Little White Lies Part 7 Notes: For Misty - Special thanks to Lois for the great beta work - and for Susan - her marvelous pics define the fics. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Four years later: "Are you sure this is where they've been going Brian?" Justin eyed the familiar club door, taking in the rugged bouncer who stood behind the guardian of the entrance to the most popular dance club in the city. "How are they getting in?" Brian looked at his partner and rolled his eyes. "Hmmm, let me guess on that one, maybe Gus is blowing the guy by the door, or maybe Bree is, you never know these days." He paused "Or they could have fake ID’s like someone else I knew once long ago." "Geeze Brian, they're babies, how could anybody think either of them are legal?" "Gus is seventeen and Bree is sixteen, I think they both are over qualified in the baby department." Brian stood across the street, his arm around Justin and the two of them continued to watch the long line up as two by two they were allowed inside. "Were we ever that young? He nodded at two men dressed in form fitting black pants with midriff shirts on walking hand in hand to join the line. "I don't know about you, but I was once." Justin teased. "Why didn't Emmett stop them? He said they've been here every Friday and Saturday night for the past three months." "Emmett thought we knew." Brian kissed Justin's forehead and pulled him closer. "After all, this place was our favorite spot to dance. We had some good times here before you left and some not so bad ones here since you've come back." "Yes, as long as I can keep all the guys away from you. Really Brian, I don't know what it is about you, you attract tricks like crazy." "It's because they can't have me. It makes me mysterious." Brian joked. Justin looked up at him, his heart swelling with pride like it always did when he looked on the face of the man he loved. Brian stood straight and tall, his slim well muscled build giving him an air of grace. But it was his face that everyone couldn't get enough of; in fact he'd had offers from clients to model on occasion. His closely trimmed chestnut beard set off the kind hazel eyes. The odd faded scar here and there added mystery and depth to a face that had once been pleasantly handsome and now was amazingly gorgeous. He'd taken to wearing a small diamond stud in one ear, adding to the pirate look. The only other jewelry he wore was the wide platinum band on his ring finger identical to the one on Justin's hand. "I guess we'd better go and get them." Justin said. He sighed; this was going to be a long night. Being the parents of two teenagers who were in love with one another was nerve wracking to say the least. He'd even considered sending Bree back to Daphne, but that idea was short lived after the week long hysterics on Bree's part not to mention Daphne and Brian when he casually mentioned it. Gus had promised no penetrating sex with Bree before her sixteenth birthday. Justin had been hoping that his will power would continue until they were both out of University. When he'd told Brian what he was hoping for, Brian laughed so hard he'd fallen off the bed. When both Bree and Gus had rushed into the bedroom to see what the noise was all about Brian was speechless because he could not stop laughing. Justin could have killed him. "We could always just wait here until they are ready to come home." Brian suggested. The thought of facing the thumpa thumpa music and the flashing lights, not to mention the press of hot sweaty bodies drenched in various colognes, was almost more than he could stand. "You are getting old Mr. Kinney, when a dance or two at Babylon doesn't get you excited." "If we were going out with the boys, then yes, a dance or two with my favorite blonde would get me excited." He looked at the line up "But instead we are going to be hauling our kids out of there. It isn't going to be a fun evening." "Brian, they are too young to be hanging out with the crowd here. You know what goes on, you certainly spent enough money on E and every other quasi pharmaceutical you could lay your hands on from the dealers." "Justin, give the kids some credit, there is no way either of them would be doing shit like that. They know better." "You knew better and it didn't stop you." "And look what it got me one night. I found myself a beautiful hot twink." Brian loved to tease Justin. It never failed, Justin always fell for it. Justin rolled his eyes, taking Brian's hand he led him across the street. Brian signaled to the bouncer, who was an old trick who had become a friend. The good looking man smiled at the couple and indicated that they should go to the head of the line, then pass them through the doors. "Hey, thanks Frank, it's too fucking