Moonlight, Magic and Mystery – 7
Justin looked up at his cousin’s building trying to decide if he should go up. Finally making a decision, he turned and signaled a cab. He was going to Soho. There would be more to do and he really didn’t need to listen to any I told you so’s.
It was somehow freeing to be on his own. He knew Frances could find him if he wanted him badly enough. But Justin wrapped himself in a spell that would make things harder for anyone to find him. He wanted at least a week to think about his life and to let Brian make a few decisions of his own.
Getting out of the cab, Justin shouldered his backpack and headed for the nearest coffee shop. He bought a latte and then sat outside at a table. Justin loved to people watch. He pulled out a small sketchbook to record some of the sights.
“Hey, can I share this table?” Justin looked up. Standing by the table was Frances.
“Fuck, can’t you leave me alone?” Justin grumbled. “How did you find me?” He sipped his latte and glared at his cousin.
“Watcher here?” Frances laughed. “I have my ways. If I get my own latte, will you stay here?”
“Would it matter?” Justin said.
“No, but I would hate to spill my high priced coffee.” Frances reached out and squeezed Justin’s shoulder sending a stay spell through his body.
Justin waited for his cousin to get in the line up before he shook off the spell. To prove a point, he moved to a table in the far corner of the roped off patio, leaned back in his chair, his feet on the chair opposite.
“Point taken kid.” Frances said, knocking Justin’s feet off the chair before sitting down. “I know you’re more powerful than I am.”
“Apparently you and everyone else seems to forget that little fact.” Justin picked up his sketchbook. “What do you want?”
“Why don’t you stay with Marcie and I?” Frances asked.
“That would be a no.” Justin sighed.
“Why not?” Frances sighed. “I know your feelings are hurt. I mean Brian jumped to conclusions without knowing all the facts.”
“I knew what he was thinking.” Justin said. “He has a tendency to believe anything his stupid friend Michael says.”
“Yet he loves you?” Frances looked away.
“He does, but he doesn’t know it. He has issues. He’d rather do anything than admit his true feelings. Though he does admit them when he thinks I’m sleeping.” Justin’s smile was filled with nostalgic memory. “It’s kind of sweet actually.”
“But you ran away?” Frances shook his head. “You didn’t trust Brian to come to his senses.”
“I didn’t run, I decided to leave the Pitts so Brian can get his priorities straight. I don’t have to really worry about school.”
“It sounds to me like you’re making excuses.” Frances looked deep into Justin’s eyes. “Maybe you should let yourself be found by Brian sooner rather than later. So he can drag your ass back home.”
“I’m not interested.” Justin said. “I need some time on my own.”
“But Brian and Gus aren’t safe with you here. I’m telling you this in confidence. Zane Hobbes has vowed to take you down in payment for his parent’s death.”
“What the fuck did I have to do with that?” Justin was truly puzzled.
“You didn’t, but you’re Craig Taylor’s son, or so Zane figures. And Craig Taylor was responsible for their deaths.”
“That has nothing to do with Brian or Gus.”
“But it does Justin. You love Brian and you love Gus. He knows he can hurt you through them. In fact he and his son Chris have it all figured out. They go after Brian and Gus and you’ll come out of the woodwork in their defense. Chris has bragged that he has twice the power you have. He’s using the fact he has you on the run to prove it. Something about a fire in your locker and your fear to do anything about it.”
“Chris is full of shit.” Justin spat standing up. “I’ll be around.” He started to walk away.
“Justin, don’t let the Hobbes win.”
“This isn’t a fucking game Frances. It’s my life and Brian’s.” he huffed. “And between you and I, Gus has more fucking power at his age than Brian and I will ever have. That’s why Hobbes wants him. He figures he can bring Gus to the dark side.” He looked hard at his cousin. “It isn’t going to happen. Gus is well protected. And how Hobbes found out about him I don’t know, but when I do find out who broke the covenant, that person will be well and truly sorry.” He leaned forward. “And that my dear watcher, is a promise I will die keeping.”
