“We have to get out of here before we’re wrinkled forever,” Brian whispered, nuzzling Justin’s neck and licking his wet skin like some kind of contended cat. Justin leaned back and pushed the water control in stopping the flow of warm water over their bodies, making sure that he didn’t break contact with Brian when he did so. “I love your wrinkles,” he teased. “I don’t have wrinkles. I pay good money not to.” “You are sooooo easy,” Justin giggled. “I know you don’t have wrinkles, you’re absolutely fabulous, Dahling.” “Brat,” Brian said as he stepped out of the shower taking Justin with him. “Towel.” “To your right.” Justin breathed, suckling on one of Brian’s nipples. “Hey, we’re hard again.” “You’re always hard,” Brian laughed wrapping his lover in warm cotton towelling, before dragging him backwards toward the door that led to the boy’s bedroom. “You’re wet! You’ll get the bed wet.” “It’ll dry.” Brian was so turned on his breath was coming in pants, as Justin made him relive his youth in more ways than one. As he continued backwards, what happened next, occurred so fast that it was hours later before he was able to sort out the events. The tile floor of the bathroom was moist and slippery, and the hardwood floor in the bedroom wasn’t much better as they gained momentum. Brian stepped on the shoe that he’d discarded carelessly in his haste to shower with his blond, and it twisted and so did Brian. He stepped back quickly trying to save himself and Justin from falling and hit the back of his leg on the bed platform. There was barely a foot of floor space separating the bathroom door and the bed, so he twisted and went down, Justin on top of him. White pain shot through his body and everything went black for a moment before the intensity of a red- hot, shooting pain in his ankle brought him back. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.” he shouted. “Uh, Brian are you okay?” Justin asked as he realized his words were filled with pain not passion. Then he pushed himself off of the man who lay crumpled half on the bed and half on the floor. “I twisted my ankle,” Brian gasped. Justin looked at the ankle, turned pale and swayed. “You broke your ankle; I can see a bone sticking out.” Brian leaned forward and suddenly wished he hadn’t. His ankle was broken all right and the movement of trying to sit forward made the bone scrape against something, which caused him to bite back a scream. “I’m calling 911,” Justin said. “We already did,” LV called out he put his head in the door. “We heard everything. Justin put some clothes on. Brian while he’s doing that; I’ll help you put something on. You can’t go in the ambulance naked.” “Don’t fucking touch me,.” Brian said between gritted teeth. “It hurts like a motherfucker.” “You need something on. I’ll help you put a t-shirt at least.” LV headed out of the room. “I’ll grab one of mine, it’ll hang low, think of this as your Rapper phase of dressing.” Brian groaned. “Justin can you help me get either onto the bed or the floor? It’s killing me being stuck like this.” “I don’t want to hurt you,” Justin said, his blue eyes filled with worry. “I told you that neatness is important in this room. Nothing can be out of place for even a minute or it gets dangerous.” “Thanks for the tidy tip, but I have to lie down, before I throw up. Your choice… help me lay down or clean up puke.” “I’ll help you lie down.” Justin managed to get him onto the floor, his head in Justin’s lap with a minimum of cursing on Brian’s part. “I just buzzed up the paramedics,” Ruby said crowding into the room with Brian and Justin. “Hey, not bad for a white guy.” “He’s way bigger than that, he’s cold and hurt, that’s affecting his dick size,” Justin defended. “He’s also lying right here listening to you two,” Brian groaned. He was glad after LV helped him put on a giant white tee shirt, with a sparkly- red number one on the front. It covered him to his knees, or at least it did while he lay on the floor. “Hey dude, you have no idea how many times I’ve hit my ankle on that motherfuckin’ bed,” LV said. He was sitting on the bed, his size fifteen feet planted firmly by Brian’s torso. “If I wasn’t already black, my ankles would be that way permanently.” “Very fucking funny,” Brian grumbled. “We just jump from the door to the bed.” Both girls had joined them and now stood in the doorway. They jumped demonstrating their expertise. “I think women are more agile than men.” “Hey, I’m agile, you should have seen us in the shower,” Justin grinned. “I’m in pain here people. Answer the fucking door.” The paramedics were