The Offer Still Stands ~ Chapter 12

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Title: The Offer Still Stands…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 7151
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Anti-Michael, Passion and Lust…
Beta Queen:  bigj52
Banner: yvonnereid

Summary Brian is surprised by the turn of events...

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…

Chapter 12 ~ Surprise!

After the shock of their big announcement everyone is happy for them, and they all keep coming over and congratulating them. Debbie is the one who is most shocked, and the happiest for them. She knew that once they made a commitment to one another, they’d have a great future together. Because if there’s one thing she knows, it’s once Brian makes up his mind about something he gives it his all.

Justin pulls Brian out on the dance floor and the two of them mold into one another’s bodies, dancing as one. It’s impossible not to see all the love that flows between them; they’ve never looked more beautiful. Brian’s relieved that everything has gone just as he planned; it’s the perfect birthday celebration. In some ways it is like a reception with all the people that mean the most to them here in attendance, except for Lindsay, of course. Brian’s a little sad that Wendy had to miss his shining moment; it’s one for the record books.

Justin’s swaying with the music with his arms around Brian’s neck, while Brian’s arms are around his waist. Justin looks up, running kisses up Brian’s neck. Brian turns his head and captures Justin’s lips that taste like chocolate cream filling.

“I’m going to gain weight just from kissing you!”

“Oh, poor baby… I know how you can burn a few calories off.”

The two of them just stare into each other’s eyes until they’re interrupted by Mel. She leans in and tells Brian that she has everything he’s asked for, ready for their signatures. Justin looks at him questioningly, wondering what she’s talking about. Brian motions toward the door, saying, “Come on, sunshine, let’s go do this in the living room.”

He takes Justin’s hand as Mel follows, picking up her briefcase from the table she was sharing with Ted. Once inside she looks around the living room, truly stunned by its beauty. “Holy shit, Brian, this is downright respectable.”

“I’m so glad you approve, although it’s too bad your better half couldn’t have been here.”

Mel pulls her lips in, looking a little solemn.

“What? Trouble in paradise again?”

She just shakes her head, and motions for them to continue. She doesn’t want to burden them with her misfortune. Brian looks at her for a moment, but he understands all too well how it feels to be unable to express yourself. Besides, she’ll tell them when she’s ready; it’s never a good thing to push someone when they’re feeling vulnerable.

Brian and Justin have a seat on the sofa as Mel organizes everything, then spreads out the first stack of papers in front of them.

“This first one is a marriage license from the state of Vermont; it’s accepted by any priest, judge or Justice of the Peace. You simply have to have it signed after the ceremony, and then have it filed with the court. I’ve already contacted an attorney in Vermont that will do this for you, his contact information is attached.”

Justin can’t help the huge grin that’s smiling back at Brian; he never expected this day to ever come. Brian pulls him into a big sloppy kiss, and Mel can’t help but roll her eyes.

“The next few forms are to add Justin’s name to all your bank accounts.”

“Oh my God! Brian, do you really want to do this?”

“What? Are you planning to rob me blind?”

They both sign each form where Mel has indicated with sticky arrows.

“These next few pages are the legal documents that give each other Power of Attorney. Just in case something should ever happen to one of you, you’ll have rights in the hospitals or in the court’s eyes and be able to make legal decisions for each other.”

Justin can’t help the tear that escapes out the corner of his eye. Brian reaches over and wipes it away then he and Justin sign the forms.

“This next one is to add Justin’s name to your businesses; he’ll be half-owner of Kinnetik and Babylon. You’ll need his signature should you decide to make any substantial changes to either business.”

Justin’s eyes get really big as he looks at Brian, astounded by this turn of events.

“Really? Brian? It’s too much!”

“It’s what I want. I want us to be full partners in everything we do from now on.”

“All right. If you say so.”

Again they sign at all the places that are indicated by the little red arrows.

Brian smiles, pulling Justin into his embrace. “Now, sunshine, we’re more legally connected in the state of Pennsylvania’s eyes than most married couples.”

“This next document legally changes your names, should you both agree to it. I’ve listed it as Taylor-Kinney. But it can be changed to Kinney-Taylor, or Justin can simply take your name and drop Taylor. It’s up to the both of you.”

“Justin’s smile is beaming again as he says, ‘Taylor-Kinney’. I like how that sounds.”

Brian kisses his cheek, takes the document, signs his name, and Justin follows suit. They start to stand, thinking they’re done when Mel motions for them to sit back down.