cold to stand outside." "No problem Brian. Hey your kids are here, they make a cute couple in a hetro sort of way. It could almost make me believe in love watching them dance. Reminds me of another couple who used to be pretty hot on the dance floor." "We still are hot on the dance floor Frank." Brian smirked and dragged Justin past and into the murky wonder of pulsating music and strobe lights. Brian helped Justin off with his jacket and handed his and Justin's jackets over to the guy in the coat check booth. He included a generous tip to ensure that their jackets would be quickly found when they left. "Well, Sunshine, will we have one drink upstairs before we turn into pissed off Dad's and boot them out of here?" Justin laughed. "One drink won't hurt, it'll be kind of fun leaning on the railing and checking out the guys on the dance floor. Like old times." Brian chuckled and with his arm possessively around Justin's shoulder, the two of them made their way to the upstairs bar. "Hey déjà vu." Brian said as they strolled hand in hand up to the busy bar. He nodded his head at their friends who stood in a group by the iron railing. Ben had a hand possessively on Michael's shoulder, Ted stood beside Emmett, sipping a drink while Emmett, hands in the air moved to the beat of the music. "All we need now is to look down and see a young blonde twink dancing with his handsome and debonair boy friend, so hot that the steam is rising from them, and I'll know we are in some kind of Star Trek time warp." "Isn't that hot and sexy blonde twink, my handsome and debonair friend?" Justin teased. The two of them clinked bottles in an unspoken toast and let the cold liquid flow down their parched throats. Brian bent and nuzzled Justin's neck, knowing that his lips, cold and damp from the bottle of beer would send shivers right to Justin's groin. He was rewarded with a loan moan of pleasure, before two lips found his, crushing them in a passion filled kiss that spoke of promises and love. "For Gawd sake you two, can't you stop even long enough to say hello to your friends?" Michael laughed. He'd turned around and been surprised to see Brian and Justin behind him, but not surprised to see them kissing. "Hi guys." Brian and Justin said at the same time. They moved over to stand at the rail and looked down. "Anything exciting down there tonight?" Brian asked out of habit. "Same old, same old." Ted said and shrugged. "They're getting younger every time we come here. Or we're getting older." "Speak for yourself Sugar, my light still burns bright as it ever did" Emmett twirled around, hands in the air. Everyone laughed, and they all silently agreed that Emmett truly didn't look much older than he had sixteen years ago. "What brings the two of you out on a Saturday night?" Ben asked. Brian nodded to the kids on the dance floor. "We are trying to capture our lost youth." Justin stood at the rail with him lost in memories of previous dances as he watched his daughter, her shoulder length blonde hair luminescent in the black lights, her eyes shut lost in the moment as the tall handsome young man, his arms draped casually around her shoulders held her close, their bodies in tune with the music. They watched the group that danced around the two young ones and Brian was pleased to see several of his old friends steer away any one who attempted to intrude on the couple who were so obviously lost in one another. "Remind you of anyone?" Justin whispered to Brian. He took the opportunity to give the lobe of Brian's ear a soft bite, then kissed it to take the sting away. Brian squirmed, his cock tight in his pants. "Let's join them Sunshine and show those two how it's really done." Brian's lopsided grin never failed to melt Justin into a pliable mass of goo. "This should be good." Michael said to Ben. "We haven't had the Brian and Justin dance show for a long time." "We'll watch for one dance then go join them." Ben said. Emmett and Ted nodded their agreement and the four friends stood at the rail to watch the two lovers. Brian, his finger hooked in the waistband of Justin's pants led the way to the dance floor. Justin, his finger hooked in the back band of Brian's pants followed. Neither of them noticed the looks they were getting from some of the other dancers who recognized the famous Liberty Avenue couple. The music wrapped around the two of them as they fell into the familiar position that captivated those who watched. Justin, his eyes closed began to lose himself in the sounds of the music as it filled his senses, Brian, his arms resting on Justin's shoulders, his forehead touching Justin's, drank in the intoxicating smells of his partner as the music and the bodies around them began to heat the pale skin. Justin thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock against Brian's and Brian slipped his long leg between Justin's legs so the blonde was dry fucking as he moved. Justin's hands wandered over Brian's back, his arms, his ass touching and moving constantly, until Brian's skin began to burn with desire. So lost in the music and each other that they didn't notice the other dancers backing away, leaving the two of them alone in the center of the dance floor, mirrored by their children a few feet away, who also hadn't noticed anything different. Two generations danced in the falling glitter, their movements so sensual and erotic that there wasn't a soft cock or clit in the place as every eye devoured the couples. The song ended and instead of moving into the next tune the DJ announced. "Tonight at Babylon for your viewing pleasure we present two generations of Taylor's and Kinney's - let's hear it for the ruling King and his Consort and their Prince and Princess." A roar went up from the crowd and the four in the middle of the dance floor bowed low, all of them pleased at the attention, though some more so than others. "Look Gus, it's Daddy." Bree pointed to the large screens that usually had shots of the crowd or videos playing on them. Now someone had resurrected some video footage from years before taken when Justin performed for the King of Babylon contest. "Holy shit, it is Justin." Gus looked at his father who was glaring at the large screens, remembering the events that had led up to Justin's performance and remembering how Justin had stolen his trick. "Hey Dad, how cool is that." He said to his father. "You two, in the car, now." Brian growled. Justin laughed, Brian, who had always insisted he never got jealous, was once again jealous of something that had happened almost seventeen years ago. He grabbed his lover who's face had turned into a familiar stone mask that Justin hadn't seen in years. Brian's body was stiff and unyielding. Justin stood on tiptoe to reach his ear and whispered over the music. "I love you Brian Kinney. I loved you then and I love you now. I danced up there to make you want me, I was such a desperate kid. I was too stupid to know that you were mine right from the start, you are so good at hiding your feelings. But not anymore Sonny Boy, you are mine all mine, so stop sulking and kiss me." Hearing Justin call him Sonny Boy, his voice a silk glove wrapping around an iron will, Brian melted into his lover's arms. "Fuck you Sunshine." "I certainly hope so, but first we have to deal with Patrick and Jennifer. They should be at the car by now." Brian, pulled Justin closer and kissed him thoroughly. "Take that Brat, I never should have told you I fell for you from the first, I knew you'd bring it up again." "You didn't have to tell me, I knew. I had your number from the first. The problem was I was too stupid and too young to realize it until it was almost too late." Brian kissed him again. "Let's go find the kids. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get some serious loving in." They walked hand in hand toward the parking area down the street. "Geeze," Justin said. He nodded his head toward the car. Bree was sitting on the front fender, her legs wrapped around Gus' waist, her arms around his body and they were lip locked together. Gus' hands smoothing circles on Bree's back. "Ok you two, enough already." Justin said. "What in hell is wrong with you guys? You've made it this far, now all of a sudden you can't keep your hands off each other?" "You and Pops set a good example for us." Bree snarked at her fathers. "You two can't keep your hands off of each other and nobody is supposed to notice." "We are also a lot older and we are committed to one another." Brian said. He realized the mistake he'd made as soon as the words were out. "Well, la-di-da. Gus and I are in a relationship too and we're just as committed. You guys don't have exclusive rights you know. It is possible for a guy and a girl to feel the same way, we don't have to be a same sex couple." "We know that Bree." Brian tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. "Get in the car, we're going home." "I'm not going home. It isn't a school night and our curfew isn't for another two hours. I want to dance and so does Gus." "Hey, leave me out of this Bree. We go here because you like it. Not because I do. It's easier just to agree with you than to say no." Gus looked down at his shoes. He knew he was in for it now. Bree's eyes filled with tears. "I thought you liked to dance with me." She said trying to keep the quiver out of her voice. "You said you holding me close on Friday and Saturday nights helped you make it through the week." The tears began to spill over. She looked around panicked and spotted a city bus moving down the street. In a flash she was off of the car and before any of them could react, she was on the bus. They could see her fumbling in her pocket for money as the large vehicle lumbered down the street. Picking up speed as each stop it passed was empty of prospective passengers. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." Gus shouted as the bus turned a corner. He looked at his father's "See what you guys did. Do you have any idea what it's like dealing with a walking fucking hormone like Bree especially now that she knows I'm going to Dartmouth in the fall? It's fucking hell." His shoulder's slumped and he began to walk away from them. "Well, we handled that well Sunshine." Brian said. "Definitely smooth Brian. The Father of the year award has to be ours. I hope you're willing to share." "Do you remember the number of that bus? I'll call and find out where it goes." Brian had his cell phone out. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Gus, his hands in his pockets, walked in the direction the bus took. Having witnessed many of Bree's dramatic moments in the past four years, Gus figured she wouldn't stay on the bus, but rather would get off a few blocks away once she figure she had made enough of a statement. He watched the fathers drive past him and he smiled. They were probably going to follow the bus. They were so predictable and they sooooo didn't know Bree. He walked to the bench by the bus stop around the corner and sat beside the girl he loved and waited. The two of them stared at the traffic and the nighttime people who always seemed more interesting than those who were out during the day. When he thought she was ready he held out his hand. In no time at all a small hand moved into his, her fingers twining, slowly she inched closer until she could rest her head on his shoulder. "Do you still love me Gus?" she asked her voice barely heard over the street noises. "Do you really have to ask Bree?" He kissed the top of her head, the curls that were kinking up from the dampness in the air tickling his nose. "Gus, have you ever thought that if you and I made love then all this tension would go away and we could relax?" "That was a good argument the first seventy five times you used it Bree, but it's getting stale." He kissed her again. "You know darn well what would happen, it would be like the Dads, once we start, we wouldn't be able to stop." She giggled, he was right. "Come on Baby, it's a long walk home." He stood up and she melted into his arms. She loved that she was the perfect fit. The top of her head could snuggle under his chin with no effort at all. She quivered as her taut nipples, stiff from the night air and from being in Gus' arms brushed against his body until his grip pulled her closer and they pushed into his skin. She felt him flinch and she smiled to herself knowing he too could feel her nipples. Gus pulled away from her and with his arm around her shoulder began to walk home. It was times like these that walking the few miles to their home was a needed respite from the sexual tension that was always surrounding the two of them. By unspoken agreement they took the route past St. James, both of them loving the old building and the feelings that it always evoked when the passed it. Bree slipped out from his arm and ran up the stone steps then began to dance on the wide cement wall that flanked them. Gus watched her dance in the moonlight, a fairy princess, shimmering as the silver rays touched her hair. He loved her so much it hurt. Going away to Dartmouth was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his life. Going away from half of his very soul. Like always, at times like this, he held out his arms and she fell forward off the cement trusting that he would catch her and he did only this time was different. This time as she fell towards his arms he caught a glimpse of what he was going to be missing and his emotions won the battle for once and his lips sought hers in a kiss that would have rivaled the best their fathers had ever exchanged. He couldn't stop and his lips traveled down her neck, drowning him in a sensual overload as they felt her rapid pulse beating in that tender soft spot at the base of her neck. His cock was hard enough to break through the fabric of his jeans when with a deep felt sigh that was pulled from deep with her, Bree pushed him away. "I want you more than life itself Gus, but I don't want it to be here on the sidewalk. When we make love for the first time, I want candles and romantic music and a bed." Gus smiled at her. She was the strongest person he knew and he was grateful for it. "I think we can arrange that." He said with a gentle kiss. He took her hand and once again they began to walk home. The spring air