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“I fucking KNEW JR was going to be a muncher.” He groaned. I giggled and placed soft kisses on his neck.

“She’s still young. Maybe she’s just a tomboy.” I assured him.

“You tell Michael that. He’s having a fucking heart attack about the whole situation.” He must have felt my body tense cause his arms grew stronger around me.

The room grew quiet for a few minutes except for the sound of our breathing and ruffling sheets as we started to grope each other lazily.

“It was nice that my Dad came.”

“Yeah.”

“What did he say to you? In the kitchen? ”

He stopped groping me and cocked his head to the side and looked down at me. Our eyes met and I knew this wasn’t good.

“He wants to hang out with Gus.”

“Excuse me? ”

“He said he might not be alive long enough to see your sister have kids and since you wont be having kids-“

“-I could still have kids.” I interrupted.

He let out a sigh and continued.

“-So he wants to spend time with Gus. Since Gus acknowledges you as his father.”

My head started spinning in a million different directions.

“So you mean to tell me, he spent the last 15 years ignoring his OWN son but now wants to take YOUR kid to a fucking BASEBALL game? He never even took ME to a fucking BASEBALL GAME! ”

“First of all, keep your fucking voice down. If you wake up JR, you’re dealing with her hyperactive ass all night. Second of all, he’s not MY kid. He’s OUR kid. And third…” He pressed his nose into my hair and took a deep breath. “…And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s trying Justin. Give him a chance to try and do the right thing here.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Brian rolled over onto his side and stared at me.

“If you say no, the answer is no. I told Craig I would talk to you and Gus about it. You and he are what matter most, Justin.”

“Its just so….fucked.” I grabbed at my hair and covered my face with my hands.

“Well, that’s family. And this is ours whether we like it or not.”

“I…just can’t think about this tonight. It’s been too long of a fucking day, Brian.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” He traced his finger down my jaw line and I could see him smile in the faint light from the moon through our window.

“Gus has a crush.”

“Oh? ” I turned my head to look at him and smirked. “A guy from school? ”

He chuckled and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Nope, ” I heard muffled into my skin.

“Then who? ” I lifted his head up and stared into his eyes.

He rolled his lips into his mouth and smirked. “Your sister.”

“WHAT?! ”

“Shhhhh! What the fuck did I just tell you? ”

“Sorry... but… I… MOLLY? She’s fucking 23! ”

“And? ”

“AND? She’s 7 years older than him! ”

He cocked an eyebrow at me and I shook my head.

“It is NOT the same thing and YOU know it.”

“Oh? ” The fucker found this amusing.

“That’s like incest or something.”

“We aren’t all really related Justin.”

“Well by marriage we are! ”

“We aren’t married yet.”

I shot him a look of death.

“Okay, okay. But step brothers and sisters get together all the time.”

“Yeah, in fucking KENTUCKY! ”

He doubled over with laughter and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. “You’re so hot when you’re mad.”

“I’m so glad you find this funny.”

“I don’t just find it funny. I find it fucking hilarious.”

I swatted at his arm and he grabbed my wrist and wrestled me onto my back.

I squirmed and he devoured my mouth, his tongue making a hot wet home against mine. I moaned softly, but he kept his firm grip on my wrists as he pinned them beside my head.

“What are you doing? ” I asked him as he licked long trails down my neck.

“Do you really need to ask? ” It was hard to concentrate when he fucking licked my fucking nipples like that.

“Brian…we have a house full of guests…OH GOD.” His fucking tongue and oh dear fucking god.

“Well if you’re fucking quiet… this... will... work…” He nuzzled his nose in the soft hairs above my now rock hard cock and ran his hand up and down my side.

“You know that never works…” I tried to keep my voice low but the moaning was getting in the way.

“Shhhhh….” His tongue was on my tip now sucking my pre come out of me.

“JESUS FUCK! ” I arched my back and my ass lifted two feet off the bed.

He dug his hands into my hips forcing me to stay still. He growled into my dick which I always knew was my cue to stay still or else.

Or else he will stop.