“Wait. There’s one more document I need your signature on.” Brian looks at her questioningly.

“Before Lindsay left she insisted that just in case something should happen, she wanted your parental rights restored.”

“What? Why? She’s only going to be gone three weeks.”

Mel has this faraway look in her eyes and it’s obvious that she’s about to cry. She shakes her head, looking away. But it’s no use, she can’t hold back her tears any longer.

“What’s going on? What’s happened?”

Brian thinks the worst, that maybe Lindsay’s plane has crashed or something.

“I wanted to wait until you came back from Vermont, but I can’t… I’m just too devastated.”

“What is it? You’re starting to scare me.”

“Lindsay’s left me. She has no intention of returning from Paris. If that’s even where she went.”

“I don’t understand. Why would she do something like this?”

“I guess she decided that I wasn’t enough, that she wanted a new life.”

Brian’s truly stunned; he feels sorry for Mel. He stands up and takes her in his arms, just holding her as her tears start to flow. It’s several minutes before she pulls herself together and tries to smile back at him.

“Now, don’t you worry about me. I want you two to go off and have the best honeymoon anyone’s ever had. After all, you two deserve it after everything you’ve been through.”

Justin tries to console her, telling her how bad he feels for her. “If there’s anything we can do to help, just let us know.”

Brian wonders what Lindsay’s up to, and why she didn’t tell him before she left. What exactly does it mean that his parental rights have been restored? Does that mean Mel’s have been taken away? He is worried that this will affect Gus.

Mel quietly gathers up all the papers on the coffee table, saying that she’ll file them with the court. Then she hands Brian the marriage certificate saying she hopes they have better luck than she’s had. She excuses herself as she goes into the bathroom and washes her tear-stained face, and composes herself once again.

Brian takes out his phone and tries to call Lindsay for some kind of explanation. Mel has forgotten to tell him that she left it at home. It rings several times then goes to voice mail. He’s starting to get a little angry feeling like she owes him an explanation. He can’t believe she would abandon her son like this. Brian’s frustrated and looks around, wanting to reach for a shot of whisky, but the bar hasn’t been set up just yet.

He shakes his head and pulls Justin into his arms, whispering, “It’s probably better if I don’t drink right now anyways. Drunk is not the way I want to start our life together.”

Justin knows that Brian is distressed so he does the only thing he knows to do. He takes Brian’s hand and leads him upstairs to christen their new mattress. At first Brian just lays on the bed, looking at the ceiling, then he takes a joint out of his pocket and lights it.

He feels good as the smoke enters his lungs and starts to fog his mind, taking the edge off of all the tension he feels. He turns to Justin and they sit up as Brian shotguns the joint, sending smoke deep into Justin’s lungs. It isn’t long before they’re both stoned, staring into each other’s eyes. Justin has his head on Brian’s shoulder as he plays with the bottom edge of Brian’s sweater. He sneaks his fingers up under it, caressing his torso, finally pulling it over Brian’s head.

It feels good to Brian as Justin’s fingers stroke his flat stomach and dip into his belly button. Brian wiggles as Justin’s fingertips work their way to his side, knowing that’s the one place Brian is ticklish. Brian’s fast as he pushes Justin’s hand away saying, “Don’t you dare, little boy. If you know what’s best for you.”

Justin’s relieved to hear the playfulness in Brian’s voice. He’s thankful that’s Brian’s able to refocus his energy and his mood. Justin stands up on the bed, swaying, his body tempting Brian as he turns around. He wiggles his ass as he lowers his pants and then steps out of them. Next he looks over his shoulders provocatively, raising his eyebrows as he unbuttons his vest. It falls off one shoulder, then the next, as it slides down his back, resting by his feet.

He turns back around, facing Brian as his hand disappears under his shirt tail, and down the front of his black underwear. He throws his head back, breathing hard, as his hand strokes his cock, making his shirt and underwear tent from his erection. He closes his eyes and starts moaning as a wet spot starts appearing and growing, leaking pre-cum through his underwear onto his shirt.

Brian’s lying back, propped up with pillows behind his head, watching Justin’s every move. He guides his own hand down the front of his pants, taking hold of his dick, stroking it to the same rhythm as Justin.

“You better take that shirt off before you ruin it, staining it with your cum.”

“It will wash… You just want a better look at my stiff cock that’s bulging against my underwear.”

“You’re on to me… So get on with the show.”

“Patience, patience… Isn’t that what you told me in the Jeep?”