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Brian wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the diner for breakfast the next day, to find Debbie on the warpath. She’d had almost a full day to stew about Justin’s disappearance.
He grabbed the morning paper off the counter and headed for the back booth, moving into the seat next to the wall followed quickly by Emmett and Ted and then finally Michael.
“I’m not interested in hearing from any of you. Especially you Mikey.” Brian glared.
“Asshole, what’s this I hear about you throwing Sunshine out onto the street.” Debbie demanded.
“Ask your son about that.” Brian drawled, pretending interest in the paper. “I’ll have a coffee and some whole wheat toast, no butter.”
“When are you planning on getting Sunshine back?” she demanded, hands on her hips.
“He’s a big boy. He’ll come back when he’s ready.” Brian stood up, throwing his paper on the table. “I’m sick of all of this. Michael, you’re just as responsible as I am for Justin leaving. No one’s riding your ass.”
“Well what in fuck bit him in the ass?” Debbie asked, dumbfounded at Brian’s outburst.
Brian heard her, but ignored her words. He was worried sick about Justin, both because the boy had disappeared and because of what he’d said to send him away. And he was worried about Gus. Each time he’d driven past Lindsay’s house there was an aura of danger around it, yet it stopped twenty feet all around the house including the roof. Brian knew that it was Justin’s doing, keeping whatever it was away from his son. But he couldn’t help but wonder if Gus would be in danger when he wasn’t in residence.
It was time to retrieve his drama princess. He needed him close. He needed him for himself, for his heart and soul and he needed him for Gus, for his safety.
Not waiting to pack or drive to New York, Brian did what any Wahjee would do who was soul connected to another, he walked behind the diner and disappeared, unseen by prying eyes.
Brian didn’t need any kind of link or map or address written on a piece of paper. All he needed was the inborn bond he had with Justin. The one that told him they were meant to be a couple, even if his stubborn mind couldn’t make the connection. He appeared in the main room of a luxury suite in some New York hotel. There was no immediate sign of Justin other than a half eaten club sandwich and an empty margarita glass. Brian, sure he could feel Justin close, walked into the bedroom of the suite. Sure enough, the blond was spread out on his stomach sound asleep. Brian stood watching him, there were tear stains on his cheeks and every now and then he’d make a kind of hiccup sob, much like Gus did. Brian sighed and shut his eyes for a moment. Had he ever been so young that he’d cried himself to sleep? He hadn’t done anything like that in his teens, at least not as old as Justin was. Brian turned off the lights in the suite, hung a do not disturb sign from the door and then removing his clothing, crawled into bed with Justin, pulling a blanket over the two of them. Justin gave a half sob again, but didn’t wake, instead he wiggled and moved until he found Brian, wrapping himself around the older man with a sigh of relief.
Brian wanted to be angry, he wanted to hold himself tense and aloof while Justin slept. But he couldn’t. Instead all he could do was pull him in closer, kiss blond silk at the top of his head, and rub small circles on a too thin bare arm.
As he lay with Justin in his arms, Brian let his mind wander over the last few days. Something had happened to him since Justin had wandered into this life. He’d changed the order of things as Brian had known them. And oddly enough, it felt good having Justin around. Even the day or so he’d been gone, had been enough to show Brian that the blond was a necessary part of his life.
“Brian?” Justin stirred.
“Shhhhh, sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.” Brian’s voice was a whisper.
“I’m sorry.” Justin began.
“Don’t be.” Brian sighed and he kissed the top of Justin’s head again. “It takes two to fuck up. We appear to be good at it.”
“How profound.” Justin giggled sleepily. He sniffed, buried his head closer, immediately falling asleep.
Must be nice to be young, Brian thought smiling to himself. And be able fall asleep like a baby without any cares in the world. As soon as the thought went through his mind, Brian knew that it was wrong. Gus, young as he was, cared. Justin, Justin cared too much about him, about Gus, about things he shouldn’t have to care about at eighteen. He needed time to be a child, to learn, to grow. He might legally be an adult, but he was still young enough to cry himself to sleep.