banging on the door. “I feel like I’m in some grade “Z” sitcom.” When Brian was finally loaded onto the stretcher, he looked over and saw Justin gathering up his backpack. “You’re not coming. I’ll deal with it and take a taxi back here.” “No, I’m going with you.” Justin found Brian’s wallet and slipped it into his bag. “For your insurance,” he said noticing Brian’s look. He leaned over and smoothed back the older man’s hair from his sweaty forehead. “I’m coming. Don’t argue ‘cause you’ll lose,” he said and kissed him. The paramedic had been checking both Brian and Justin out. He was willing to let Justin ride with him in the back of the ambulance despite what Brian said. The other paramedic was busy exchanging phone numbers with Reggie. Ruby was making coffee for the policewoman who had arrived at the same time as ambulance. LV was looking gloomy now that he realized the hot cop was more interested in Ruby than him. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Justin it wasn’t your fault,” Brian said for the twentieth time. They were in the back of the limo the girls sent to pick them up from the hospital. He glared at the fresh large cast on his foot and ankle, and said, “I can’t believe they put me in a cast. It was bad enough they had to operate and put a fucking pin in. I’m never going to be able to go through airport security again without getting felt up by some troll.” “It was broken. What did you think they were going to do?” Justin asked. “I can’t wear my shoes and I can’t get my pants on over this fucker.” “Cut the legs,” Justin said simply. Brian was wearing hospital scrubs, that had the leg nicely sliced to allow for the cast. “Or you could get some of those pants strippers wear, you know with Velcro on the sides for easy removal.” Justin didn’t even wince under the death glare Brian gave him. But, secretly Brian admitted that, he had a point. He mentally reviewed the trousers he would be willing to sacrifice. After all, he needed to work; six to eight weeks off wasn’t an option. “I’m not ruining my clothes,” Brian said stubbornly, but he knew it was something he was going to have to consider. Either that or be subject to wearing pants from the Big Q and that would never happen. Once they’d reached the condo the two men slowly made their way to the elevator. Justin felt it every time Brian’s foot was jarred by his inept use of the fancy crutches the man had insisted upon, instead of a wheelchair. Despite the painkillers that were in his system, Brian’s complexion had turned pasty and his whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat by the time they reached the door to the apartment. “I just want to lay down,” Brian admitted when Justin asked again how he was feeling. “WELCOME BACK!” the girls and LV shouted as Justin opened the door. The whole living room area was covered in streamers and balloons with happy faces. Brian looked like he was going to either explode or cry, Justin wasn’t sure which. “We have everything here to look after the sickie,” Ruby grinned. She held up a bottle of JB. “A woman after my heart,” Brian muttered. “Get me to bed.” “Let me help,” LV offered as he took Brian’s crutches from him before the man could say a word. Justin had seen it coming so he supported his lover as best he could. In seconds LV was back, only this time he scooped up the older man into his arms as if he weighed nothing and carried him into Justin’s bedroom. Reggie ran ahead and had the bed covers turned down. Brian found himself in bed, tucked in with an inch of JB in a glass beside him. “I can’t believe you carried me,” he managed to say once the Beam had burned it’s way down his throat. “I’m strong like bull,” LV said with an accent as he made a muscle. “He is; he carries me a lot, Justin piped in. “I thought you were straight,” Brian drawled eyeing up Justin and LV. “I am, but the punk insists on thinking he can drink like the big boys.” Ruby and Reggie snickered, “He can’t.” Justin’s face turned red as he quickly looked away. “It was only twice,” he muttered. “Three times big guy.” Ruby gave him a quick hug. “But who’s counting?” “Now that you’ve established Justin is a lush, can I get some peace and quiet and let my drugs work with the JB? “You know you shouldn’t mix pain killers with booze,” Justin warned glaring at the girls who had given Brian the alcohol. “It’s not like I make a habit of it. At least not with pain killers.” Brian’s words were slurred and Justin rolled his eyes. “Get out of here you guys; we need to rest.” “I need to rest, you need to give me a blow job.” Brian began