“Smart ass!”

“You love it!”

Justin reaches behind his back and pulls his oxford shirt off without even unbuttoning it, then tosses it on the floor. Then he cups his cock, showing Brian just how hard he is through the tight-knit cotton. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband, lowering his briefs down below his ass then letting them slip off. Brian smiles back at him with hooded eyes, taking in Justin’s every move. Justin’s now waving his arms like a hula dancer. His dick sways back and forth, jutting out in front of him with pre-cum bubbling from his slit and running down his shaft.

The sight is almost too much for Brian, as his pants strain to hold him tightly bound in his denim prison.

“Justin. You better be careful or you’re going to fall. We don’t want you to risk injuring yourself.”

“What? You think I might break my dick?” he chuckles.

“Come here…”

Brian grabs a hold of his legs, pulling him down on top of himself. Justin squirms a little then he reaches for Brian’s zipper, struggling to get it down past Brian’s hard cock.

“This would be easier if you didn’t have a raging hard on.”

“But not nearly as much fun.”

Justin takes a hold of his dick through the denim and squeezes him, but not hard enough to hurt. Brian bats his hand away, unzipping his jeans, lifting his hips and sliding them down his thighs. Justin takes over from there, and pulls them off by the hem. Then he licks Brian’s left leg from his ankle to his groin, nuzzling Brian’s bush with his face for a second. Then he resumes kissing his way to the head of Brian’s penis. Brian moans, fisting Justin’s hair.

“That feels great.”

Justin continues licking around his crown. Every once in a while he swishes his tongue across his slit, lapping up the juices that are bubbling out. Brian arches his back, pushing more of his erection down Justin’s throat. Justin pumps his lips up and down his dick several times, and then releases him. Brian lifts his head looking down at him, wondering why he stopped.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t want you to cum like this. I want to ride you.”

Brian reaches for his jeans but they’re out of reach. Justin bats his hand away and grabs them, pulling out a condom and a packet of lube. Justin rips the foil wrapper open, and slides it down Brian’s cock. Then he squirts some lube in his palm and coats the condom. One last squeeze and he squirts the rest of the lube on his fingers. He turns around, straddling Brian, with his ass towards Brian to give him a better view.

He reaches back and spreads his cheeks, circling his opening and then pushing two fingers in. He stretches himself open, spreading the lubricant in and around his ass. Then he aligns Brian’s shaft, and slowly lowers himself onto him. Brian’s breath hitches as he watches his dick being swallowed by Justin’s perfectly plump ass. Brian throws his head back, enjoying the wonderful sensation of Justin’s walls gliding up and down on him. He reaches out his hand to hold Justin’s thigh, to help him steady himself without falling.

Justin’s moans fill the room as he increases his speed and depth, taking more and more of Brian inside of him. He’s in heaven as he feels the head of Brian’s cock nudge his prostate, sparking a fire within. Justin closes his eyes, his mouth slightly open, as he starts working his penis in his fist. He looks like a bronco rider on the mechanical bull in those hick cowboy bars.

Soon he’s riding Brian with determination. He’s slamming himself down on Brian’s shaft, as he sees fireworks behind his eyes. Brian now has both of his hands on Justin’s hips, as he pumps himself up and down. Brian’s climax is building, pulling him closer as Justin impales himself repeatedly. Brian teeters on the edge of his orgasm, while his cock is being squeezed tight. Justin’s warm slick walls clench and release him, as he waits to cum simultaneously with Justin. Justin moans out, “Oh! God! Yes! Brian!”

Then he collapses, laying down on Brian’s legs. Justin is panting as sweat rolls down his back. He’s exhausted, trying to catch his breath.
“Ssssh.”

“What is it?”

“I hear someone coming. Did you lock the door?”

“No one is going to walk through a closed bedroom door.”

Of course it’s just then that Gus comes ambling in. Then he stops and stares right at Justin and his dad.

“Hi Daddy! What are you doing?”

Melanie follows close behind. “Gus! What have I told you about knocking before you enter someone’s bedroom?”

Gus just looks at her, still curious as to what’s going on.

“I want to sleep with Daddy and Justy!”

“Not tonight. Justin and your dad need their sleep. They have to get up very early.”

“Cause it’s past their bedtime?”

“It’s past your bedtime, that’s for sure.”

Justin maneuvers the duvet over him and Brian while Melanie is trying to get Gus to leave the room with her. She smiles coyly, hoping for their forgiveness.