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“Where did Kinney go?” Ted asked Emmett. “He was here just a few minutes ago.”
“He left, I’m not sure where, he didn’t say.” Emmett reached over and picked up the toast that had been delivered for Brian. “I really wish the man would at least let Deb give him some peanut butter.” He took a bite out of the toast.
“That’s Brian’s.” Michael began but his voice trailed off. Brian was pissed with him at the moment, there really wasn’t any point in protecting his toast.
“Where’s the good doctor?” Ted asked to change the subject.
“He had to go back to Portland. His wife is having some problems. Ex wife I mean.” Michael mumbled.
“Where did that asshole go, his car is parked in two spaces.” Debbie stood by the table hands on her hips. “He’s just lucky I don’t have it towed.”
“Ma, don’t do that. Brian can’t be far.” Michael stood up to check on Brian’s jeep. Not that he could do anything, but had to see for himself that Brian wasn’t in it.
Emmett and Ted watched Michael leave the diner. “He really doesn’t give up does he?” Emmett mused. “I mean Brian is never going to fuck him.”
“No he has that hot little blond number at his beck and call.” Ted laughed. “Which, considering his age is kind of verging on the creepy side.”
“Jealousy doesn’t become you Teddy.” Emmett patted his friend’s hand. “I’m sure Brian has his reasons for keeping Justin close.”
“Yeah, his bubble butt.”
“Perhaps.” Emmett shrugged. “I like to think that Brian Kinney has found the love of his life.”
“You have delusions.” Ted laughed.
“Well at least Brian isn’t trying to reform a crystal queen. You know Teddy, that just isn’t going to work. He damn near killed you.”
“It wasn’t his fault.” Ted looked away. “I’m dealing with it.” Now it was Ted’s turn to stand up. “I have to go.” He threw a few dollars on the table and walked out of the diner.
“Where did everybody go?” Debbie asked coming back with a pot of coffee.
“Vanished on the wind, honey.” Emmett smiled and held out his coffee cup for a refill.
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When Brian woke up, he was alone in the hotel bed. He sensed Justin was close though and he rolled over to see Justin sitting in the lotus position on the dresser. He was eating ice cream from a pint carton. “Hey you’re alive.” Justin grinned around a spoonful of ice cream. “I was getting worried and then I remembered your age.”
“Brat.” Brian smiled though, Justin looked so comfortable sitting up high. “Why in hell are you perched on the dresser?”
“I can see you better.” Justin said and ate another spoonful. “I like to watch you sleep. It’s kind of my thing .”
“And the ice cream, is that your thing as well?” Brian propped himself up on one elbow.
“No, that’s because I like ice cream.” Justin jumped down from the dresser, unfolding himself like a sinuous cat before landing on the floor. “Want some?”
Brian laughed. “I don’t think so. You do know it’s hardly time for eating that shit.”
“There’s always time for ice cream.” Justin was now straddling Brian; he loved it when his bare ass touched the other man’s skin.
“Keep that shit away from me.” Brian protested, but not too strongly.
Justin put a spoonful of the cold mixture in his mouth and then leaned forward to kiss Brian and share his ice cream. He kept his lips on Brian’s as they both swallowed, turning the taste into a kiss filled with giggles. It set the pace for the next few minutes as they took turns with ice cream kisses.
When the last spoonful was eaten, Brian flipped Justin over on his back, it was his turn to take over the seduction. For seduction was what it was. Gone were the worries they both had about things that were unfolding in their lives back in Pittsburgh. All that was left was the touch of their bodies, hot with passion. Their nerve endings were so sensitive that the least breath, the tiniest of whisper, the moisture their bodies produced, all were felt, relished and enjoyed.
“Is this your way of apologizing?” Justin asked, lowering himself on Brian’s latex clad organ. “Cause it’s a good one if it is.”
