Hate Crime - 3
Dec. 19th, 2009 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
7wildwaysup
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3190
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Same faces, new back stories, we’re not in
Brian, Rodney and Vic all looked sick to there stomach, Michael was oblivious… The Pink Posse is that, that ice skating team, I ask you to tell me when tryouts were, Michael barks… Brian rolls he’s eyes…
Justin snaps no that’s the Pink Poodles, and the tryouts are next week, have you even practiced…
Brian leans into Justin as he walks by to bus a table, and says what’s with all the pink… Justin smiles and says it’s a holidays on ice kind of a thing, for sick kids at
Um hum and the other, what was it Pink Posse…
Oh that… that’s a group of teens, that hang together and lookout for each other… Brian just takes a deep breathe and say Um hum again…
He try’s not to show his displeasure, and asks again… Just hanging ha, doing what…
Michael thinks to himself why would, Brian care who, or what Justin does… He’s looking between, Brain and Justin wondering…
Justin’s busy with the afterschool crowd, and never answers Brian’s question. He’s not used to being ignored, but he lets it go for now.
Michael says so how do you know my uncle Vic… maybe we could all double date sometime… we could go to the movies, or the arcade… The new Batman movie is playing at the… he realizes that no one is really listening to him, and Brian’s still watching Justin work.
Brian walks to the counter, and orders a coffee, and a turkey on wheat without mayo to go, and asks Justin to call him when his shift is over and he’ll come pick him up… with that he’s gone…
Michael looks at Vic and say so how do you know Brian… Vic hesitates, and says he’s an old family friend of Rodney’s, from DC, there mutual family lives in DC… Vic looks at Rodney, and then at Michael, he seems to have bought that without question. Rodney whispers into Vic’s ear technically its
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Brian sits back, and opens the top envelope, still sealed waiting his attention, he smirks to him self and wishes these documents would spontaneously combust after reading; like on some TV show from his childhood.
He wonders if the FBI had got the memo that the world was going paperless… Everything still all signed and sealed, with high gloss photos, delivered by hand. Maybe this was part of the stimulus plan he contemplates how many people were still on the payroll, doing the exact same job they did back in 1960… well they still dressed like they were in 1960…
He dreaded opening up his orders…
So the threats, attacks, and murders were up, all possible hate crimes in
They ranged from ages14 to 53… mostly in there late twenties and early thirties… 11 men in 18 months… if the community only knew…
So there making me a target for all the hate; an arrogant pedophile, that molested his young intern… and they want to make Kip my assistant… no fucking way… I don’t care if he is an agent, and I don’t care, that he was only doing his job… and I don’t care if Rodney thinks I’m totally queening out over this… I don’t want to work with some twink, I fucked…
You’d think that after just losing my job and career, well at least temporary, I would have thought twice before a seduced a certain blond twink… but he’s just so… something… and Gus really is a total angel when he’s here… and a total monster when he’s not, sometimes…
I was attracted to him the first time I saw him at the diner… he was at Deb’s when I went to pick Gus up that first night. He asked me if I needed a babysitter, now that I was working, he said he was trying to save money for the new I-pod… He was adorable… I started stopping by the diner just before his shift ended regularly… I smile thinking about both my sweet angels…
I have to find a place to live; Lindsay is buying me out of my half of “Our Dream House”… Wow, what was I thinking… Never, never try and change for someone else… But don’t be afraid to change for yourself…
My self, sometimes I wonder who I really am… I wasn’t really “Brain the Ad Exec., perfect husband and father, house in the suburbs complete with gardener, and let’s not forget a.k.a. pedophile… and I’m not really “Brian God’s Gift to gay PA, man-eater (well maybe), arrogant prick, fashion queen (well maybe), rude, cunty and complete whore… (Well maybe).
My mom’s having one of her PFLAG mom’s who also a real estate agent emailed me some apartment and house listings. I don’t think I want an apartment; Gus will need a yard to run around and play in. I want to live in the city, not the suburbs. I can’t believe that I’m already thinking about elementary schools and Gus is still struggling to take his first steps…
Lindsay’s already checked out of Gus’s life and yet she still lives under the same roof. I can’t understand how you can just decide to cut someone out of your life like that, someone that’s a part of you… of me… God I love my son so much, it pains me to watch him cry out to her, and watch her walk right past him like he’s a piece of furniture…
My mom says sometimes when you love someone; you have to let them go. It’s just to painful and you put up walls… but… but she chose to let him go… Why, why… I’m really starting to hate her.