“I want to kiss Daddy good night!”

“Okay. But make it quick.”

Gus climbs up on the bed and asks, “Do you need me to tell you a bedtime story?”

Brian opens his mouth, but Gus just continues with.

“Once upon a time…”

“Gus! I said one kiss good night, not a bedtime story.”

Gus leans over and gives each of them a big kiss. Then Melanie pulls him off the bed, carrying him to the door.

“By the way, you might want to say good night to your guests.”

They hadn’t planned on taking as long as they have. So they slip out of bed and get a quick shower then they dress and go back to the party that’s in full swing.

“Christ! No one even knew we were gone.”

“They do now. All they have to do is see our wet hair and the satisfied grins on our faces.”

“Brian. Stop being a brat. Let’s circulate around the room once more, and then plan our great escape.”

“I’d rather sneak back upstairs…”

“Brian! Behave. My mother is coming this way.”

“Mother Taylor!”

Brian reaches out and gives Jennifer a hug.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight.”

“It was a beautiful party, full of so many surprises.”

She can’t stop eyeing the two of them with their wet spiked hair.

“Well, it’s getting late. Molly and I had a great time, but she needs to get to bed.”

“I can totally understand that.”

Justin backhands him across his chest and whispers, “Not in front of my mother.”

Molly walks up to them and says, “Happy Birthday, Justin. I bet you were really surprised tonight?”

Justin hugs her and puts his arm around his mother’s waist. “I’ll walk you out to your car.”

Just then Debbie and Carl join them, telling them what a great time they had. Brian hugs Debbie and shakes Carl’s hand and they congratulate them again.

“I’m so proud of you, Brian. You really went all out. It’s about time the two of you settled down. And your house is really a mansion, isn’t it? Now go to Vermont, and finally have that vacation you promised sunshine.”

With that, they’re off. Brian sees Ted sitting with Emmett and Ben. He goes over and thanks Emmett for making this evening the perfect birthday for Justin. He tells Emmett that he has really outdone himself, way beyond his expectations. Emmett glows, soaking in all the praise. He’s proud that he really pulled it off. Emmett smiles and tells Brian that they saved the top layer of Justin’s cake for them to freeze and enjoy at a later time.

“Isn’t that some traditional wedding thing?”

“It would be if this was a wedding reception…”

“I’m sure Justin will love it. Although he’ll probably eat it as soon as he finds it. He’s a total chocoholic.”

Now that Jennifer, Deb and Carl were gone, the gang was on their own. So Brian lights a joint and passes it to Ben. Justin comes up behind Brian, running his arm around his waist. Emmett can’t help razzing them, “I see you two took a little detour.”

“What can I say? Justin’s a total nymphomaniac. If he doesn’t gets his needs met, he becomes a total… Ouch, that hurt!”

“I can’t take you anywhere, can I? Now will you please behave yourself?”

“Yes, dear.”

Daphne sneaks up on them taking the joint for Emmett.

“You two are so adorable.”

“Daph! What did I tell you earlier?”

“Right, Brian. Your secret’s safe with me. I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”

“So, when does your plane leave?”

“At some ungodly hour. I’ve arranged for a car service to pick us up.”

Justin looks at Brian. “Oh my God! We need to pack and everything is at the hotel.”

“It’s all taken care of.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes. I packed our suitcases when you went shopping with Daphne this morning, as well as everything else at the Fairmont. It is all in the trunk of the Mercedes. I also checked us out of our room.”

“But you left the Benz at my mom’s house.”

“Ted went and got it before the party and unpacked everything into our walk-in closet.”

“You think of everything, don’t you?”

“Well, I had time to kill after my staff meeting this morning.”

“So everything’s here, already unpacked?”

“That’s what I said. It really wasn’t hard. We barely had anything to pack, since Michael ruined most of our clothes. We only had what we’ve purchased in the last few weeks.”

Justin frowns, thinking about Michael. He really hasn’t thought about him in a while. He still can’t believe all that’s happened. Losing the loft and Michael being sentenced, now in prison. He knows he shouldn’t, but he still feels guilty. Like it was his fault that Michael behaved the way he did.

“Ssssh. Don’t think about it. He’s right where he belongs. Getting the help he so desperately needs.”

“It’s getting late, maybe we should try and get a little sleep?”

“Sure. Let’s just take one more spin around the dance floor.”

Brian takes Justin’s hand and leads him into the middle of all the dancers, wrapping his arms around him as they sway together, and Justin sings along to Proud.