“No.” Brian gasped, his cock buried balls deep inside Justin. He gasped again when Justin clenched. “Maybe.” Brian admitted.
Rising back up on his knees, but keeping the end of Brian’s dick firmly in place, Justin leaned forward and kissed lips swollen from ice cream kisses. “Mmmmm, sweet.” He whispered, falling back down his own cock becoming even more hard with the sharp intake of Brian’s breath. Justin alternated his rhythm with kisses to lips, nips on rigid nipples, all the while riding up and down. He was fascinated with the array of emotions that Brian’s face portrayed. More than he ever thought possible and more than Brian was aware he was showing. Brian Kinney had lived his life keeping his emotions in check. But when he was with Justin, in the quiet of the night, or the throes of lovemaking, Brian Kinney revealed his inner most self. It was a secret Justin treasured and one he’d never share with the man he adored. He was sure Brian had no idea.
“Justin.” Brian finally gasped, his eyes wide open letting the blond see deep into his soul. “JUUUUSSSSTTTIIIN.”
His own balls tightened and he shot his load all over Brian’s chest at the same time as Brian himself came. Justin collapsed forward.
Twenty minutes later, Justin felt Brian’s cock slip out of him. Brian managed to remove the condom and tie it off discarding it on the floor for the trash later. He kept one arm on Justin to make sure he didn’t move. It was not something he would have admitted out loud, but he did like to hold the blond after they’d had sex. Wet and sticky wasn’t really a problem. After all, wasn’t that what showers were for?
“Brian, I had to get away. I knew you’d find me if you wanted me.” The words were spoken and hung in the air for Brian to listen to and take whatever meaning out of them he wanted.
“You know I want you.” Brian began. “And you knew it was Michael who left the loft unlocked and the alarm off. Yet you said nothing.”
“What was I going to say?” Justin shrugged. “He’s an ass.”
“I suppose, but he’s human, you can’t expect a lot.” Brian brushed Justin’s hair off his damp forehead. “Why didn’t you go to Frances?”
“I thought about it.” Justin tried to turn his head away. “Brian, I’m sick of having someone watch every move I make. It’s been like this as long as I can remember, though I suppose with Frances he’s a little less intrusive than some watchers.”
“I’ve never had anyone care enough about me to assign a watcher.” Brian replied. “You should be happy that you’re loved.”
“I know I’m loved in a way. I mean my mother probably loves me and maybe my sister. Daphne too I suppose.” He looked at Brian through his eyelashes.
“I’m not taking the bait Justin.” Brian snickered.
“My father assigned a watcher to keep me a virgin.”
“Apparently that didn’t work well.”
“No it didn’t, but that wasn’t Frances’ fault. I’m pretty good at making myself lost when I want to. You only found me because we have a connection that’s stronger than any magic. Whether you want to admit it or not.”
“I want you to come home.” Brian said changing the subject. “We’ll put this all behind us.”
“And what?” Justin asked. “I have school and I have responsibilities to Gus. I can’t risk Zane Hobbes taking you or Gus from me because I want to fuck you and he has some perverse idea of revenge. Revenge for something that happened so long ago that who really cares now. Not to mention it had nothing to do with me.”
“You think shit like this hasn’t happened before?” Brian held him tight. “Of course it has, same shit different names. If you’re uncomfortable living with me, why don’t you stay with Deb for a while? It’ll confuse the hell out of everyone. You and I, we don’t need to actually use the front door if we don’t want. We’ll still see each other.”
“Brian Kinney is suggesting he use a spell or two for his own gratification. What is this world coming to?”
“It’s not for me, it’s for my son, for you, for the people around us. I’m not going to give up the first thing that’s meant something to me without a fight.” Brian couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing Justin’s nose, which led to kissing his mouth, his cheeks, and finally rolling so the he was leaning down over the blond, his eyes saying more than his voice, but knowing Justin could read every unspoken syllable.
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“But Ma, it’s my room.” Michael threw himself down on a kitchen chair, looking a lot like he had when he was six.
