gus and playfully flicked his hair.  “You guys go and eat.  I’m going to see if I can catch anything worthwhile on the news.”

In the kitchen Justin asked, “Cereal or real food?”

“Cereal is fine,” Gus replied, walking over to the kitchen cabinet and taking out two bowls and a couple of spoons.  He put them on the counter then walked over to the pantry for the box of Cheerios.

Justin got the milk out of the fridge and poured it into the two bowls.

“So, tell me about the schedule for the camp,” Justin asked as he spooned some cereal into his mouth.

“I’ve got to be there by five sharp or they’ll make me run laps.  Then you and Dad can leave and pick me up at seven, or you can stay and watch if you want.  A lot of parents do.  Bring some chairs, we have some lawn chairs in the garage, and sit on the side lines,” Gus said, munching on his cereal.

“Okay,” Justin said.  “How far is the school?”

“It’s about a fifteen minute drive.  Not far at all.”

“Fine, maybe we’ll stay and watch tomorrow, since it’s the first day,” Justin said as he watched Gus eat.  He couldn’t help but make comparisons to Brian since the boy was so obviously his clone.  This is what Brian looked like as a young boy, Justin thought to himself.  Only this child is being raised in a happy loving home, without a father who physically abused him and a mother who didn’t know the first thing about loving anyone.

Physically, father and son were almost identical, except Gus had Lindsay’s nose which was a little more prominent than Brian’s.  The lips and chin were the same.  The eyes, however, were a bit different.  Brian’s eyes were hazel, a mix of browns, greens and amber.  Aside from these three colors, Gus’ eyes also had dark blue flecks in them which made for an even more interesting mix and a more arresting feature.  The big difference between them of course was the aura of edginess that surrounded Brian like a second skin.  This was missing in Gus.  He didn’t have the many layers of armor that Brian possessed.  The layers that had taken Justin years to chip away at, little by little.  The innate distrust and cynicism that was so much a part of Brian was completely missing in Gus.  He was a child brought up in a loving home, with two women who had never raised a hand or spoken a harsh word.  He was surrounded by love and respect from all the adults in his life.  The summers he spent in Pittsburg with his two fathers, were equally as peaceful and loving.  They made every effort to allow him into their daily lives and Brian felt it important that he impart the much needed ‘male’ influence that was sorely lacking in Toronto.  They did as much with him as they could.   

As a result, Gus was open and happy, uncomplicated in most things.  His interests were varied though and he was very much the child of his environment.  His tastes were eclectic and diverse; much like his four parents.  He loved modern technology and science, yet on the other hand he loved the arts and had an eye for color that made Justin so proud.  He dabbled in Lindsay’s studio, painting with oils, producing some pretty decent canvases.  Most of his art was learned during the summer months when Justin spent endless hours with him in his studio.  At school, Gus made fairly decent grades, the kind everyone expected of him.  Yet, he somehow found the time to participate in sports and after school activities with his friends.  He was popular with girls as well as boys and there always seemed to be a group of kids over at the Peterson-Marcus home.  All in all, this child, who was on the verge of manhood, was special and unique, much like the four people who had nurtured him all these years.  

Later, after they’d all gone to bed, Justin asked Brian if he wanted to watch the practice tomorrow.  “May as well,” he replied, “that’s why we’re here.”  

It was going to be different this coming week, because for the first time, Brian and Justin were actually going to be playing a part in Gus’ daily life, on his home turf.  Having him during the holidays or in the summer months was a completely different thing.  He was in the vacation mode, not sticking to any sort of schedule and more or less doing whatever caught his fancy, or whatever Brian and Justin had planned for the day.  This week would be all about running him back and forth to school, having his meals ready and laundry done; all the daily chores that they had never done before, because someone else had always done it for them.  In a sense, this would be their first experience at the nuts and bolts of parenting.  Being driver, cook and house keeper and generally catering to the needs of their child.

Brian was on his side when he felt Justin spoon up to him and snake his arm over his waist to pull him in tight.  

“Are you tired,” Justin asked?

“Yeah, but never too tired for this,” Brian replied.

“It feels weird, having sex in this house, knowing Gus is only a few rooms away.”

“What are you talking about?” Brian asked.  “We fuck like rabbits all the time when he’s over at our house.”

“That’s different Brian.  We’re in our house and there are hundreds of square feet between our room and his.  Here, he’s just upstairs”

“I’m sure he’s asleep by now. Besides, he’s not interested in what we’re doing.”

“You don’t think so?” Justin asked.

“Look, I never spent one minute of my waking hours thinking about what my parents did behind closed doors.  The last thing I wanted to think of was them doing it, it was disgusting!”

“It’s different for Gus though, Brian.  He’s being raised by two gay couples.  I’m sure the thought has crossed his mind that we’re not exactly like the family in ‘Eight is Enough’. He probably does wonder what we do.”

“Maybe so,” Brian answered, moving Justin’s hand up to his mouth and kissing each finger, slowly, one by one.

Turning around, Brian found himself face to face with the blue eyes that always seemed to see too deep into his soul.  “Sunshine,” he whispered, “can we stop talking about fucking and actually do it?  This conversation is just making me hard.”

“Promise me you won’t make a sound, okay Brian, or we’ll have to stop.”

“I’m not the screamer, Sunshine, you are.”

Putting his mouth on Justin, he proceeded to lick and taste and within minutes, he heard the first moan coming from deep within Justin’s throat.

“What’d I tell you?” he whispered.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” Justin answered back.

Rolling Justin over onto his stomach, Brian started kissing his neck and back.  Light kisses, fluttering over his shoulders like soft breezes on a summer night.  His right hand slowly moved downward, pressing harder on Justin’s torso, ending up on his ass, kneading and rubbing all the way down towards his hole.  His mouth followed, slowly moving down Justin’s back, wetting him with his tongue and then blowing at the wetness, feeling Justin shudder, desperately trying not to make a sound.  Brian lifted him up and slid a pillow under his stomach, elevating his ass so that he had better access.  He started to swirl his tongue around the entrance, feeling him pucker and clench.  The whimpers were starting to get louder and soon Justin was begging to be fucked.  Turning over, Justin pulled Brian towards him, whispering, “Fuck me.”  Brian lifted Justin’s legs up to his shoulders and was getting ready to enter him but before he did, he pulled a condom off the pile he kept near the bed, the same place he always kept his stash, no matter where he was.  He rolled one on himself and pulled Justin closer.  “Tell me again, Sunshine,” he said, while he kissed his throat and moved upwards to suck on his earlobe.  “Brian,” Justin moaned, moving his head from left to right, trying to escape the mouth that was clamped to him, driving him crazy.  Brian heard Justin’s sharp intake of breath as he entered him, slowly, drawing out the pleasure, enjoying the dance.  His hips started moving back and forth, as Justin matched his pace, their timing in sync, as always.  Justin kept pulling Brian closer, wanting him deeper, and feeling him hit the right spot over and over.   

He looked into Brian’s face, seeing it change as the feelings took over.  I just saw the face of God, and his name is Brian Kinney.  He never tired of looking at this man, the man he had loved nearly half of his life.  This was his biggest aphrodisiac; watching Brian react to him like this, knowing he brought him so much pleasure.  He reached up to caress Brian’s face, skimming his thumb over Brian’s mouth as that special smile appeared, the smile that was reserved only for him.  

All too soon, they were in their special place; where everything was hot and exciting, yet, safe and comforting at the same time.  The groaning was more intense now, the sounds of their passion getting louder with each thrust.    

Both of them were doing it, oblivious to anyone listening.