I look into the window of my mind.
Reflections of the fears I know I've left behind.
I step out of the ordinary, I can feel my soul ascending.
I’m on my way, can't stop me now and you can do the same, yeah.
What have you done today to make you feel proud?

~~~

Brian’s out like a light after saying good night to their guests; they left the party still going strong in Emmett’s capable hands. They wanted their friends to continue and enjoy themselves. There was no need to kick everyone out, just because they have to be ready for the car service at four in the morning. Justin, on the other hand, is restless. He can’t sleep as he plays the day over again in his head. His mind is reeling, just thinking about what a perfect day it was; he’s never had anyone pamper him so much.

He looks over at Brian’s sleeping form and his heart just swells; he’s so in love with him. He makes a note to himself that he’s going to do everything he can to show Brian just how much he loves him. To make him feel things he’s never allowed himself to feel before. He snuggles up against Brian, putting his head on his chest. Brian’s arm naturally circles around him pulling him in closer. Justin lies there, listening to Brian’s steady heartbeat that lulls him off to sleep.

It seems like he just fell asleep when he hears the alarm go off. Brian automatically swats at the clock turning it off, as it falls on the floor. Justin’s too tired; he doesn’t want to get up. He’s never been easy to wake, and most of the time Brian usually gives in to his grumpiness. But tonight/today is different; they need to leave for the airport in forty-five minutes. Brian knows he could have scheduled them on a flight that took off later that afternoon but he wanted them to wake up in Vermont and not spend a day traveling.

He goes down to the kitchen and gets a cup of coffee, grateful for the automatic brew setting on the coffee maker. He pours himself an extra-large very strong cup of coffee, then he pours Justin a normal-sized mug knowing that he probably won’t drink it.

“Wake up, sunshine. We only have fifteen minutes before the car service arrives.”

Of course that’s a lie, but if it gets him moving it’s worth it.

“Oh God, Brian. It’s still dark out.”

Brian thinks to himself that even if it was seven o’clock in the morning, it would still be dark out. Justin pulls the covers up over his head, wishing somehow that would give him an extra five hours of sleep. He smells the coffee that Brian has left for him on the nightstand; slowly it seeps into his senses, pulling him from his sleep. He hears Brian shuffling things around as he peeks out from under the covers, watching him carry their suitcases out of the room.

“Brian. Did you pack the clothes I bought yesterday? I want to take them too.”

“Yes, dear. I’ve even laid out something for you to wear on the plane. Now hurry up or we’re going to be late, you can sleep in the car.”

He slowly pulls himself out of bed, grabbing his coffee and heading into the bathroom. He drinks down the strong brew while relieving himself, then washes his face and brushes his teeth. He looks in the mirror through slitted eyes at his hair that is sticking up everywhere. Once dressed he meets Brian downstairs in the living room, watching him double check everything; he’s always so organized.

Brian comes over and wraps his arms around him, whispering, “Don’t worry. You’ll be back asleep in no time.”

Justin just grunts as his eyes flutter, trying to stay open. Brian thinks he looks adorable as he kisses the top of his head, and then runs a brush through his hair. They hear the horn from the car service, he practically sleeps through boarding the plane and riding in the taxi.

He wakes up in a strange room with the sun shining brightly through the curtains, he looks around and the room is grand. There’s a big fireplace across the room, with very tall windows that run from ceiling to the floor.  They’re in a huge bed that’s so comfortable he’s not sure he wants to venture out of it anytime soon.

Brian’s asleep with his arm thrown across his eyes, trying to block out the sunlight that’s determined to make its presence known. Justin lies awake, watching him sleep; he’s reminded of the first time he awoke in the loft. Brian was sleeping in a similar manner. He looks around the room for their suitcases, wondering if Brian packed his sketch pads. He doesn’t see them so he slips out from under the covers and walks around the room. There’s a huge walk-in closet where everything is already unpacked and hanging up.

He goes into the living room of their suite and sees what he’s looking for. Several brand-new sketch pads, a pack of pencils and some watercolors, all laid out on the desk near the windows. He can’t help pulling the curtains back, and he’s stunned by the breathtaking views of the ski slopes, with lots of skiers zig-zagging down the slopes. He sees a clock across the room and it’s almost noon. Brian will be up soon, so he orders breakfast and a large pot of coffee, knowing that he’ll need it.

He takes the sketch pad and pencils back with him into the room, sitting in the big overstuffed chair next to the fireplace. He has the perfect view of Brian sprawled out on the bed. He stares at Brian for several minutes, deciding how he wants to accent Brian’s features in his drawing. He’s still overcome by the passion he feels for Brian. Just thinking about the fact that they’re going to be married soon fills him with so much love. Soon you can hear the scratching of the pencil gliding across the paper, as Brian’s image starts taking place before Justin’s eyes.