And we didn’t want that, now did we?

“Brian…please.”

He blew his warm breath on swollen dick and that alone almost made me come.

“I’m going to fuck you… hard… just the way you like it.” He teased my hole with the tip of his finger. “But you need to be quiet. Can you do that? Can you be quiet, Justin? ”

I let out a small quiet moan and spread my knees farther apart to give him better access.

“Good boy.”

What I love most about Brian and I was the fact that no matter how much time passes or how many years we have been together, the sex never gets old. I still feel like that 17 year old kid that first night we met and he still makes me feel like I am the only one he wants. Like he can never get enough of me.

And I felt the same way about him.

All those blow jobs and nameless fucks I had had over the past 10 years, and even the relationship I had with Calvin, could never compare to Brian. He was and is the only man I want to be with for the rest of my life. The only lips I want to kiss. The only body I want next to me at night. And the only person I want inside me.

And he felt the same way about me.

This was it. Just the beginning. No more tricks. No more wondering when he went to Babylon if he was going to come home smelling of another man. Because I didn’t have to worry about those things anymore. He was mine. Only mine.

Forever.

He flipped me over with one swift move, grabbing me by my waist to bring me up on my knees. He wasted no time, spreading me roughly and ramming his tongue into tight hole.

I let out a loud moaning version of his name and he smacked my ass. HARD.

“What did I say? ” He growled against my entrance.

“That I had to be quiet, ” I whimpered.

“That’s right. Be quiet or you don’t get what you want.” He lapped at me and I could feel his spit dripping down onto my balls. “And I know you want it. Say you want it.”

“I want it.” I thrust my ass back into his face to show him just how much I WANT it.

“Want what? ” He slowly entered me with one finger causing me to gasp and clench the sheets between my fingers.

“This? ” He kissed where he had smacked my ass, running his tongue slowly over the lessening sting.

“Yes. More.” I couldn’t get anything else out but that… that and his name that I wasn’t sure I was chanting out loud or in my head.

“Do you still think about it? ” He pushed a second finger into me, stretching me with only his spit. Fuck.

“Think about what? ” I moan as I grabbed at my cock. Jesus, I was hard.

He smacked my hand away and thrust a third long digit into me, hitting my prostate with his tips.

“Me. Fucking you…” One more jab at my sweet spot. “… raw. ”

And that, ladies and gentleman, was a wrap.

I came so hard all over the sheets my whole body convulsed. He had to hold onto my waist to keep his fingers inside me because I was writhing and shuddering from my orgasm.

“So I take it you still do think about it? ”

I nodded into the mattress, trying to keep myself up on my knees.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of me causing me to groan loudly. Then he smacked my ass again so hard it caused me to collapse onto the bed.

“Be a good boy… or I won’t…” His breath was right by my ear as he laid his body on top of mine.

“Won’t? ” I asked breathlessly, as I reached around to grab at his thighs. God I needed him inside me so badly.

“Fuck you raw.”

Wait, what?

Was he serious?

My whole body tensed as he sheathed his cock in a condom and readied himself to enter me.

He ran his hand down my back to try and center me.

Did he not just hear what he said?

“Brian…” I whispered.

“Mmmm? ” His tip eased in gently past my first tight ring of muscle and I lifted back onto my knees again.

“Are you serious? ” I was panting because he was picking up pace and I was finding it hard to keep my breath regulated.

“When I said monogamy, Justin, I mean it.”

Christ, and that was enough for me. I slapped his thigh to clue him in and I thrusted back, HARD against his 9 inch dick.

“Oh, you like that idea don’t you? ” He finally slid all the way inside me, the tip of his cock, brushing over my already inflamed prostate and I let out lustful version of his name.

And then he fucked me. He fucked me hard, his hand pressed down into the back of my neck causing my face to be suffocated into the pillow.

He rode my ass like the finest piece of ass he’s ever had. And I was. And he was mine.

He wanted only me. He was going to marry me. He was going to make me his, mark me by being the only man to ever come inside me. And I would be the only man he ever came inside.