My cell phone rings bringing me out of my internal rant… I answer already knowing that it’s my sweet angel… After packing up all my files, photos and travel drives back into my briefcase I close my laptop and place both in my padded steel travel case. Then walk to the jeep and place them in the secret compartment under the backseat of the jeep.
Once Gus is strapped into his car seat I jump in the jeep and were off to pick up Sunshine and get something to eat. Were driving down the side streets winding our way over to the diner, when I notice someone is following me… I wouldn’t be so paranoid but I have my son with me… I pull over and park in front of a closed-going out of business building. I check Gus to see if he’s all buckled up tight, again, I just did this five minutes ago…
When I sit back up in the front seat, I notice that the other car is just pulling up slowly, and comes to a stop next to mine. Now I wish I had placed his blanket over his car seat so he wouldn’t be seen or noticed… I place my hand on my gun inside my jacket… I know this is something I need to talk to Justin about, but I’ve been avoiding tell him... I want him safe, I want him around a long time… but I’m I putting him in danger by not telling him?
The dark sedan slowly lowers the window and my heart races just a little. I would never leave myself so open if I was alone but I can’t just grab Gus and run down the street or between the buildings. It’s occurring to me that being a single father and secret agent may be a conflict of interest…
I relax when I realize that this guy is actually trying to pick me up… I should be flattered, but… I make the first move… always… even with George… Maybe that’s the problem; it was Lindsay what came onto me… Well that was one of the problems anyways… I blow this guy off and go to pick up Justin.
I pull up out front and notice he’s there with a small group of teen, twenty something boys all dressed in bright pink wife beaters… a couple of them have buzz cuts and I wonder if there really with the Aryan Nation… I take my fancy camera with the telephoto lens and start snapping pictures of the group. I notice one of them leave the diner and get something out of his car then return to the group…
I check the back seat and see Gus sound asleep. I pull his soft baby blue plush blanket over most of the car seat to block the view of him from the street, leaving several inch’s open for air circulation. Then lock the car and sneak over to the pink wife beaters car its not even locked. I check the glove compartment: old cigarettes, leaky catsup packets, cheap condoms… and two hand guns, fully loaded… I remove the clips, and all the other ammo I find in the vehicle… along with several receipts, a cell phone bill and a small note pad with lists of names, address and a rating system of some sort… I sigh… not happy…
I’m standing in the street smoking a cigarette when Justin looks up from his seat in the diner and notices me. His smile grows into his full sunshine grin and he’s literally bouncing out the door toward me. I don’t know why but this lightens my heart enormously…
It’s just after 8pm and we drive to a sushi place downtown, he’s never tried it before but he’s been very adventurist this last month or so since we started this … what ever this is we’re doing… He’s loved Thai food, Indian food, and Middle Eastern food. I want him to tell me what he’s doing with the pink boys, but I don’t want to come off like his overbearing father… I know he’s smarter than this…
When we get back to the house I see that Lindsay must have just left again and wonder how she acts when I’m not here. How she treats Justin, if she even realizes that we have this thing going on… I wonder if anyone notices we have this thing going on… What is this thing… that’s most diffidently going on between us…
I’m now sleeping in the guest room, but most of my things are packed and stacked in the dinning room… He asks if I want him to give Gus a bath and I say sure… when ever I give him a bath I’m usually the one that’s soaked and covered in suds… but Justin’s a natural, he knows just how to hold him, cradle him. How to keep the baby shampoo and soap close by without being close enough for Gus to reach, something I’ve yet to master.