to reach for the front of Justin’s pants. “Did I mention that drugs and booze makes me horny?” “Who would have guessed?” Reggie said looking down at Brian’s tented scrubs. “Of course it could be a banana.” “It’s no banana and stop looking at my boyfriend’s crotch.” Justin made sure Brian was comfortable under the duvet. “Turn off the lights please and go away.” “We have cake.” LV wiggled his eyebrows, “Chocolate cake.” “With marshmallow filling?” Justin asked. “Is there any other kind?” LV asked and left the room. “Come on R’s, let the kids have a moment, I’ll cut the cake.” Justin closed his bedroom door behind everyone and then carefully crawled up beside Brian. “I’m serious, are you okay?” “Just peachy.” “Not the first day we were planning,” Justin said sadly. He snuggled close to Brian, and rested his head on his chest. “No, but it doesn’t matter. Well the broken ankle sucks, but at least we’re together and we have one more day.” “More than that, I’m coming back to the Pitts with you. I’ll stay until you have to go to dinner at Deb’s. You can go to dinner and I’ll take a cab to the airport. I can work on my client’s accounts from your place.” “Justin… no. I don’t need you to come to the Pitts. It’s a broken ankle; nothing more, nothing less. I’ll be okay with the crutches. As long as there is take out and a phone, I’ll be fine.” He kissed Justin’s forehead. “I don’t want what we have to be ruined. You know what my friends are like.” “I promise that no one, and I mean no one, will know I’m there. You can be your usual grouchy, miserable self. No one will know the difference. Only behind the scenes, I’ll make sure you have food in the cupboard and you take your meds. A week is all it’s going to be, nothing more, nothing less.” Brian thought for a moment, he moved so that he could wrap Justin in his embrace. “Justin, there is nothing I’d like more than to have you come and stay with me at the loft. I’m serious. I really would like it. But I’m also serious in telling you my friends would find out and my life and yours would be hell.” “Are you ashamed that we’re still kind of together. I mean you only do guys once. It’s kind of your motto,” Justin had to ask. He let his right hand rub Brian’s chest over and over as if he was patting a cat. The trembling in his hand wouldn’t be noticed while it moved. “No… no, I’m not ashamed. I’m….I’m scared. I’m scared that what we have, whatever it is, could die before it grows to maturity.” Brian couldn’t believe he was saying these things. But he couldn’t stop his mouth because his inhibitions were gone. No doubt because of the combination of drugs and Beam. “Brian,” Justin moved so he was on one elbow looking into troubled hazel eyes. “I’m going to take you home. Give me this. Give me this chance to look after you for a few days. You’re always looking after everyone; now it’s your turn. I’m not a dummy, I’ll be careful. No one will know but you, I, and the kids here.” “Promise?” Brian looked up at Justin his eyes showing his vulnerability before the lids came down and his breathing evened in sleep. “Promise,” Justin whispered laying his head on the pillow and keeping his arm around Brian protecting him from the world. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “How are you going to manage this?” LV asked. “I don’t know, I just am.” Justin sat at the kitchen counter eating his second piece of cake while Brian slept. “We’ll help,” Ruby volunteered. “Reggie and I were talking and we asked daddy. We can use daddy’s jet to go to Pittsburgh. It’s really comfortable and would be better for Brian.” “I thought you were going somewhere with your family?” Justin as and was touched by the offer. “You’re part of the family and you need us. You love Brian and that makes him part of the family too. Of course we’re going to help.” Reggie reached over and scooped a finger full of Justin’s marshmallow filling. “Where will you stay? The loft is barely big enough for two.” “Ever heard of hotels?” LV laughed. “Justy, you’ve led such a sheltered life.” “Don’t call me Justy.” It was bad enough when the girls did it, but LV was the last straw. He looked at the three faces. “Thanks guys, but you know that Brian’s friends and family can’t know about me. I mean they’re freaky about Brian having any kind of a life.” “We all voted and you lose, or win, depends on how you look at it.” Reggie sat on the counter beside Justin’s plate. “I’ve never been to Pittsburgh. I feel the need.” She swooned dramatically. “And you get to pick. Should we go punk/goth/weird, or normal?” “Somehow LV as punk/goth/weird