Ten... ~ Part Four

[7wildwaysup]

Ten…Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick…
Title: Ten…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3905
Rating: NC17
Beta Queen: bigj52

Story Summary: How much life can change in Ten Minutes, Ten Hours, Ten Days, and Ten Years…
Story Sub-plot:  Countdown to the Best Christmas Ever…

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 Summary: Brian gives Justin a Christmas he’ll never forget…

Part 4 – Tick, Tick, Tick… Time’s Up…

Brian’s POV

The water feels so good as it beats on my back and flows over our bodies. I missed holding him like this under the water’s mist, missed soaping him up and running my slippery hands up and down his body. I’ve missed this connection that seems to be so strong between us. We don’t even need words. It just is. It’s just us.

Justin finally breaks the silence, saying we should hurry. “She’s going to be back in ten minutes.”

I smile as I spread his big round globes and lower myself to my knees until I’m level with his beautiful pink rosebud. Then I push him into the wall and take him with my long wet tongue, teasing him as I lick and dip my tongue in and out to make him squirm.

I haven’t shaved yet today. I hate the lighting in the hospital bathroom. So my beard is just rough enough to contrast with the warmth and wetness of my tongue across his sweet bubble butt. He’s impatient; he feels like he’s been waiting for an eternity. Of course I enjoy teasing him and making him beg. But then I remember he’s still on sensory overload. I don’t want to make him cry, at least not on purpose.

I decide that I’d rather continue this laying down in our big soft bed; it’s been so long since we shared it. So I swivel my tongue around several times and proceed to run it up his back all the way to this neck as I stand. Kind of like a reverse rimming. I cover his neck and shoulders with kisses as I make sure he’s all rinsed off. His eyes are becoming more dilated to a very intense violet-blue. This is what he needs, this is what we both need. I wrap him in a big fluffy red towel and carry him into the bedroom. He truly is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

Justin’s POV

It’s like I’m floating in a whole different way, maybe it’s the meds. But I’m pretty sure it’s just endorphins or pheromones or whatever the fuck it is that pumps through your brain, making you feel bonded to another in a way that you’re sure no one else has ever experienced. I sometimes still feel like I have to pinch myself to believe that I’m actually married to this man.

Oh my God! His touch is sending so many intense sensations through me, it’s like I can feel it in my soul. Oh God, he’s tickling me. He’s giving me sucky kisses on the back of my knees. I don’t even know what that part of the body is called, but it’s sending the most incredible trembling feeling up my thighs.  I’m laughing and wiggling and I’m not sure but I would guess that I’m also crying.

“Brian, stop. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Brian…”

“Don’t stop…”

Now he’s climbing up my back and pulling me up on to all fours. I love the way his body feels covering mine, holding me so close, claiming me. He nuzzles his head to my neck and whispers in my ear, “Tell me what you miss the most?”

I’m truly on sensory overload and can’t think straight. I can barely speak. I just whisper, “Everything. You… I need you inside of me…”

The first time we went raw was on our wedding night, and it was the most amazing experience I have ever had. We waited nine years to be everything to each other. To make that commitment to each other - I don’t think we had any idea how much closer and deeper that would make our vows feel. I’m a little sad that I missed our anniversary, but I’ve found so many lost memories I am just riding the waves of emotions reclaimed.

I push back into Brian to let him know I need him now. His erection feels so big lying across my cheeks as he’s still kissing and sucking my neck. I think we’re both lost in the pleasure of holding and touching each another, like horny teenagers. He reaches for the lube but I tell him I don’t think I need it. He just looks at me and says, “I don’t want to hurt you. It’s been a while.”

But I just nod, and he slides down my back and runs his hands around my plump ass, kissing the small of my back as he slides one finger in to stretch me for him. I’m tight, but I’m also very wet, because I’m so very excited. I feel him slip another finger in and truly start stretching me and scissoring me. I can’t help but start rocking on his hand and moaning.

Brian just chuckles and says, “Hold on, Sunshine. I’m right here,” as I feel him enter me. Oh God, he feels so good.

“Yes, yes, yes, I need this so bad. Brian, more…”

“God, Sunshine. You really are a little whore now, aren’t you?”

“Oh God, Brian. Just fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Oh God, I need you…”

That’s all he needed to hear because now he’s sliding in and out of me with abandon. And I feel like I’m gliding and spinning like a princess on ice. Every time he slips back out, he drags his head across my prostate creating waves, pulsating through me and very time he slips back in, he slams back into my prostate head on, making me quake with pleasure I didn’t know existed.