Most people couldn’t understand the significance to that. But to us it meant the highest form of intimacy and monogamy there was. Not that I would be preaching it from the mountain tops. I was over all that now. I had nothing to prove to anyone anymore. I think the fact that I was back, and Brian and I were together, in this house, helping raise Gus, was proof enough.

What happened behind closed doors was none of anyone’s business.

Unless Gus had his ear to the fucking wall.

After he made me come a second time, he covered us with the blankets, all wet and sticky and ran his fingers through my hair until I fell asleep.

The rest of the week was going to be eventful to say the least. We needed all the rest we could get.

 

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A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. – Mignon McLaughlin

Chapter 17

 

Another family dinner was in order. At least, that’s what I’d been told. I thought of the various arguments I could make against another such event in such a short period of time. Then, I realized that the timing would be perfect.

 

This time, however, it was not going to be held at the house. Michael could throw this one. His house would be crowded and noisy, but he liked it that way. I preferred our house to be quiet, and comfortable, and full of no one but us.

 

I just had to get through dinner. Dinner, and the family, and… fuck.

 

Fifteen years ago I would have sworn I’d never be in this situation. Hell, even ten years ago I would have said there was no way. Nine years ago… was when I changed my bet.

 

We were greeted by the smell of sesame and soy sauce. Fuck. They’d let Ben cook.

 

“Hey, guys! ” Michael said, smiling widely as we walked into the house. Justin grinned at Michael, but that was all. He was still tense and anxious around him. Maybe he always would be. I wished I could fix that, but I didn’t know how the fuck to do it.

 

“If the professor is making some kind of weird-“ I started to say, but Hunter cut me off as he came down the stairs.

“Don’t worry, it’s just this Chinese stuff with chicken and garlic. It’s good.”

 

“I thought you’d left already! ” Justin said, hugging Hunter. We hadn’t seen him since…

 

Well, since the hospital.

 

“I was going to, but Gus insisted I stay.” Hunter grinned proudly. He loved being surrogate big-brother to Gus and JR. The two of them practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

 

“Where are the girls? ” Michael asked eagerly, glancing behind us.

 

“They took that monster of a minivan they rented, ” I replied. “ We took the Jag.”

 

“His majesty wasn’t going to ride in the family van, ” Justin said, patting me on the ass and walking to the kitchen. Hunter followed him quickly.

 

I should have said something, or whacked the back of his head, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just grinned.

 

Fuck. My hands were trembling. I shoved them in my pockets and tried to act completely calm.

 

“Brian? ” Michael asked, stepping closer to me. “Are you alright? You look sort of… pale…”

 

I shrugged. “Fine. Fucking sick of having everyone in my way.”

 

He grinned and rolled his eyes. “Right, you must be really tripping over each other, with that tiny house. How could you possibly fit six people in it?! ”

 

“Shut up, Mikey, ” I replied.

 

The door opened and we glanced back at it, and the girls poured through.

 

“Is he still complaining? ” Melanie asked, making a face at me.

 

“I don’t complain, ” I replied.

 

Lindsay laughed and pushed past us into the living room, running a hand through her wind-swept hair. “Of course not.”

 

Michael giggled in that irritating way that he does that makes me forget that he’s not fourteen anymore, and hugged the munchers. “I’m surprised you managed to live there for that long! ”

 

“We’re staying at a hotel tonight, though! ” JR said, entering the house, wearing overalls and pigtails and a batman back pack, courtesy of her father.

 

“That’s right, ” Lindsay said. “Because Uncle Brian is a big grump! ”

 

Gus shot me a look as he entered the house and put a hand on the top of JR’s head.

 

JR giggled and looked up at him, smiling widely.

 

I tried to grin at Gus, but couldn’t. My fucking stomach was churning, and the shit I took earlier for my stomach wasn’t helping.

 

CALM. DOWN. KINNEY.

 

“Never fear, the dessert is here! ” shrilled a voice from behind me.

 

I jumped slightly, and felt my heartbeat double. Fuck. When did Emmet become so fucking sneaky?!