is rather appealing,” Justin joked knowing his friend would never do it. “Like that’s going to happen. I’m going as Lavaughn the body guard,” he grinned at Justin. “And Daphne tells me she’s coming home for Thanksgiving.” “I knew there was an ulterior motive, Justin laughed. “You do know Daphne is a midget compared to you?” “I know all about Daffy girl.” LV took the last piece of cake and divided it carefully giving half to Justin. “So Jus when do we leave?” “The doctor said Brian should have another day of rest before he travels. He was going to be here anyway, so we probably shouldn’t tell him that all of us are going home with him. It would only freak him out. You know him.” “No, but I’d like to.” Reggie wiggled her eyebrows. “Sadly he’s gay.” Brian enjoyed Justin’s undivided attention all night and the next day. He never thought to ask where the other occupants of the condo were, as he really didn’t care. His ankle was more painful than he’d imagined, but he hated taking the stronger of his prescriptions because it knocked him out and he didn’t want to miss any of this time alone with Justin. It was different; this depending on the blond for everyday things. While Justin worked Brian mentally recorded the hours he spent, his laptop on the bed busily creating graphic designs or working on the updates. They laughed and joked as he showed him some of his clients. Brian offered marketing suggestions and Justin argued his strategy when he refused to use the suggestions. “You know, I almost hate to say it, but my ankle has given me the chance to see a side of you I would never have seen. I’ve watched you work and create. We’ve talked and shared. It’s been great.” Brian was watching Justin pack a small bag for their trip back to Pittsburgh. “I like being able to do things for you,” Justin admitted climbing over his case and crawling up to where Brian lay propped on pillows. “I’m looking forward to the next few days.” “I’m still not sure it’s going to work.” “Of course it is. I’ve got a plan.” Justin grinned, “Trust me.” “Justin, don’t look like that,” Brian cautioned. “Like what?” “Like you’re a cat that swallowed a canary.” “That’s like something my grandmother would say,” Justin laughed. “My grandmother used to say it,” Brian laughed along. “I never knew what it meant until now when I saw that grin.” Justin, in a typical Kinney ploy to change the subject, began to trail kisses down Brian’s bare chest, leading to his cock. It worked. No more talking took place until early the next day after the alarm went off. Brian was too busy getting ready to travel home to notice the hustle and bustle that was going on around him. The girls and LV were in and out of Justin’s rooms with questions that had to be answered. Brian had been hoping for some alone time with Justin, to convince him to stay in LA. Showering was an ordeal, but doable with the help of a plastic bag and Justin who was stronger than he looked. Brian was getting better with the crutches after a demonstration by LV and the girls and then watching them race from one end of the condo to other as they timed each other. Brian’s competitiveness kicked in and he joined making sure he won time after time. He never realized he was being played until he caught the girls giving Justin a high five after one of his turns. “You tricked me,” Brian declared as he sat breathless after his last trip across the floor. “Yes,” Ruby giggled as she landed on his knee. “Careful, broken man.” “Only your ankle.” She snaked her arm around his neck and snuggled close. Justin who had been taking pictures of the games, snapped a photo. “That’ll be a first,” Brian grinned. “You guys make a great couple. Talk about gorgeous.” Reggie joined her sister by leaning over Brian’s shoulder and resting her chin on his head. Unable to resist, Justin snapped another picture. The three were shiny with sweat from their exertions. Brian had taken off his shirt and the girls were wearing tee shirts ripped strategically so that only enough material was left, to cover their nipples. “This is going to look awesome when it’s printed,” Justin said looking at the camera. “Maybe you should paint it,” Brian said. “I haven’t been doing much painting lately. Mostly I’ve been working with computer graphics,” Justin said as he snapped a few more pictures. “LV, you need to get into this too.” “My beauty will make the others look drab,” LV drawled as he slouched over to his friends on the sofa. He draped himself along the back and wrapped around them all. The look of happiness on everyone’s face was priceless and Justin