was intoxicating with the smell of apple blossom and spring flowers as they walked the dark streets toward Bree's home. "Gus we only have one hundred and twenty six days until you leave." "One hundred and twenty six days, eight hours and, he checked his watch, "thirty two minutes." He shut his eyes for a moment against the pain he knew would strike at the thought of leaving her. "But who's counting" he tried to joke. "Don't be sad Gus, going to The University is supposed to be a happy time. You'll make lots of new friends and can you just imagine the library there." Both Bree and Gus found vast accumulations of books, the feel of them, the sight of them, the smell was an enthralling compulsion they shared. "I'll probably be the only student who gets a hard on when I walk through the library doors because I'll be thinking of you and what you'd be feeling if you were with me." He joked. She giggled. She had to agree with him, he got hard now when they went to the Pittsburgh Library. "You are such a freak Gus." "Yes, but I'm your freak." Laughing quietly she pulled him close, her arm around his waist. "Don't ever forget Gus" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Two weeks later: Prom night Justin straightened Brian's tie, then not being able to resist, kissed him just under his chin. "I'll have the best looking 'date' there Brian. He teased. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. Remember the last time, it ended in disaster." His eyes darkened with pain at the memories that washed over him. "The ending might have sucked, but Brian believe me, what took place in the middle almost made it worth it." Justin smiled to himself remembering how he felt when Brian began to dance with him. Like most people who have good memories mixed with bad, the good ones always win. Any mother who is holding her new child will tell you that. Brian shut his eyes as the sound of the bat connecting with Justin's head reverberated in his brain, but when he shut his eyes, he also saw the love in Justin's blue eyes reflected back at him when he placed the white silk around his neck and took him into his arms for his declaration of love that became a turning point in their lives. He smiled through his pain and kissed the red lips that were turned toward him. "The ending more than sucked Sunshine, but yes the middle was pretty terrific." He agreed. They both turned at the knock on their bedroom door. "Dad, Pops, are you decent, can I come in?" Bree asked. "Since when do you ever knock Little Sunshine?" Brian teased. "Justin, I'm sorry, but this girl is going nowhere. Don't let Gus see her, he won't make it through this night a virgin." "POPS" Bree started to whine, then she realized Brian was teasing. "Do you like it? Do you think Gus will like it? Do I look ok? Is my hair good? Do I have too much perfume on? Will Gus mind that I'm wearing these shoes?" she stopped breathless when she noticed her fathers both laughing. "Let me see Baby" Justin said, her dress had been a highly kept secret. Bree obediently twirled. Her dress was perfection. It had been designed by her Auntie Em and she loved it. The top was a simple off the shoulder form-fitting bodice, but the skirt was layer upon layer of strips of chiffon in rainbow colors. When she stood still it fell to the floor and looked like a solid skirt. When she twirled the different sizes and lengths of the strips began to separate and the colors glowed mixed in with tantalizing glimpses of her legs covered in a sparkly cream. Her shoes were hardly that, but high heeled sandals made up of matching rainbow pieces of leather. Her shoulder length blonde curls had been dusted with sparkles as well. The only makeup she had on was a bit of pale pink lipstick and eye makeup that emphasized her beautiful brown eyes. "You are beautiful" Justin's voice broke with emotion. Brian kissed him on the forehead and walked over to Bree a small box in his hand. He bent and kissed her cheek. "We have the most beautiful daughter in all of St. James history." He said. He opened the box. "This is for you, Em designed it for your dress and I had it made up." Brian fastened a necklace of multi hued Bavarian crystals around her neck. The crystals formed a net in the shape of a heart and were held together with clear nylon filament so that it gave the impression of a rainbow crystal heart glowing against Bree's honey colored skin. Bree's eyes glowed as she looked into the mirror. "It's wonderful Pops. Thank you, you're the best step dad in the whole world." The doorbell rang and she began to glow. It was Gus, coming to the house formally as her 'date'. "You going to answer the door?" Justin asked with a laugh. "No, you answer it Daddy." She was suddenly nervous. Justin continued to smile