Justin hears the knock on their door, and scrambles to find his jeans before he answers the door. Justin signs for their breakfast as the bellboy puts it down on the coffee table in the outer suite. His senses come to life just smelling the blueberry pancakes and real maple syrup; he didn’t realize just how hungry he was until their breakfast arrived. Brian is awakened by the sounds of someone talking then he was led by his nose to the freshly brewed coffee.

He’s thankful when he sees that Justin ordered a large pot of double-strength French roast; he leans down to plant a kiss on his mouth, tasting the sweet syrup. He looks beautiful as he sips his morning brew, yawning as he reaches for the morning paper. So thankful that it’s the New York Post, he goes to pull out the business section when Page Six falls out onto the floor, promoting the celebrity section of the paper.

The headlines capture his eyes as he reads ‘Famed abstract artist Sam Auerbach takes a fifth wife.’

“What the fuck?”

Brian grabs that section of the paper as he looks down at a picture of Sam and Lindsay on the courthouse steps. ‘The bride is wearing a fashionable, pale yellow Donna Karan suit, carrying a bouquet of white lilies. The happy couple will be honeymooning in Paris, after Mr. Auerbach’s art opening this afternoon at DM Contemporary gallery downtown.’ Brian almost spills his coffee.

“Well I guess we now know where Lindsay is. She’s in New York.”

Justin reaches for the paper in Brian’s hands…

“What? Let me see… Well I’ll be damned. I can’t believe she didn’t tell us about this.”

“There seems to be a lot of things Lindsay hasn’t been telling us.”

“Oh Brian. This is just going to kill Mel… and what about the Kids?”

“She always was a selfish, self-centered bitch!”

“Do you think we should call her? I mean, wouldn’t it be better hearing this from us instead of reading it in the paper, or seeing it on TV?”

Brian grabs his cell phone and asks for the DM Contemporary Gallery in downtown New York City. The gallery manager answers the phone, “Hello, DM Contemporary Gallery.”

“May I please speak to Lindsay Peterson, or Peterson-Auerbach, or whatever the fuck she’s going by?”

“Who?”

“Mrs. Sam Auerbach!”

“I’m afraid she not available right now.”

“Put the bitch on the phone!”

“Language, Sir!”

“Now!”

“May I tell her whose calling?”

“The father of her son, that’s who…”

“Of course. Right away.”

There’s a long silence as Brian waits for Lindsay, he starts pacing letting his anger get the better of him.

“Brian?”

“Don’t fucking ‘Brian’ me, Lindsay!”

“I knew you would react badly.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Well I, I was given a second chance at happiness. And I couldn’t afford to let it slip away.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why did you feel like you had to run away in the middle of the night?”

“I didn’t think anyone would understand.”

“So you just up and married someone?”

“Sam’s not just someone, you know that.”

“Don’t you think you owe Melanie an explanation?”

“I can’t believe you of all people would be defending Melanie.”

“You’re the one that put me in this situation. Why didn’t you at least tell me?”

Silence…

“I’m waiting!”

“Brian. I didn’t want you to try and talk me out of it.”

“You’re already married, to someone else! Or have you forgotten!”

“Brian. You know that wasn’t real.”

“It was real enough when you had your wedding at the Schickel mansion, or did you forget?”

“Brian, please. Try and understand. You said it yourself, that there was nothing wrong with me getting my needs met.”

“I never said to lie and deceive your friends and family.”

“I have to do what makes me happy. For once I’m putting my needs first.”

“What about Gus?”

“Brian. I was thinking of Gus. That’s why I had Melanie sign back over your parental rights.”

“So, she doesn’t have any parental rights anymore?”

“No…”

“And what about your parental rights?”

“I… I’m with Sam now. He doesn’t want children, or at least not children that aren’t his own biologically.”

“That’s very broadminded of him.”

“Brian. Please don’t be mad.”

“I don’t even know you anymore. Where’s my Wendy?”

“She grew up.”

“She grew up and became straight?”

“I guess I was just kidding myself, just experimenting.”

“You sure are leaving a trail of bodies in your wake.”

“Brian. Please try and understand.”

“You know, Lindsay, being the fifth Mrs. Sam Auerbach might have a very short shelf life. I mean how long do you think it will be before he’s sleeping around? And then leaving you for someone newer and younger?”

“Fuck you, Brian! Things are different this time, he really loves me.”

“I’m sure that’s what the other four wives before you thought as well.”

“This is my wedding day. Can’t you at least be happy for me?”

Silence…

“Brian? Please let’s not fight.”

“Give me your new phone number and address, so I can reach you in case something happens with Gus.”

“Okay, but I don’t know it right now. I’ll call and leave it on your voice mail if you don’t pick up.”

“So you’re really turning your back on Gus? You don’t plan on being his mother anymore?”