 

“You alright, sweety? ” Emmet asked, peering at me in concern, a large pan under one arm.

 

I shook my head. “I need a fucking drink, ” I replied.

 

“Always so cheerful when it comes to family events, ” Ted said, following Emmet into the house. Then he took a second look at me and frowned. Shit. He’d become better at reading me than Michael over the past ten years, and now I had to be careful how I acted around him, or he’d know something was up.

 

“Fuck family, ” I snapped back, looking around the room. “Where the fuck’s the bar? ”

 

“I don’t think they have a bar, ” Emmet said tactfully. “But I’m sure there’s something in the kitchen.”

 

I groaned and stalked into the kitchen just as Lindsay and Melanie started saying my name in that pissed way that they did when I cussed in front of the children. Blake entered the house as I left the living room. He tried to greet me, but I ignored him, just like I was ignoring the dykes.

 

There was time to talk to the sage later. Fuck. How the fuck did Theodore end up him, and Mikey with a professor?

 

And me with an artist.

 

Shit.

 

Justin handed me a glass with some kind of brown liquor in it the minute I entered the kitchen and I sighed in relief, drinking it down quickly. I set the glass down on the counter and rested my hand on his shoulder for a brief moment. He glanced at me and grinned.

 

My heart started to race again.

 

Fuck.

 

“The food will be done soon, ” Ben said, grinning at me over his shoulder. He was stirring something in an absurdly huge wok, and there were two rice makers going.

 

Great. More carbs. Just what I need.

 

Emmet came into the kitchen, setting down the large pan, and then whipped the cover off. “Voila! Home made tira misu! ”

 

“Wow, Em, you shouldn’t have! ” Michael said, looking down at the pastries happily.

 

“It looks great, ” Justin said, licking his lips.

 

Shit, that was hot.

 

“Daddy! ” JR squealed, running into the kitchen. She stopped short of him and turned, running headlong into Hunter. “Hunter! ”

 

Hunter laughed and crouched down in front of her. “Hey, Jenny.”

 

“You know, when we bought this house it was big enough, but-“ Ben started, but Michael cut him off. He was good at that.


“Okay, everyone who isn’t cooking goes back in the living room! ” Michael started herding everyone out, but I lingered.

 

I leaned against the counter and watched Ben cook, arms folded. He didn’t say anything. He knew better. Instead, he took a beer out of the fridge and offered it to me, and went back to cooking.

 

I opened the beer and drank, thankful for a few moments of peace. I could hear everyone talking in the other room, a huge mess of voices and laughter. I could tell when Jennifer and Molly arrived, because everyone – especially Emmet – shrieked their names at once.

 

This group was, if nothing else, extremely enthusiastic.

 

“I remember parties like these, ” Ben said. His voice was low and soft. I turned my attention to him, and he was leaning over the stove, stirring the food absently. “I thought, if I don’t live, I won’t ever be able to cook for everyone again.”

 

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what the fuck to say.

 

“Stupid, huh? ” He grinned at me quickly.

 

I took a long swig of my beer. “No.”

 

“I guess you’ve got plenty of things that would come before a crowded house full of yelling and food, ” Ben said. His voice was light, though. He’d stopped judging me a long time ago. I think it was because he saw past my bullshit.

 

“No, ” I said again.

 

This time he kept his gaze on the food. “You have a long time to make up for missed parties. You don’t have to do two in a week.” He hesitated before continuing. “Michael was worried. He said you wouldn’t have had that party earlier in the week and come to this unless something was wrong.”

 

I let out a short laugh and set down my mostly empty beer. “Nothing’s wrong, ” I said.

 

Ben turned off the stove top and turned and smiled at me. “I know you were there for him while I was in the hospital.”

 

I pursed my lips and waited. Was he going to accuse me, too?

 

“Thanks, ” Ben said. Behind his glasses, his eyes were glassy and wet.

 

“I’ll always look out for Mikey, ” I said. “He’s my best friend.”

 

Ben smiled and hugged me, and I sighed dramatically and took it.