I sit on the toilet and watch him as he plays with the little boats and rubber ducky’s floating around Gus like he’s a huge barge in the middle of the bay… There laughing, and splashing and making the silliest gurgle noises and I feel content, even happy…
Justin looks up and see’s the glint in my eyes, he asks what I’m thinking and I just smile and tell him that life seems so easy when he’s here with me… I want to tell him who I really am. I want him to know the real me, not the arrogant stud of
Tidal wave, splash well I guess he gets soaked too, sometimes… as he takes off his shirt I’m brought back to my memory of the pink posse when I see that bright pink wife beater under his light blue denim shirt. So I try again, tell me about this teen patrol you joined… the pink pimple was it…
Very funny Brian… It’s the pink posse and we just hang out and… you know…
No Sunshine I really don’t, do you even know these guys… they seem older than you and the cape crusaders… besides do you even have time for this… I mean with your school work, busing tables at the dinner and watching Gus, not to mention your comic book club and the skating performance coming up… Does this even leave anytime for you and your older boyfriend… Did I really just say that out loud…
He sprung up and thrust himself into my arms, kissing my chest, neck, cheeks and working his way towards my mouth… I’m pretty sure the only word he heard was boyfriend… and his smiles is beaming so bright he could light Santa’s slay… Oh God now I’m have fantasies about that stupid harness again…
I need to move this conversation back towards the pink… Oh God his lips taste like strawberries and bananas… he’s hairs smells like coconuts… and his skin smells and tastes like mangos and kiwi’s… I’m lost in a fruit salad of sensations and desires when I hear Lindsay screaming from the doorway…
Brian… You’re molesting the babysitter…
It’s not what you think… It’s not how it looks… I’m not fucking the babysitter…
She’s just freaking out…
Ok, maybe it is how it looks; it just depends upon how you look at it… Justin and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now…
So, you just fucked him the first night he babysat for Gus…
No, no it was nothing like that…
She’s still freaking out…
Ok, maybe it was something like that only… it was much more romantic…
I can’t believe that you’re fucking the babysitter…
Now Justin’s the one leaning against the doorframe watching… watching me fight with my almost ex-wife…
You know Lindsay, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation or divorce if you hadn’t plotted and planed to manipulate me into fucking you; after plying me with scotch and contraband to fulfill your adolescent dreams of the perfect marriage… Yes I’m not stupid to not see into your little delusional dreamscape… Just a thought… next time at least try not trapping a fag… We’re all whores… We love cock…
Sunshine is Gus all packed up and ready to go… Lindsay… I’ll see you in court… with that I left with my sweet angels… How dare she question my love life, at least I have one…
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I was meeting a small crew of locals this morning at the diner that Carl had put together for the citizens undercover lookout program, under the ruse of volunteering at the Gay and Lesbian Center for the Fall Harvest Food Bank and Clothing Distribution; Babylon was sponsoring the event, and matching the donations as a tax write-off…
It’s almost 7:30 am and Justin’s shift doesn’t start for another half hour, we’re sitting in a booth and he says so when are you planning on telling me about your secret life, mister lawman… I grab his wrist and pull him into the bathroom…
What the fuck are you talking about… I just look him in the eye trying to read what he might know… But he just looks at me with so much love and admiration… he smiles and says you will always be my hero… did you really think I wasn’t on-to-you…
I’m just staring at him… I’m a trained professional, I don’t fuck up and he shouldn’t know…
Justin finally says I’m sorry… I saw your gun and badge when I was helping you pack…
I told you I would pack the dresser…
I know, but I was only trying to be helpful… I didn’t mean to invade your privacy… and then I’ve just been waiting for you to say something, anything…
I pull him into a kiss and tell him it’s a relief that he knows, that I hated hiding it from him… I don’t want to have to hide anything from him from now on… I want us to be able to tell each other anything and I apologize for deceiving him… we can hear Debbie yelling to have table 3 and 9 bused… we both smile and kiss once more before we leave the bathroom.
As we exit all my expectant party has arrived just into time to see our joint exit from the tiny restroom and I hear someone say wow and its not even 8am and the stud has bagged a blond twink… Michael just glares at us…
Their all seated at the ex-large table in the back… There’s Ben Bruckner, Debbie Horvath, Mysteries Marylyn, Jason Kemp, Emmett Honeycutt, Michael Novotny,
Dr. Reid may I see you outside… someone says two before breakfast, really now Brian…
Spencer what the fuck are you doing here… Did Gideon really let you out of the AVU?
Brian I volunteered to work on this project together with you besides you know you need a good profiler on the case… So tell me about Emmett he’s really sweet…
Oh Reid you’re such a fag… just promise me you won’t start dressing like him… I kind of think the nerdy bookworm type looks good on you…
So Spence tell we what the fuck Kip Thomas is still doing here, I told Rodney I didn’t want him on this case…
Yeah… Well… Rodney thinks he might be good on this case…
No, no, no fucking way…
Brian do you really want to queen out right here for all the local fags to see… You know Rodney said you wouldn’t cause a scene if we met in public…
Hum… I guess he lied… fuck Spence I hate Kip Thomas… are you sure I can’t have him rubbed out…
He was just doing his job…
Just can it…
Ok if he has to be part of the team, then he stays put in
Brain… he’s a trained federal agent…
Good then he should be able to be a professional and take it on his knees…
Brain… you sure do have your persona down pat… did it spell out ASSHOLE IN ALL CAPS on your profile…
What, you didn’t write it…
So what’s up with the blond… isn’t that his mom on the team…
What…
Ted sticks his head out the door and says; Bri I think the natives are getting restless…
TBC
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Date: 2015-04-25 03:29 am (UTC)Thanks for reminding me, I'm so glad you're enjoying it...
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