continued to take photos, while the four models posed and made silly faces. Remembering the camaraderie they shared the night before, made Brian accept that everyone was travelling to the airport to see Justin and him off. “Hey, thanks Charlie,” Justin said, as the luggage was unloaded at the airport. “Justin, why so much stuff? I only had one bag and you have your backpack.” “I sooooo can’t travel without at least two bags,” Ruby said. “Me either,” Reggie chimed in. “My stuff is bigger than theirs, but I only have one bag.” “Excuse me. Is this the Taylor-Kinney party?” Justin looked over at the uniformed young girl driving an electric cart. “That’s us,” Justin said. “I’ll help with the bags.” He and LV quickly had the bags placed on a trailer that was hooked to the rear of the cart. “Can you get on this without help?” he asked Brian. “The cart is taking us to the plane.” “Justin what the hell is going on?” “Oh Brisie,” Reggie cooed. “Daddy is sending us all to Pittsburgh on his plane. Did we forget to tell you?” “Apparently,” Brian said and glared at Justin who ignored him. “Their dad likes me,” Justin shrugged. “What can I say?” “No comes to mind,” Brian muttered, but he had to admit a private jet would no doubt be more comfortable than a commercial one. “Don’t be so pissy, Brisie,” Reggie said with a grin and a kiss to his cheek. “Let Reggie help you up onto the big go cart.” “Reggie, fuck off,” Brian growled as he managed to struggle onto the cart with the help of his crutches and Justin’s well placed shove. Soon they were all whizzing past the crowds of people who trudged along to their various gates. “We’re going to our private hanger.” Ruby leaned forward. “Daddy’s plane is so cool.” “I hope there’s alcohol,” Brian muttered. “Lots and lots, but you can only can have beer. I’ve read that alcohol increases at effect the higher altitudes,.” Reggie grinned. “Ruby and I have done a study and it’s true.” “I thought you two were studying law,” Brian said looking over his shoulder. He was rather enjoying this ride. “We aren’t sure if we want to be lawyers or doctors; so we’re kind of doing a bit of both pre law and pre med.” “That’s a heavy load.” Brian looked at the two girls with concern on his face. “We’ve already got most of the credits. We did that last year in high school. We were bored, so we thought, why not.” “No shit,” Brian remarked. He was impressed. “What about you LV?” “I’m majoring in business and marketing. When I get that degree, I’ll go to culinary school. Someday maybe I’ll have my own restaurant.” “Dream big, it’s the only way to go,” Brian smiled and turned to Justin. “And your dreams Justin?” “The ones that don’t involve you?” Justin joked. “Brat.” “I don’t know what I want in my future. I love graphic design. I was thinking of maybe doing a comic book; I have ideas for that. Anything that involves art.” He looked out from under his eyelashes. “Maybe get a job in a advertising firm.” “Pretty basic,” Brian said. “I don’t want fame and fortune. I want normalcy and peace. I want to be loved and love back. I want a home with lots of room, a husband and maybe a dog or a cat or something. I want to live like a regular person, and not be judged by my sexuality.” “Amen to that,” Ruby crowed just as the electric cart moved out of the terminal and headed to a brightly colored jet parked not too far away. “The tricky part is going to be getting him up the stairs,” LV said, “but I think that I have that part aced.” “I’m not going to go up the stairs over your shoulder shorty,” Brian snarked. “That’s what you think,” LV grinned evilly. He jumped off of the cart when it arrived near the stairs that led to the plane. Brian stood up and prepared to get down from the cart. LV moved quickly and in a flash had Brian over his shoulder, the crutches falling to the ground. “Put me down you son of a bitch,” Brian said through clenched teeth. “This isn’t funny.” “Just a minute,” LV grinned and sprinted up the gangway. “Head down, the door is low.” He ducked and at the last minute so did Brian. Brian caught a glimpse of Justin laughing hysterically as he snapped picture after picture. “You brat, you are sooooo dead,” Brian muttered. He hopped into the plane pausing while he took in the spacious cabin. “Shit, not bad.” “I told you so, Brisie,” Ruby laughed. She hooked her arm through his while Reggie put one of Brian’s crutches under the other one. “The chair at the end is the best. It’s the one daddy uses.” She led him to the chair and he sank into the leather gratefully. “LV, so help me God if you do that again, you’ll pay and not in a good way,” Brian threatened. “Dude, Justin and I talked about it. It was the only way we figure you’d be able to get up here. Going down is easier, but coming up is a son of a bitch.” “Justin.” Brian looked at the blond who had the grace to look chagrined. “Hey, it was for your own good. Besides, LV is strong, he wouldn’t have dropped you.” “It was hardly dignified.” “Yeah, well suck it up. We did our best.” Justin took the seat next to Brian’s. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll tell you a story later. There’s a bed through that door.” “A bed?” The implications sank in brightening Brian’s mood considerably. “This plane has everything.” “Not quite but close,” Ruby said as she found the liquor cabinet. “There’s a cold beer here for you, Brian.” “I’ll wait. I hear it’s better the higher we fly.” He looked at Justin who smiled. Brian enjoyed the take off. He held Justin’s hand as they watched the earth recede. Once up and on their way, LV put on headphones and plugged in a movie to watch. Ruby and Reggie both had their laptops going as they worked quickly and quietly on homework. Justin wanted to boot his computer up as well, but first he had to get Brian settled in the bed. There were four hours of flying before they had to get ready to land and he had a lot of work to do. “Let’s check out the bed,” Justin said standing up in front of Brian. “I’m not tired.” “Me either,” Justin agreed and tugged on Brian’s hand. “I want to check it out.” “It’s just a bed,” Brian said with a grin but stood up, leaning on Justin. “Grab my crutch.” Justin reached for his crotch. “Crutch, not crotch, pervert.” Brian loved it when Justin teased him; no one else ever did. They were always so serious around him, almost as if they were afraid. “Oh, okay.” Justin helped Brian to the bedroom part of the plane. “Not bad eh? It’s a little more roomy than my place at home.” “Brat,” Brian smiled. The bed looked inviting and truthfully he’d been doing more than he should have. He didn’t want the kids at the condo to think he was some kind of old man. He leaned his crutches against the wall as he sat on the bed. “Do you want to get under the covers?” Justin asked. “I don’t think so. Lay down with me.” Brian moved so that Justin could share the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around the blond as they spooned together. “This cast feels like it weighs fifty pounds.” “I don’t think it’s that heavy,” Justin smiled and wiggled so that he could be even closer. Brian kissed the back of Justin’s neck. “I know I didn’t sound grateful, but this is nice. A lot nicer than flying commercial.” “The girls thought of it,” Justin admitted “I think they like you.” “The two of them have become good friends for you.” “Yes, and LV too. I’ve never had a close male friend before. He’s cool about me being gay. I kind of like that I’ve made friends in L.A. Daphne was my only friend in Pittsburgh. Well, Daphne and you. And I didn’t really know you very well when I had to move. Fucking isn’t the same as knowing.” “No it isn’t. I’m glad we’re friends.” “Friendly friends,” Justin grinned to himself not knowing that Brian could see that grin in the sound of the teen’s voice. Brian’s cock heard the tone as well. “Hmm Brian, I think we should do something about that. It’ll help you sleep.” “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.” Justin turned over until he was facing Brian. “Now can we get under the covers?” “Such a demanding brat,” Brian sighed with drama. “I suppose I could be persuaded to remove my clothes.” “Ha, you never need to be persuaded to do that,” Justin grinned and Brian’s heart melted yet again. It wasn’t long before the two of them lay naked under sheets that rivalled the thread count of the ones Brian had at home. “You know maybe you can get Giselle to have all your pants changed to come off like that.” Justin loved the fact that the girls’ father had asked his favorite costume designer to remake Brian’s jeans and trousers with Velcro on the side so that he could get the leg over his cast. Brian liked it for two reasons, the first being that she was such an expert, no one could tell. The line of his pants fell the same as they had before the alterations. And secondly, it was quick and easy to remove them to fuck. “I bet you’d like that,” was all Brian muttered before devouring Justin’s mouth. His ankle was still painful, but it really didn’t stop him from making love. That hadn’t changed. He was glad it wasn’t his leg he’d broken. Two orgasms each later, Justin watched Brian sleep. He resisted the