“It was your room until you moved out.” She patted his shoulder. “Now it’s the spare room. Justin needs a safe place to stay.”
“He can stay at Brian’s.”
“No he can’t Mikey.” Brian drawled. He’d walked into the house unnoticed. He kissed Deb’s cheek. “Where is he Deb?”
“Upstairs settling in. It’s going to be nice having a boy in the house again. Vic is looking forward to cooking breakfast for someone who’ll actually appreciate his skills.” She laughed. “I’m too busy to eat in the morning. It drives Vic crazy.”
“Well we can’t have that.” He looked around. “Where is Vic?”
“He’s with Justin. I thought it would be nice to let them get to know each other without everyone hanging on to every word.”
“In other words, Vic is quizzing him about me.” Brian laughed. “Justin won’t say a word. If you and Vic want to know something just ask.”
“And would you answer?” she laughed patting his cheek with her palm.
“Of course I would.” Brian said tongue in cheek. “Justin and I are friends, good friends. We fuck, we suck and we occasionally talk, watch movies, eat meals and do all the things friends do when they’re together. That’s it.” He turned to walk up the stairs. “I think I just might do one of those things right now.”
“Not in my fucking bedroom you aren’t” Michael bristled.
“Gawd no, my dick would fall off. Luckily though, it’s Justin’s room I’m heading for.” With that said, Brian ran up the stairs taking them two at a time. He stopped outside of the room to listen.
“It looks like you’ve settled in Justin.” Vic stood in the middle of the room. “Are you going to be okay here?”
“I don’t know, Brian wants me to try it.” Justin shrugged. “I like Deb.”
“And she likes you.” Vic paused. “Justin, about you and Brian, be careful, don’t hurt him.”
“I’d never do that.” Justin almost shouted. “Fuck, he’s my… I don’t know… we’re kind of connected. It’s hard to explain.”
Brian walked in the door. He gave Vic a one armed hug. “Vic, I’m a big boy. I can look after myself. And trust me on this one, Justin is the last person on this planet who would ever hurt me.”
Justin glowed with the words that Brian said and didn’t say. “Hey Brian. Except for getting a decent Internet connection, I’m all settled in.” he looked around. “Oh and the wall paper sucks, but if I keep my eyes squinted in a certain way, it looks almost abstract.”
“I used to smoke up in here with Mikey, it looked great the more weed we smoked.” Brian sighed. “Of course 90% of the time we weren’t stoned, I learned to ignore it.”
“You don’t have to sleep in here, not to mention do home work.” Justin was close enough to lean his head on Brian’s arm. “But that’s okay, Deb said I could change it if I want. I might, I’m not sure.”
“We could have a paint party.” Vic laughed. “Not the kind of party I’m used to, but I’ll make do. Justin, maybe you could invite some hot young studs to help you paint.”
“I don’t want to encourage your lecherous thoughts old man.” Justin teased. “But I’ll tell you what, you can watch me shower any time you want.”
“No you can’t.” Brian said, aghast that Justin would even suggest such a thing.
Vic burst out laughing, patting Brian on the ass. “Damn, you still can’t take a joke.” He snickered, leaving the room chuckling.
“Did I mention you’re a brat?” Brian asked, flicking his hand and closing the door across the room so quietly it wasn’t heard downstairs. He mumbled the words of a spell that would keep the door firmly closed until he was ready to leave.
“Naughty boy, you used magic.” Justin said as he began to remove Brian’s shirt, his lips on warm skin as soon as it was exposed. “I’m taking you to the dark side.”
“I’ve been there and came back a long time ago Sunshine.” Brian pushed Justin backwards until he fell across the bed. He flicked his fingers in an intricate pattern and Justin found himself naked. The fact he was hard had nothing to do with magic, unless it was the magic his body felt when he was alone with the man he adored.