 

“But try to stay healthy from now on. It’s a pain spending that much time in those hospital chairs. I had to see my chiropractor twice to fix my back.”

 

Ben laughed and shook his head. “Brian Kinney, you’ll never change.”

 

I bit my lower lip and smirked. There wasn’t anything I could say to that, either.

 

Ben walked past me into the living room and announced that dinner was prepared, and the entire fucking Novotny-Brucker, Peterson-Marcus, Wyzecki-Schmidt, Honeycutt, Taylor, Kinney party moved to the dining room table.

 

I sat down with Michael on my left and Justin on my right. Gus sat across from me next to JR and Hunter. Ben was at the head of the table. The others filled in on the other end. The table was barely big enough to squeeze everyone in. It was like a dinner at Debbie’s all over again. I suspected Mikey liked it that way.

 

Food was passed counter-clockwise, and everyone loaded up on carbs and chicken and ginger and garlic and whatever the fuck else Ben had thrown in. At least when Ben cooked I could count on it being low in fat. But to be honest, if I had to eat something that I was going to have to spend an extra hour on the treadmill for, I’d rather it be fat than carbs. At least then it tastes good.

 

“That doesn’t look like pizza, ” JR whined from her seat.

“Not everything has to be pizza, ” Lindsay said nicely, scooping stir fry onto JR’s plate.

 

JR wrinkled her nose and pouted.

 

“It’s good, Jenny, ” Hunter said, taking a big mouthful.

 

JR stared at Hunter silently.


“Yeah, Uncle Ben makes great stir fry, ” Gus said, mimicking Hunter and taking a bite himself.

 

JR turned her gaze towards Michael and I and I rolled my eyes. “Just eat a little and I’m sure they’ll let you fill up on cookies later.”

 

“Brian! ” Melanie hissed at me, but JR took a huge bite and everyone laughed.

 

Michael nudged me and grinned. “I thought you’d have had enough of big family events by now.”

“Well, ” I said, sighing dramatically and rolling my wine around in my glass. “I supposed I can sacrifice a little more of my precious time.”

 

Molly smiled at me from her end of the table. “And I bet Justin threatened to withhold sex, too.”

 

I snorted loudly, Gus, Justin, Emmet, and Ted laughed, Lindsay and Jennifer and Melanie all said her name in a disapproving tone, Michael glared at me as if this was my fault, and Ben, Hunter, and Blake pretended that they weren’t on the verge of laughter themselves.

 

“We’re not supposed to talk about sex, ” JR said loudly, taking another bite of her food. “Mommy gets embarrassed.”

 

Then everyone laughed, even the two mothers, who had clearly given up a long time ago.

 

Everyone ate, and I even enjoyed it. It wasn’t pad thai, but it wasn’t bad. Maybe Ben knew how to cook after all. Seconds were passed around, then thirds, and everyone ate so much that I wondered how any of them stayed in shape.

 

Conversations revolved around anything and everything, and frequently got sharply put back into the PG13 category by Lindsay and Melanie. More often than not Emmet would just spell words out instead of saying them, but I’m pretty sure JR knows what H – U – G – E – C – O – C – K spells.

 

Quickly into the conversation, my mind drifted. I couldn’t focus. Even under normal circumstances I would tone out most of what everyone was saying. Today was just that much harder.

 

I picked at my food and tried to focus, but it was nearly impossible. Now and then I’d look up and catch Justin’s eye. He didn’t look pale or anxious at all. Actually, he was flushed and laughing along with everyone else.


Damn extroverts.

 

And damn him for being sure all this time of what he wanted. Damn him for knowing what he needed and going after it. Damn him for being so fucking perfect and beautiful and making me fall completely fucking stupid in love with him. And damn him for making me enjoy things like family dinners at Mikey’s house with everyone, without argument.

 

I never thought my life would end up this way. In fact, I thought it would be the opposite. Up until the day I turned thirty, I was certain that I wouldn’t live past that. But that night, Mikey convinced me not to do anything stupid, and Justin gave me a reason to keep it that way.