as he walked to the front door. He blinked back sudden tears when he opened the door and saw a younger Brian standing there dressed in an Armani tux and holding a florists box. "You'd better stay off Liberty Avenue tonight boy. You won't be safe." He smiled when he spoke and kissed Gus on the cheek. "Come in, your date is ready." Bree walked into the foyer, shy for the first time since she met Gus four years ago. Gus looked at her and his throat dried up. He couldn't speak and he couldn't move. He thrust the florist box at her and managed to croak, “for your hair.” She smiled gently, love shining in her eyes. Both Brian and Justin realized for the first time that Bree had truly grown up. She may have been only sixteen in years, but emotionally, tonight, she was far older. Shadow, followed closely by her kitten Spike, who was twice the size of her, broke the tension when she launched herself from the floor to Gus' shoulder, wrapping her front legs around his neck in a 'cat' hug. Something Brian had taught her. Gus laughed and gently put her down, while Justin took the ever-ready lint brush out of the drawer in the hall table. This kind of thing happened often and the lint brush was needed frequently or they would all be wearing Shadow when they went out. Gus collected his wits together and took the box back from Bree, opened it and removed a small spray of the tiniest orchids in a cascade. He pinned them into the soft silky curls letting his lips brush Bree's temple as he did it sending a flush of pleasure through both of their bodies. "I have something for you too Sweetheart." Justin said. He opened a box that had been sitting on the hall table and removed a shawl of silk threads woven into traditional Irish lace by a group of Nuns in Ireland. He'd bought it when he and Brian had taken a trip there last year, knowing that someday he would give it to his daughter. He draped over her shoulders and kissed the end of her nose. "You two have fun. Brian and I will be there shortly." Brian and Justin stood arm in arm at the front door. They had insisted on the children posing for pictures before they would let them leave and now watching Gus open the door of the red Mustang convertible that his father had bought him for a graduation present, to let Bree in, they both sighed at how fast time had gone by. "He's going to make love to her tonight, isn't he?" Justin's voice was quiet. "Yes." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You know how much you worry about things. He has a suite at the hotel the prom is at and it's been decorated the way he said Bree always dreamed about. He has condoms and many safe sex lectures and he has a bag for Bree with something for her to wear tomorrow when they come home." "You thought of everything." Justin hated to think his baby was grown up enough to have sex. "I was going to tell you Justin. You know I wouldn't keep anything from you.?" Brian looked at him worried that Justin would be pissed with him. "Brian, you can't keep anything from me. Do you think I'm completely clueless? You made the room reservation while I was not ten feet away painting. You ordered the flowers and candles and the wine. You packed Bree's overnight bag and put it in Gus' car yesterday. I may be blonde, but the dumb stereotype is not appropriate." He smiled at Brian to take any sting from his words. "Does Bree know about these plans?" he asked "No." "What is with you Kinney men? Can't you guys ever do anything straight without these elaborate schemes? Justin threw up his hands and turned to walk away. "Apparently not Sunshine. It appears to be some kind of genetic thing." Brian came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Justin holding on tight. "Some of my plans have worked. You're here aren't you?" he whispered. "You just got lucky on that one buster." "If Gus had told Bree, do you think she would have gone to the Prom? Or would our highly charged daughter had her way with him in the foyer when he walked in the door?" Brian couldn't help but smirk. Bree was so much like her father. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Brian and Justin stood at the back of the ballroom watching everyone dance. Bree and Gus were easily the handsomest couple. "Hi, I'm Linda, which one out there is yours?" a tall good-looking brunet had sidled up to Brian. "My son and daughter are the ones over by the stage." Brian pointed out Bree and Gus. "My goodness they are very good looking. Is one of them adopted?" The nosey women asked. "No, why do you ask?" "Your daughter must take after your wife." She replied diplomatically. "As a matter of fact she does. She has his hair and definitely his personality." "Pardon me?" Brian put his arm around Justin and pulled him closer. Justin hadn't been paying any attention to Brian and was surprised. "What now Brian?" he asked. "This is Linda, she wanted to meet my wife. You're as good as it gets. Linda this is my wife, Justin Taylor. Justin meet Linda." He kissed Justin's cheek. The familiar strains of 'Save the Last Dance for Me' began to play. "Excuse us will you please Linda, this is 'our' song." He turned to Justin. "Sunshine, I believe this is where we came in once before." He offered Justin his hand. Justin, his grin wide took the proffered hand and walked out onto the dance floor. As soon as they touched, the magic was there. The years fell away and they danced, step for step as they had so many years before. This time though when it was over they didn't leave, instead Brian kissed his partner to seal the unspoken deal that they made to remain together forever. "Your dad is the most romantic person in the whole world." Bree sighed. Gus had to laugh. "Believe me Bree, it's only because of your Dad." He looked down at her. "It's midnight, do you want to get out of here or do you want to wait until the end?" "I never want this night to end." Bree said. "I want it to go on forever and ever." "I'll see what I can do Bree." Gus whispered in her ear. He took her hand and led her out of the large ballroom, slipping unnoticed by everyone out the double doors. "Where are we going? The parking garage is that way?" Bree was puzzled. Gus had checked his watch. He'd arranged to have the candles lit by midnight. "I have something I want to show you. I think you'll like it. It's on the fifth floor. "Cool, is that where Maggie is having her party?" Bree asked. "What party?" Gus, keeping up the hetro guy tradition, was clueless about these kind of things. Bree rolled her eyes. "Apparently not." She laughed up at him. "Ok I give up what's the surprise?" "Come with me, my lovely," he wiggled his eyebrows and she giggled on cue. Exchanging silly talk they made their way to the fifth floor. When the elevator doors drew open, Bree and Gus both were suddenly quiet. The seriousness of what was about to happen hitting them both, for by now Bree though she knew what Gus' surprise was. Gus reached into the pocket of his tuxedo and took out a keycard. Holding Bree's hand tightly, he slipped it into the lock of room five thirty five. With a deep breath he opened the door and stood back for Bree to see inside. "Ohhhhhh" Bree's eyes were wide. The large room was full of hundred's of candles. There were flowers everywhere and soft music was playing. Gus noticed a wine bucket on a table and he smiled there was a small half sized bottle of wine on ice and a note card. He opened it up. "It's bad enough I'm contributing to your delinquency, I don't need to add 'getting the two of you pissed' to the list that Justin is sure to be starting. But have one glass of wine on me, it will help the both of you to relax and enjoy this night." Gus poured Bree a glass of wine and took it to her. "My dad thought we might need this," he said. Bree giggled, "I don't need any wine." She wrapped her arms around Gus tucking her head under his chin. "I can't believe this is happening." "What - that I rented a hotel room to relax in after the Prom?" Gus teased. "That you and I are going to make love you jerk." "Now, Bree, that's not a very romantic thing to call me. I'll get my feelings hurt." "Shut up and kiss me, I swear, you'd think you were my Dad's kid the way you talk all the time." She turned her face up to his and the moment of hesitation and nervousness evaporated. Gus let his lips claim her once and for all as his. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Justin, get back in bed." "I'm not sleepy." "Sitting up all night isn't going to give you any hidden insights into what's taking place across town." "But Brian, she's so young." "She's almost seventeen, not that much younger than you were and a lot older than I was for my first time." "Aren't you worried about Gus? It's his first time too." "Gus is my son, genetics alone will let him enjoy this but just in case some of his mother rubbed off on him, I did have a heart to heart with the boy." Justin had to laugh at that. "Brian Kinney the fag expert on heterosexual sex, I would have loved to be part of that conversation." "At least I told him only to use condoms he purchased himself." Brian smirked. "Now get your ass back into bed. I need you so I can sleep." "What did you do before I came back?" Justin was curious as he crawled up the length of the bed. "I didn't sleep much." "Really?" "That's right, I've never been able to sleep without you beside me. It was how I knew I loved you that first night. You were the first person I trusted enough to fall asleep with. No matter how drunk or high I was, I always slept alone