“I don’t want to be that other person I used to be… I’m making a fresh start.”

“Okay, if that’s the way you feel. But I want something from you.”

“What? Anything you want.”

“I want you to sign your parental rights over to Justin, immediately. Before you leave for Paris.”

“Brian…”

“You just said you didn’t want to be his mother anymore. So if you go through with this, there’s no turning back. You’re out of his life until he’s old enough to decide for himself if he wants to know you.”

“I understand.”

“Besides, Justin and I are planning to get married. We’re in Vermont right now. We’ll probably be married tomorrow or Monday.”

“Really? I mean, I’m just surprised. That’s all.”

“Well if you had stuck around for Justin’s birthday party, you would have been here for our big announcement last night.”

“I’m, I’m happy for you Brian. I really am. I just wish you could be happy for me.”

“I’d feel a lot better if you’d take the time to tell Gus in person. You owe him that much.”

“I, I can’t…”

“You really are a bitch, you know that.”

“Brian…”

“I’ll be expecting your attorney to get Justin and me the paperwork for Gus’s parental rights. And if you don’t, I’ll call a news conference telling the whole world how Sammy’s new wife abandoned her family and son. And it won’t be pretty, I promise you that.”

“I’m sorry, Brian… I hope in time you can forgive me.”

“It’s not me you need to worry about! It’s Gus!”

With that Brian slams the phone shut and rests his face in his hands, letting his emotions get the better of him. Justin comes over and wraps his arms around him, just holding him until he can compose himself again. After hearing the beginning of Brian’s conversation with Lindsay, Justin called Debbie and gave her the bad news. He asked her to go over and tell Melanie in person, knowing that she’ll need someone to be there for her. Needless to say everyone’s in shock this morning, and what started out as a happy occasion was now a depressing day.


“God, I want a drink!”

Justin gets up and walks over to the minibar, “What will it be? Johnny Walker Black, Jack Daniels or George Dickel?”

“Yeah. All of the above.”

Justin brings over a half dozen tiny bottles of whiskey and a glass. He stands behind Brian, running his hands over his shoulders, and starts working his stressed-out muscles to help him relax.

“That feels good.”

Brian shifts so he lays down on the sofa as Justin sits on his butt, working long strokes down Brian’s back. Justin continues massaging all the muscle groups, until he’s worked his way down to Brian’s ass. Brian looks over his shoulder and smiles at Justin. “You’re really getting good at that.”

“I just remembered what the masseuse did to my back yesterday, and tried it on you.”

“Let’s take a shower, then maybe I’ll be up for enjoying the slopes.”

There’s nothing like a long hot shower to make you forget all your troubles. Brian loves the feel of the water cascading down his body. He reaches up and pours some shampoo into Justin’s hair, working up a lather, then rinsing it out. He repeats his actions with the conditioner, and then they switch and Brian leans over as Justin suds up his hair. Justin loves to lather up Brian’s body, working his fingers into all the cracks and crevices to scrub him clean.

When they’ve both been thoroughly washed Brian turns Justin around, running his hands down his back, spreading his cheeks apart, working his rosebud open. Brian’s always prepared as he finds the packet of lube and the condom he brought with him. Justin’s completely relaxed to Brian’s touch as he feels Brian’s slick fingers stretching him open. He leans into the shower wall with his hands flat against the tiles, arching his back, to make it easier for Brian to penetrate him. It isn’t long before he’s filled with Brian’s long wet shaft.

Brian puts his hands on Justin’s hips, and begins to pump in and out of him ever so gently. Justin loves to wake up this way, all wet and naked in the shower, with Brian slowly making love to him. Brian shifts his hips back and forth, creating a steady rhythm, working them both towards fruition. Brian changes his angle slightly, and he’s now thrusting against Justin’s prostate. He moans with pleasure as the head of Brian’s penis caresses him just right, as that beautiful tingly sensation starts to grow, spreading throughout his body.

Justin cries out Brian’s name as he pushes back against him, taking more of him deeper into his tight channel. Brian feels him drawing close to his climax. He reaches around and takes Justin’s cock in his fist, and starts working him. Soon the two of them are close to reaching their orgasm, as they work their bodies together. They can’t hold back any longer, as they both fall over the edge, trembling from the waves of pleasure pulsating through them.

It makes Justin weak in the knees, as Brian holds him up until he finishes ejaculating against the shower tiles. They both just stand there catching their breath, as they watch the water from the shower head wash away all remnants of Justin’s seed.

“That was amazing!”

“Incredible!”

“I know. It’s true, I am.”

Justin chuckles, glad that Brian seems to have lost his bad mood, and never reached for that drink of whiskey. Maybe just knowing it was there was enough for Brian. Justin’s noticed that since they’ve gotten back together, Brian doesn’t seem to be drinking anywhere near his normal consumption level.