urge to kiss him knowing that he’d probably wake him and Brian needed the sleep. He worked too hard and this interlude in L.A. was supposed to revive him. Justin was sure that Brian had planned on relaxing for two days away from his friends. He really hoped though that his older friend and lover had wanted to see him and not thought of him as a convenient vacation spot. Dressing quietly and taking one last look at his sleeping beauty, Justin headed back to the main cabin and his laptop. He had three hours to work and he didn’t want to waste a moment of that time. “Fuck him to sleep?” LV said with a grin when Justin sat down. “Of course,” Justin grinned back. He looked over at the girls, neither one had noticed he’d returned so intent were they at studying were they. “I wish I knew just why he came here. He never says much.” “Hmmmm, let’s see. He can afford to stay at the best hotel anywhere. He can also afford to go just about anywhere. He chose to come to L.A. at the worst possible time and stay in your delightful, but over crowded bedroom. I guess he’s just cheap, after all, we don’t charge him rent. Or, this is an idea, maybe he actually likes sharing your pit of a room. He may even like you. I’m assuming he didn’t ask you to sleep on the sofa while he was staying.” “You are such a jerk,” Justin muttered. “But a good friend.” “Thanks I think. Now shut up, I’m watching a movie.” ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Brian was happy to get back to the loft; just being at there his ankle feel better. He knew it was psychological, but still it was home, especially when a certain blond was there. He hadn’t counted on the girls and LV though. They assured him they had hotel rooms, but wanted to see the loft. They also wanted to make sure that he and Justin had everything they needed until the three of them returned the next day. “You and LV go shopping. There is nothing to eat in this place.” Ruby was giving orders. She’d been all over the loft within seconds of arriving. Reggie was standing back admiring the naked man picture. LV had thrown himself down on the sofa pretending he was exhausted after carrying up all the luggage. Justin was sitting on Brian on the chaise, admiring the view, and taking advantage of his position to kiss his man as often as he wanted. “R-1 we just got here. Give us a break,” Justin’s voice was close to a whine, but his close proximity to Brian’s lips changed that to a purr. Brian was actually enjoying having all of them in the loft, even though he was looking forward to some time alone with Justin. He now understood why Justin thrived with the dynamics of the four of them in L.A.. They all complimented each other in a weird way and they all loved each other like some kind of large diverse family. “You know, the sooner you do as she says, the sooner we can be alone,” Brian whispered to Justin. “I heard that,” Ruby said with a grin. “Holy shit Brisie, you have an awesome wardrobe.” “That’s just this season’s clothes, he has more in storage,” Justin piped up. “Stay out of my closet,” Brian called, although he really didn’t mind. He liked showing off the wardrobe that hung in his specially designed closet. “I see your point,” Justin said as he got off of Brian with a kiss on the older man’s nose. “Come on LV, we have to go to the market. Since you’re the cook, I need you with me.” “I haven’t planned the menus yet,” LV said barely looking away from the CD collection he was checking out. “Menus?” Brian asked. “He plans things,” Justin explained. “He says it’s necessary in order to have the right ingredients and to make sure the meals all coordinate for the week.” “Spare me the details.” Brian looked at LV. “Just get some milk and cookies for the child, we can phone for take out.” “Take out.” LV was horrified and he turned to Brian and Justin. “Oh my gawd no. You can die eating take-out all the time. You need proper food, prepared right.” “Are you sure you aren’t gay?” Brian asked. “Justin, I’ll use the menu for this week. Let me print it off along with the grocery list. We only need to add a few things. I’ll check what Brian has as stock ingredients in his cupboards,” LV said and headed to the kitchen. Soon everyone could hear doors opening and closing along with LV’s muttered bitching. “I guess he’s seeing what you think are staples,” Justin smirked. “I wonder what recipe the poppers will go in.” “How about bed time snacks,” Brian said with a poker face. Justin stuck out his tongue. “Hurry up LV, I want to eat and to eat we have to shop. The girls are going to Brian sit.” “I don’t