 

Even then, I never thought I’d be here, surrounded by family, with a kid, with that damn blond twink who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

 

This was one time I was fucking happy I’d been wrong.

 

Once everyone’s plates were emptied, and Michael and Hunter cleared the table, Michael returned and held up his wine glass. “I asked everybody to come here because-“ He stopped and laughed. “Well, because Brian wouldn’t have everyone over to his place.”

 

I flicked him in the arm hard.

 

Everyone laughed.

 

Michael’s voice softened. “I also asked everyone to be here because… family’s important. I know that almost none of us are related by blood, but that’s what we are. We’re family.”

 

Ben grinned up at Michael with a look that could be described as tender and loving, and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

 

Michael smiled and squeezed Ben’s hand back, and I could see Emmet at the other end of the table, wiping tears off his face. Fucking queen.

 

“We wanted to thank everybody for being there while Ben was sick, ” Michael said. His voice was slightly strained, but he smiled wider and looked happier than I’d seen him in a long fucking time. “I’m just really glad you were all here, and you’re here now, and that we can all have a big noisy dinner together. That’s what family is to me.”

 

“To food and noise! ” Blake said, holding his glass, and everyone clinked their glasses together, and took sips of wine.

 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

 

I set down my glass, because my palms were sweating, and I didn’t want to drop it and make a total ass of myself.

 

Then I stood.

 

Everyone looked at me and went quiet as soon as they realized I was going to say something. Brian Kinney doesn’t stand at a big dinner unless there’s something important to say.

 

I cleared my throat and stuck my tongue in my cheek and took a deep breath. Time for the show, boys and girls.

 

“Since I can’t possibly let Michael make a speech like that without showing him up, ” I said, shooting Mikey an amused look. He smirked at me, but looked confused. “I’m going to make an announcement of my own.”

 

“Well, get it over with, I want dessert! ” JR said.

 

I looked at her quickly, and for a split second the tone in her voice and the expression on her face were a mirror image of Debbie.

 

Then it was gone and Hunter was telling her to be good, and everyone was looking at me again. But now I felt calmer, and suddenly my anxiety was gone.

 

“Like Mikey said, we’re family. Which is why Justin and I decided that we wanted you all to be here…” Justin took my hand and squeezed it and stood. I glanced at him and he grinned. How the fuck could he be so calm?! “…to witness this.”

 

Gus smiled across the table at me and took a small black velvet box from his pocket. He set it on the table and slid it across to me. I picked it up and flipped it open.

 

Everyone gasped. Then there was silence. The air was suddenly tense. No one could believe what they were seeing. Well, they weren’t the only ones. Part of me was pretty baffled about it as well. I think part of me would always be confused as to how I got in this situation.

 

Justin smiled down at the two platinum bands, then looked at me, and then his gaze shifted over the faces of our family around the table. “Brian and I have been through a lot. You’ve seen us together, apart, and somewhere in the middle. We’ve decided that it was time… that we commit to each other.”

 

Justin’s gaze shifted back to me and he smiled slowly, and suddenly every other person in the room faded away. “Brian Kinney, I love you. I’m going to keep on loving you, faults and all, for the rest of my life, and I want the rest of my life to be spent with you.” He took the larger ring from the box, and grasped my left hand, and gently slid the ring onto my finger.

 

Ten years later, it still fit perfectly.

 

I thought I’d be more nervous than this. I thought I’d be embarrassed. I thought I’d be terrified.

 

Instead, it seemed like the simplest, most natural thing in the world to take the smaller ring from the velvet box and say, “Justin Taylor, even after everything we’ve gone through, it’s been worth it. You make me happy, and even though sometimes I’ll mess up, I’m going to make you happy, for the rest of our lives.” I slipped the ring onto his finger, and it slid on so easily, and looked so fucking perfect, that my breath caught in my throat. “I love you, ” I said.

 

Distantly, as if I had something covering my ears, I heard cheers and applause and could see everyone jumping up. But I was distracted. I put a hand on the back of Justin’s head, and the other one on his hip, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and we kissed.


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