I’m sure I’m crying now. I know I’m making high-pitched squealing noises like a little girl and really don’t even give a fuck. I’m so close, when I hear him say, “Come for me, Sunshine. Give yourself to me completely.”

He reaches around and takes a hold of my cock, pumping it in the same frenzied rhythm as his thrusts. That’s all it took for me to fall over the edge into oblivion. I feel him follow right behind me, then collapse on top of me. We lay there in total bliss as we catch our breath, just looking into each other’s eyes. I can’t believe I made such a big deal about this five years ago. I must have brain damage. Why in the world would I not want to cuddle with my husband?

I guess we fell asleep because we wake to Michael shouting, “Don’t you two ever get enough?” One, two three… “Michael, there is no such thing as enough,” says Brian as he climbs out of bed. He bends over, kisses me and tells me to rest if I want for a while.

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I wake to Brian breathing a little erratically as he’s pacing next to the bed. I look at him and ask what’s wrong. He’s surprised I’m awake. He apologizes and says it’s nothing. I ask again. I can now hear that there are other people here and something is stressing him out pretty badly.

“Tell me.”

He says, “It… It’s…”

He just shakes his head, and then he finally says, “They’re all miss-matchy.”

I’m trying to figure out what that means.

Then I hear Em call from the living room, “If there’s one you don’t like we don’t have to use it.”

I reach out and pull him towards me, and whisper in his ear; “You don’t have to do miss-matchy.”

Em should know that Brian is a fashion snob and has dressing down to an art. So whatever it is that Em is dressing, it will have to meet the Kinney code of cool.

Brian helps me get dressed. He’s set out a pair of my comfortable jeans that are very light blue and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. Then he hands me what is the first of my many presents with a little smirk. I just look at him and say, “Did you have brain surgery too?”

Because the loft seems to be filling up with more and more presents every time I look up. He just says, “I… I just want you to have everything you need.”

I tell him I already do.

“Yeah, well you were asleep for a long time and I was bored watching porn all day, so I distracted myself with buying you presents online. Just making up for lost time.”

God, he’s so sweet when he’s not being a snarky bastard.

He tells me to open my gift. So I unwrap the box and find a sand colored suede vest from Prada, and it looks great with the black t-shirt and jeans. I hear the others, and start to get up when I see Brian handing me my cap. I decide to wear it backwards, it’s party time.

When we get to living room I already know what Brian’s little queen-out is all about. I pull Emmett to the side and tell him how much I appreciate him convincing Brian to get a tree, and how much I love it. That the lights Ben is putting up look great.

But this is a very big step for Brian, probably as big as he can take. It will probably be several years before the concept of ornaments is something Brian could consider, and even then they would all have to be all identical and from Tiffany’s. Em has to understand it’s a slow process. First, candles, then lights on the mirrors, now a tree with lights. Yep, we’re making progress, but absolutely no tinsel. Ever…

I smile up at Brian and ta da. All the ornaments have been boxed up and removed from sight, no more queen-out for my Grinch today.

The tree looks beautiful, sparkling with so many tiny white and blue lights. Emmett has carried the blue and white theme throughout his decorations that are now adorning the loft, from candles on the window sill and down the center of a very long dining table that is set up on the far wall near the windows. The table settings consist of blue, white and clear dishes and crystal wine glasses.

Michael asks me if I would like something to drink. Eggnog with brandy, champagne, chardonnay, liquor? Brian shakes his head and says, “How about a nice cup of that green tea you like so much? I think Lindsay and your Mom already have a teapot made.”

Brian says to Michael, “Are you crazy? Alcohol? He has a closed head injury.”

The loft smells great. It’s a cross between fresh pine and vanilla from the candles burning, mixed with the food aromas from the spread Em has made for us. All my favorite things; French bread with roasted garlic, crab dip, shrimp cocktail, all kinds of cheese, a variety of olives, spot stickers, Thai lettuce wraps, as well as the standard chip and veggies with various dips and fine chocolates.

My taste buds are on sensory overload, just like everything else I’m feeling, and the chocolate truffle that’s slowly melting in my mouth is bringing me close to climax again. God, I love chocolate. Brian leans in and kisses me as he says, “Should I be jealous of that Godiva chocolate you’re sucking on, because your eyes look like you’re about to cum.”

I reach up and backhand him across the chest and tell him to be good.