The combination of a naked Justin, being in Mikey’s old room, a room that had held a certain amount of safety when he was growing up, and the fact that he was hornier than he’d been in a long time, had Brian throwing himself down on Justin, roughly grabbing his hair as he mouth sought solace in Justin’s taste. Justin’s legs wrapped around Brian’s waist, he wanted Brian as much as Brian wanted him. It was their destiny to be together.
Downstairs, Michael continued to sulk. Vic was at the kitchen counter making sandwiches. “Settle down, they’ll be here in a minute.” Vic said. He looked over at his sister. “Do you want some of my coconut cake?”
“Of course, make sure you cut a big piece for Sunshine, he’s a growing boy.” She smiled and patted Michael’s hand. “Do you want some cake too, Baby?”
“No, I don’t want any damn cake.” Michael said pulling away and standing up.
“Michael, you leave those two alone.” Debbie cautioned, but Michael was already half way up the stairs.
He tried the door handle on his old room only to reel back, shaking his hand. It was so cold he couldn’t touch it. “Brian, open the fucking door.” He yelled, kicking at it.
The door opened slowly. Brian and Justin were fully clothed and sitting on the bed. “Hey Mikey.” Brian drawled. The smell of sex was ripe in the room. Justin’s face had evidence of whisker burn, his lips were swollen and his smile self-satisfied. “What in hell is your problem, kicking the door in? You know Deb is going to be pissed.”
“You two were fucking in my room?” Michael glared, stepping inside. “And you locked the door. Ma doesn’t let anyone lock doors around here.”
“Do we look like we were fucking?” Brian laughed as he stood up. “And damned if I can see a lock on the door Mikey. Maybe you’ve been working too hard at the Big Q.”
“No shit, he has to keep that closet around him all day. It’s probably heavy.” Justin snickered.
“Fuck you.” Michael glared.
“Not even if you paid me.” Justin snickered. “My ass belongs to one person.”
“Who is that?” Brian pretended not to know.”
“Some guy I met. He’s hot, not too bright about a few things, but damn he’s hot.” Justin jumped up off the bed. “I’m starving, Vic said he was making food.” He moved quickly past Michael. “I’m heading downstairs. You and Mikey boy can relive old times.”
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Justin fell into a routine over the next couple of weeks. He headed to school each day, sometimes with Daphne and sometimes on his own. They would go to the diner after school and spread their homework out on the back booth, working and eating whatever it was Debbie decided was good for them.
Justin was surprised at how relaxed his was. He didn’t see Brian often, but they did manage a night or two during the week. Not that anyone was aware of their visits. There were some advantages to being Wahjee. The weekends were the best. On the weekends Brian was able to have Gus for the day, either Saturday or Sunday, thanks to Justin’s helping hand. And Justin was free to visit Brian officially at the loft. He liked to think of it as playing house. A term Brian hated. But one Justin used to tease the older man when he thought he could get away with it.
Tonight was different; tonight he had a lot on his mind. Daphne had asked him a question that was driving him crazy.
“Okay, spit it out.” Brian said. He was sitting on his sofa, relaxing in the softness of it. Justin was stretched out, his head on Brian’s lap. Gus lay on Justin’s chest sleeping peacefully.
“Spit what out?” Justin asked, his voice lazy. He rubbed circles on Gus’ back. He loved being with Brian and his son.
“What in hell has been bothering you all night?” Brian sighed. “Justin, I don’t have to use my Wahjee senses to know you’ve got something on your mind.”
“It’s Daphne?”
“Daphne?” Brian was surprised. “What about Daphne, is she in trouble or something?”
“No, she kind of wants me to take her… to make love to her… to you know, do her the first time.”
“Does she understand the meaning of gay?” Brian snorted. “Surely to god you aren’t thinking of doing this?”
“I don’t know what to do. I mean she has this boyfriend, she really likes. And she’s thinking of having sex with him, maybe on prom night or something. She figures I could kind of teach her what to do.”
“Like you’re so good at hetero sex.” Brian bit his lip to keep from laughing. “I mean if I was going to have anyone deflower a young virgin, you’d be the first one I’d ask.”