before that. That fact alone had me scared half to death." "You say the most romantic things Brian Kinney." Justin nuzzled Brian's neck. He reached up and combed his fingers through Brian's beard, then through his hair and finally moving down his belly to the pubic hair that framed the rock hard cock. Brian let Justin's hands wander. He knew why Shadow could spend hours with someone stroking her. It was an amazingly sensual and relaxing pleasure. Justin continued to stroke him, to knead his muscles, to comb his fingers through Brian's hair, punctuating his stoking with small kisses and tiny gently nips until Brian was almost purring and vibrating with contentment. This was a familiar and favorite way for the two of them to fall asleep. Justin held tight in Brian's arms while his hand wandered over Brian's body. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Do I look any different?" Bree asked Gus. He leaned his body on one elbow while he contemplated her golden body. Sunlight picking up the sparkles that clung to her skin from the night before. "Hmmmm, except for the bit of dried cum on your chin, you look the same." He leaned down and licked her chin. "Not bad, consider that had to have been the seventh time I came." "Braggart." Bree pulled him close and kissed him. "I could stay here forever." "You might get hungry eventually." "Did you sleep?" "No" "I did" "I know, I watched you. I want to have memorized every inch of your body so when I'm in my cold lonely bed I can recall this night." "Hmmmm, I love you Gus. It was definitely worth the wait." Bree snuggled close to him. "You know that I am going to want more and more, after all practice makes perfect." "I thought you said it was perfect." Gus teased, but his hands caressed her body, he leaned down and took a perfectly shaped pink nipple in his mouth sucking and rolling it in his mouth. Bree moaned and her legs moved apart. "Such a minx you are." He tasted the other nipple. "Enough foreplay Gus, I want you inside me now." She demanded. "So impatient." He trailed down her belly. "Fuck" "Soon" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bree floated around the room, gathering up her clothes and Gus'. She picked up the discarded condoms that missed the wastebasket, her mind numb when she saw the last one. It was split across the end. It had to have happened when Gus took it off. She shook her head and tossed it in with the rest. She was glad it was her that tidied up. Gus would only have worried and he needed his mind clear to enter Dartmouth with a double major. There was no way she would ever stand in the way of his dreams. Later that day when the two lovers came home, there was only a brief moment of shyness on Gus' part. Bree on the other hand was walking on air and considerably calmer than she had been in months. She kissed Brian and Justin on the cheek as she drifted by. "I'm going to bed early, I'm beat." Was all they heard before her door shut. Brian and Justin looked at Gus. "I won't ask." Brian said. "Me either." Justin added. "Good, because I won't tell you anything." Gus kissed the two men and left the house smiling. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The school year ended and summer disappeared faster than Bree and Gus ever thought possible. After their first night in the hotel, the two of them only made love when their fathers were out of the house as they didn't want to embarrass either of them. The whole family turned out on the morning that Gus was leaving for the long drive to Dartmouth. Justin had an early morning breakfast get together on the front lawn. There wasn't a dry eye in the whole group as Gus in his red Mustang, packed to the roof, drove down the street. Only Bree had held herself in control having cried her share of tears in the privacy of her room over the past two months. Debbie and the gang were helping Justin clean up and no one noticed Bree slipping back to her room, picking up the phone and dialing her Aunt Molly in New York. "Aunt Molly, it's Bree." "Hi honey, it's nice to hear from you." "Aunt Molly, I've got a big problem. I need you to ask Daddy and Pops to let me live with you for this school year. Can you still get me into the senior year at the School of Fine Arts?" "You know I can, but why? I thought you'd decided to stay in Pittsburgh." "Please Aunt Molly, I'll explain when I get there. Aunt Molly, don't tell them I called you. You've always been my best girl friend and I really need you right now." "I'll do what I can Bree. But you're scaring me here." "I'm sorry, but you're the only person I can trust right now with this. I'm scared too and you promised you'd always be there for me." Bree began to cry. She'd told herself she wouldn't cry, but her emotions were all screwed up.