Dinner is very elegant. We start with seafood bisque that is so rich, my eyes are doing that thing again which makes Brian smirk, followed by a Caésar salad. For the main course we have surf and turf, meaning filet mignon and whole lobsters, with sides of asparagus, redskin potatoes, and garlic bread. I’m in heaven, and the kids have their own version with mini-hamburgers, fish sticks and French fries.

I look around at my little family gathered together and realize that this is probably the happiest I’ve ever been. Okay well, maybe not the happiest. My wedding night was pretty great and then there was the night I proposed to Brian. I knew he would never ask me again, too much fear of rejection or something. Wow, I think I’m the luckiest man alive right now.

We’re all lying around like beached whales as our dinner digests. I’m looking at Jackson, thinking this guy is really hot for a two hundred and fifty pound man, he’s almost all muscle in his thighs and biceps. I bet he is one big bear of a jack. I notice that my husband is nowhere in sight and has been missing for a little while now. I assume that he’s outside smoking pot. Now that Gus is ten and JR is six he tries to keep his bad habits private, or as private as Brian can be having been made Bad Boy of the Year for the last twenty years.

I sneak downstairs and search him out, but what I find shocks me more than anything I’ve ever seen. My husband is sitting on the floor next to the dumpster in the underground parking lot. He’s crying, hold a tiny white fluffy kitten wearing a Santa suit.

I’m not sure which part disturbs me the most. I’ve only seen him cry once and that was when we took our vows, we both had tears running down our cheeks and we could barely get the words out. That was the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever seen, until maybe now.

I kneel down and wipe his tears away. He says in a very low voice, “I came down to get the presents and I heard him crying. He sounded just like you when you get all squealy.” He explains that the kitten was trapped inside a filthy old bucket of fried chicken and placed inside the dumpster to die.

“How could someone do this to something so small and innocent?”

I just wrap my arms around him and hold him, no one would believe me if I told them. I look up and notice a brand-new red jeep parked next to Brian’s new black jeep, in my parking space. I’m thinking the neighbors must have used our space until I notice the license plate: Taken. A play on his plate: Tay-Kin. He smiles at me and says, “Happy Anniversary!” Yep my tears are back again, we’re both a sight to be seen. It’s a good thing neither one of us wears mascara, or we would really be a mess.

We sit in my new jeep smoking a joint, playing with Jasper, the kitten. I’m pretty sure we just adopted our first child, he’s covered in chicken grease and is the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen. Brian says in a very low voice, “I was never allowed to have a pet as a child.” As he asks me with his eyes if we can keep him. More tears…

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Brian’s POV

I try and look as dignified as one can wearing a Santa suit and carrying a big red bag of presents. Justin is carrying Jasper and cooing at him. I know I’m not the only one who fell completely in love with that little fur ball.

All eyes are fixed on us as we enter the loft. JR jumps up and cries, “Santa” as she runs towards us. I’m sure she thinks I’m actually Santa so I play along and pass out gifts.

“Let’s see, I have something in here for a little girl,” I say as I hand her the new Dyke-Barbie complete with leather jacket, motorcycle and full-on service station, tools and gas pumps.

Gus is thrilled with his new laptop as well as the new video game system.

Molly is already dancing and swaying to pop tunes playing in her ears from the Ipod she’s wearing. She reminds me of her brother dancing around in my black shirt, and singing to Moby once upon a time.

I found one of those 1950’s silver Christmas trees for Deb; she’s been telling stories about her childhood and how much she wishes her mom had kept theirs from her childhood. She’s all smiles.

Carl was a hard one. I had no idea what a straight middle-aged man would want for Christmas. So I settled on a bottle of Balvenie Rumcask seventeen-year-old single malt scotch. He’s all smiles as well. I think he knows it sells for over a hundred dollars a bottle. But what the hell? He is the closest thing I have to a father, next to Vic of course, God bless his soul.

For Michael I found what was the first gay doll ever made back in 1977. It’s from Europe called “Gay Bob.” This should be a real collector’s item for his toy chest.

For Ben I found a signed first edition of Oscar Wilde’s “Dorian Gray” with a leather binding. Also a collector’s item, more smiles. I think he’s actually in shock but he shouldn’t be. We’ve grown very close over the years and he’s was a great support for me, especially when Justin was in New York.

For Emmy Lou I found an original Barbie dream house complete with furniture and Barbiemobile. Although I’m pretty sure he’s going to have to wrestle it away from JR. She seems to be under the impression that all things Barbie belong to her, including Uncle Bob.