need the girls to do any such thing, why don’t you all go,” Brian began. A little peace and quiet might not be that bad. “No way Brisie, we are soooooo going to Brisie sit,” Ruby laughed. Brian tried not to wince at the name they insisted on using. He knew they were doing it to get a reaction from him. Debbie had always told him to ignore shit like this and he was doing his best, but damn they tried his patience. “I’m going to sit here and rest my eyes. A cold beer would help,” he said to them all and demonstrating by closing his eyes. Justin and LV left the loft; LV with his grocery list, Justin with the keys to Brian’s Jeep. Once they arrived LV left Justin with the list at the grocery store. “I’m going to pick up some things at a couple of specialty places. I’ll be back in an hour,” LV said with a laugh as he slid behind the wheel of Brian’s Jeep. “Don’t get a lot of extra crap, remember we’re going home in a few days and Brian won’t eat it,” he warned. “Yes mommy,” Justin said in a tiny voice. “Can I have the chocolate fudge sticks if I’m very, very good?” “Asshole,” LV laughed as he drove off. Brian didn’t even attempt to rest when the girls began parading around modeling his silk shirts and designer ties. He was amazed at their energy and ability to entertain as they twisted and rolled his clothing into outfits for themselves. “You know if everything isn’t just the way you found it, both of you are going to pay the dry cleaning bill.” “Brisie, you know you love it,” Ruby declared as she sashayed around the loft in a model’s walk clad only in a sheer black shirt, a tie around her head like a head band and nothing else. Reggie came out of the bedroom in Brian’s silk boxers, two ties strategically twisted to form a partial covering of her breasts when the there was a knock on the door and then the distinct sound of a key in the lock. “Hey Brian are you in there, you aren’t answering your phone.” It was Michael. “Fuck, it’s Michael,” Brian sound panicky. “No fear,” Ruby said, slipping the shirt off and covering Brian’s foot with it as she hopped onto his lap. “You don’t have any clothes on,” Brian hissed. “Oh well,” she shrugged. “Brian.” Michael was now in the room. He looked at his friend who lay on his chaise, a naked, well endowed and beautiful woman in his lap. Another one wearing only a pair of black silk boxers and two of Brian’s ties walked over to him. “Hey Brisie, you never said we were going to have a foursome. I thought it was just going to be us.” She put her bottom lip out in a pout. “Come on in honey and make yourself at home.” She turned to Brian. “He’s kind of little.” “Twins?” Michael stuttered. “Girls?” “Wow little guy, you are observant.” Reggie cupped her hand at the back of Michael’s head and pulled him close so that his nose was inches from her breasts. “Michael, I’m busy,” Brian laughed. “Ladies, don’t tease Mikey.” “Brian, there’s a black guy driving your Jeep. He must have stolen it,” Michael said. “I think we should call the police.” “Mikey, there are lots of Jeeps out there. I’m sure it isn’t mine.” Brian regretted and not for the first time, giving Michael a key to his place. “It has your license plate.” Michael walked away from Reggie, making a wide berth around her. “You know my plate number? Mikey that’s pathetic even for you,” Brian laughed. “It’s only LV, he’s visiting for a couple of days. This is Ruby and that’s Reggie his roommates.” “Oh.” Michael looked at the girls, still not sure why they didn’t have much in the way of clothing on. “Ma wants to make sure you know what time you have to pick up Mel, Linds, and Gus. She wants you to bring them early.” “I’m sure you could have waited to tell me, Mikey,” Brian sighed. “Why don’t you give Reggie your key. She’ll need it while she’s here.” “But Brian….” Michael wasn’t sure what to say. “Thanks Mikey,” Brian said ignoring his friend. “Now Ruby, where were we, you were going to demonstrate what women like during hetero sex and how it’s similar to gay sex.” He knew this would freak Michael out who was more prudish than most people knew. “Uh, I have to go,” Michael said as he backed toward the door. “Should I tell Ma there’ll be more people for dinner?” He handed his key over to Reggie who was almost pushing him backwards by leaning into him as he walked. “No little guy, my sister and I will be leaving that morning. But honey, thanks so much for asking.” She leaned in to kiss him and Michael, panic in his eyes turned and fled. Not caring or hearing the laughter from the three in the loft as the heavy door slid shut and was firmly locked.