~~~

Once they’re dressed they venture down to the lodge to have lunch in the bar, watching everyone skiing and snowboarding. It’s a little crowded with a lot of skiers who have been out on the slopes since earlier this morning. They order lunch, and then Brian goes over to the information desk, and asks about renting skis and equipment. When he turns back to look at Justin, someone is standing at their table. He’s bent over with his arm around Justin’s shoulder as they talk very close together.

Brian isn’t very comfortable with the scenario before him. He can’t help his mind from wandering, trying to think of who might be here that they know. The gentleman that’s talking with Brian gives him a pamphlet on the equipment rentals, and the different runs and hills, explaining what experience level is needed to ski each mountain. When Brian turns back around this guy seems even closer to Justin than before, and he’s playing with the back of his hair.

Brian isn’t really the jealous type, and he’s trying not to let this guy set off another bad mood. Everyone always thinks that it’s Justin who’s the moody fucker in their relationship, with all his drama queen moments. But the truth is, Brian’s has a tendency to over react when he thinks someone is honing in on his man. He stands and watches the two of them for a couple more minutes. The hair on the back of his neck starts standing up, as he watches this guy lean in and kiss Justin.

Brian’s first reaction is to go over there and pound this guy into the ground. But on second thoughts, he decides to make a trip to the bar. When he comes back the guy is gone. Brian looks around but doesn’t see anyone dressed like he was. He reaches down and sets Justin’s hot chocolate before him, then he sits and sips his latte.

Justin looks surprised as he tastes the cocoa making yummy noises as he licks the froth from his upper lip.

“You were gone a long time.”

“I wanted to talk with the guy about renting skis, and find out about the slopes. Then there was a line at the bar coming back.”

“I was starting to get worried about you.”

“I’m sure you found something to occupy your time.”

Brian gazes into Justin’s eyes, waiting to see if he’ll offer any explanation. But he remains silent, and Brian’s mind starts to fill in the details from his imagination. He pulls his lips into his mouth and gives Justin a little grin. It’s something he does when he’s nervous or skeptical about something. Justin looks at him with concern, but doesn’t ask what’s bothering him. Just then the waiter arrives with their lunch, a cheeseburger and fries for Justin, and a crab Louie salad for Brian.

After lunch they tackle the slopes, starting out on the bunny hill, because when you’re in Vermont, even the bunny hill is long and steep. There are no little mountains in Vermont, only slightly less steep and winding ones. They ski down the slopes for about an hour, and then they move on to the steeper slopes. Justin is an expert skier while Brian is a little inexperienced.

Justin went with his family every year to Vail, Colorado, and learned to ski as a young boy. Brian on the other hand, went skiing for the first time in college with a group of friends. They went away for the weekend to Alpine Mountain in the Poconos. And later on he went with Lindsay several times to Elk Mountain, north of Scranton. They both enjoy the afternoon out on the wet snow-packed mountain. After several hours they come in and have cocktails in the bar, sitting next to the big open fireplace to get warm.

They return to their room to rest before they go out to dinner later that evening. Brian fell asleep rather fast, being exhausted from the afternoon’s workout. Justin’s adrenaline is pumping through him, he’s so excited just being away with Brian. He reads over one of the brochures he got from the front desk about chapels and other festive places that are set up for weddings in the area.

TBC…