Ted, Blake, Mel and Linds have become quite close, hanging out together regularly so I gave them all a weekend getaway to New York to see that new play “Pop” about Andy Warhol, starring Randy Harrison. He’s from ‘Gay as Blazes’. The four of them are obsessed with that show, even though it’s been off the air forever now. I think maybe Blake and Lindsay are both fanfic writers, but they’ll never admit it.

For Hunter I decided on an electric guitar. I heard him playing down at the Gay and Lesbian Center one night and he’s really pretty good. But I can tell by the looks on Ben and Michael’s faces they don’t appreciate his playing skills as much as I do. Parenthood’s a bitch.

For Jennifer I decided on a soft-brown suede leather jacket by “Kenneth Cole.” She looks great in it.

And I gave Tucker a leather satchel for carrying all the homework and papers he needs to grade for his students.

I don’t really know Jackson very well, but Michael said he likes to go wine tasting with Em. So I gave him several bottles of wine: merlot, chardonnay and champagne for his wine cellar.

Last but not least is our favorite girl, Daphne. This girl has saved my ass so many times it’s not even funny. I’ve already started college funds for her kids even though she isn’t even seeing anyone seriously. I can’t wait to be an uncle, but will keep that little secret to ourselves. I gave her a pair of diamond earrings, and now she’s crying just like Justin.

I think he’s in shock that I really played Santa to our little family this year. I usually leave this sort of thing to him. But he wasn’t available these last two weeks and I didn’t know what he had planned. So I just winged it and it seems that I did okay my first time out. Well I didn’t really go shopping, it was all done with the magic of the internet. I may never actually have to step foot in a mall again. Note to self, invest in internet stock.

Justin looks so happy as he leans into me and whispers, “This is the best Christmas ever.” I had no idea that playing Santa and making him happy would make me feel so good. He’s been feeding Jasper pate and shrimp cocktail so it’s no wonder that Jasper is all charged up and running around the loft like a wild animal. When JR wasn’t looking he stole one of her beanie babies that is shaped like a tiny teddy bear. All white just like him, and almost as big. I can’t believe that little fur ball is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I really am turning into a lesbian these days.

When I wasn’t looking, Ted and Blake snuck out and went to a small grocery store on Liberty Avenue. They returned with a small bag full of reinforcements for Jasper including bowls with little fish swimming around the sides. I’m sure Justin will like them; he seems to have developed an obsession with fish recently. I’m not sure what that’s about. Kitten food, kitten treats, kitty milk? What the fuck? Kitten toys, more kitten toys and of course the most important item required for all cat owners, the dreaded litter box. Good thinking, boys. I kind of dropped the ball on that one.

I look up at Hunter and he tells me not to worry, he’s on it. Then he thanks me again for the guitar and tells me he could stop by daily to clean up, because there’s this new sound board and he could use amps and… I just smile and tell him it sounds great. The last thing I want to do is clean that thing. I wonder if he can just train him to go outside like a dog. Fuck. Jasper is just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, except my Sunshine of course. Then I look at Hunter and threaten him with his life if he ever tells anyone I have a kitten.

I hear the coffee pot gurgling in the background and look up to see Justin in full tears again. I know Dr. Fleming said it would take a while for his emotions to level out, but I can’t help being concerned. Maybe he needs an IV; he could get dehydrated at some point. I go over to him and wrap my arms around him; he looks up at me and motions to the counter. It’s a pumpkin cheesecake just like the top layer of our wedding cake. It makes me happy that Em remembered that. I guess there’s some tradition that you freeze the top layer of your wedding cake and serve it on your first anniversary.

Well… That didn’t quite work out. I came home from work early a few months after we were married, to find him in bed with Daphne. After they raided my stash, they proceeded to devour the cheesecake. He apologized profusely when caught looking very guilty.  God, he’s so fucking adorable sometimes.

Deb comes over to me tell me how proud she is of me. There was a time when the idea of being a married man and having a Christmas dinner would have sent me running to the sanitarium. Yep I’m a fully-fledged dyke now, complete with pussy. Justin just backhands me, and I think to myself ‘yeah, I did do well, didn’t I?’ And I didn’t even have a heart attack or anything. I might just survive, with a little help from my friends…

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Justin’s POV

It’s quiet in the loft now with everyone gone. I can’t believe that they stayed and cleaned up everything before they all left. I really do have the best family ever, even if we are all freaks.

I look around and see both boys who have stolen my heart… Mr. Frisky seems to have passed out with teddy in tow, while my other Mr. Frisky seems to be slipping out of his soft red suit.

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TBC…