“Oh shut up Brian, I know it’s stupid.” Justin smiled. “But hey, maybe I’m bi.”
“Of course you are. That’s why there are so many female nudes in your sketchbooks. Oops, sorry, there isn’t even a female hand, or eye or tit.”
“So I specialize in men.” Justin sighed. “I don’t like to disappoint her, but shit I don’t have a clue what to do to a woman to make her get off. They do get off don’t they?”
“You’re right about the not having a clue.” Brian smirked. His fingers had been combing through Justin’s hair.
“Maybe I should read up on it and then do a whole seduction scene. Kind of like on our first time together.”
“Riiiggghhhht.” Brian huffed. “Maybe you should rethink that one.”
“Da, Jus, night.” Gus raised his head.
“I think he wants us to shut up.” Justin giggled and leaned in to kiss the top of Gus’ head.
“You do know, it’s more than a little unnerving having the kid talk.” Brian looked at his son, love in his eyes.
“It could be worse, he could be talking in full sentences.”
“Me do that.” Gus said and giggled.
Brian rolled his eyes. “Oh for crap sake Gus, you’re supposed to be a baby.”
“He is a baby, a precocious baby who had a bit too much of dear old dad in him.” He held on as Gus pushed himself up until he was sitting on Justin’s chest.
“Da silly.” Gus agreed. He held out his hands for Brian and then before Brian could pick him up, he popped into Brian’s arms. “Pop.” He said and giggled again. “Gus pop.”
“Gus is supposed to not do shit like that.” Brian tried to be stern. “Your mommies wouldn’t like it. They’d freak.”
“Gus no do shit stuff at mama’s” Gus pulled on Brian’s nose and then leaned forward to kiss his nose wetly.
“We need to work on your form.” Brian laughed. “Sloppy kisses are only cute when you’re a baby.”
“Oh I don’t know, I happen to know Gus’ daddy likes sloppy kisses.” Justin laughed.
“You aren’t helping Sunshine.” Brian laughed, leaning over and giving Justin a very sloppy kiss indeed and making Gus laugh at the same time.
The next day, Daphne met with Justin in the park. “Well, what did you decide?” she asked. They were sitting on swings, idly moving back and forth.
“Are you sure you want to do this Daphne?” he asked. “I mean if the guy only wants you because he thinks you’re going to put out, then you don’t need him in your life.”
“It’s not like that. I mean I really like him.”
“The thing is Daphne, it’s different with guys. I mean guys only really want one thing and they don’t care how they get it. I’m gay and I know from listening to them in the locker room at school that the straight guys are just as focused. They want their dicks to be buried in some girl’s hot pussy.”
“Ewwww.” She flushed and turned her head.
“I know it sounds… well crass, but that’s the truth. It’s all they talk about. I mean I could tell you each and every girl who puts out at school, how often and who they do it with. These guys are pigs.”
“Glen isn’t like that. I mean I’d know if he was.” Daphne defended.
“Glen used to go with Jane Seals last year. I know she has a triangle shaped tattoo just over her hipbone. I know she likes anal sex and I know she spits it out when she gives a blow job.” Justin looked hard at his friend. “I know this because I’ve heard it talked about.”
“Glen?”
“Yeah,” Justin shrugged. “I told you they’re all pigs.”
“If you were with a bunch of gay guys, would you guys tell each other about your conquests?”
“I wouldn’t, but I know some who do. I mean Michael and Emmett and even Ted share stories all the time.”
“What about Brian?”
“He doesn’t say much. I don’t think he cares about his tricks enough to remember them one way or another.”
“That’s weird. I mean he’s liked done a zillion guys.”
“Gee thanks for reminding me.” Justin laughed. “He doesn’t do too many these days.”
“Do too many what?” Brian asked, appearing behind the two friends. “Hey Daphne.” He kissed her cheek and then kissed Justin, pulling him back on the swing making his legs go out from under him.
“Handstands.” Justin lied and snickered.