BRIAN

Emmett and I stood in the doorway of the bedroom while clothes went flying by.

“Isn’t that Versace?” Emmett asked, as yes, Versace went flying by into the pile.

“I know I have a bathing suit,” We heard from the depths of the closet. Which was the biggest plus in my book during the tour of the house.

“Are you getting why I tried to help him?” I asked Emmett.

“Honey, I’m starting to wonder who the clothes horse really is between the two of you,” Emmett said, when a pair of Prada boots I knew I hadn’t seen yet went by.

“Imagine my surprise, since I rarely saw him dressed in anything but cargos and sweaters that the Big Q would love, at work,” I told Emmett.

“I didn’t want you thinking ‘how is the kid working for barely anything wearing next year’s summer line?’,” Justin mumbled. Proving he was paying attention to us while still searching for the bathing suit he threw out past us ten minutes ago.

“How do you get them to let you have clothes they haven’t put out?” Emmett asked, apparently hoping, like me, that we could get in on it.

“You really think major companies were hiring models to do anything other than modeling? They give me stuff, and I let them use mine for private shows,” Justin said like it's normal.

“Is his work that big?” Emmett asked.

“Lindsay knew who he was, so I’d say so,” I answered.

“You don’t know?” Emmett asked.

“I really don’t show often. But yeah, people tend to covet what I will show. If you want to look, my assistant was here while we were out, putting it away,” Justin told him, coming out of the closet, still looking. Then grabs his suit from under the pile. “Found them,” He said proudly.

“Only twenty minutes, and you threw them by us ten minutes ago. When did you get an assistant?” I asked him.

“I borrowed him from Pop, since I wouldn’t really need one. Remember I told you I was bringing everything? Well, insurance requires someone travels with them,” Justin told us, taking off his pants, not even caring that Emmett is watching him.

“You know, if they had an ass like that when I was looking at getting a little lift and tuck...” Emmett said, tilting his head when Justin bent down to put them on. Yes, I growled. “Get over it. I’m sure all of Liberty Avenue looked when he and Ben hung out. Plus, cute as it is, you know my preference isn’t topping,” Emmett told me.

“Top. Bottom. It’s all fun, that’s one thing Brian and I have in common,” Justin said absently, looking for the towel he laid on the bed. “He even joked that it was surprising that I was the one pregnant,” He tells us, smiling when he sees the towel and walks past us and out the door.

Emmett stared at Justin as if he was some legendary creature; which Justin was, since he got me to want it with him. “Zipped. Even though I’m starting to hate both of you with the goldmine I have in my hands since you walked me into this house,” Emmett told me, running down the stairs past Justin.

“You really couldn’t resist could you?” I asked him, knowing he never just says anything.

“Just wanted to put it out there, like what you need to do, since I’m still not thrilled you didn’t tell me about my parents,” He told me.

“We need to talk about that,” I told him.

“Dad knocked up one of Molly’s friends, it was bound to happen,” He commented, shrugging.

“He wanted information on what you and Marshall do,” I told him.

“Brian, this isn’t something new, for the most part. What’s new is that for the first time he had someone he could try to use. Since anyone else I’ve been with barely made it a couple of days,” He told me.

“What got me past two days?” I asked.

“You didn’t use the information you had on my sister,” He told me, going into the kitchen.

“You knew?” I asked him. Stopping him when he tried to go out the back.

“The only time Molly gets angry about a guy is when they don’t worship at her feet. When she started acting like you were beneath her notice, I knew, because her ego can’t take everyone not wanting her,” He told me.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.

“I didn’t see any reason you had to like her. Just understand, she’s still my sister,” I told him.

“I can do that, but understand me, she won’t come here expecting things,” I told him.

“I’ll work on it. Can we just leave it at that?” He asked. “One question I forgot to ask you. Does Michael know about you and Ben? I just didn’t want to make the mistake of saying something if he doesn’t,” He asked me.

“How do you know about Ben and me?” I asked.

“Ben mentioned it when he was telling me some of his reasoning for the way he talked about you to me,” He told me. 

“We tricked at a white party, years before he met Michael. What the hell would that even have to do with anything?” I asked, confused.

“Believe it or not, Ben’s ego took a hit because you barely acted like you remembered him. I know you’ve never had that experience, but it probably sucks for guys like Ben, who men tend to stop and stare at,” He told me.

“I also didn’t think Ben really wanted to experience what it would be like if Mikey knew,” I answered.

“Did you remember him?” He asked.

“Sure. But you don’t tell your best friend that his new boyfriend was trick number whatever in a long line of people you fucked and forgot,” I told him.

“Why would it matter?” He asked.

“It might not, but why test it. Why are you bringing it up?” I asked him, thinking I need to ask Ben the same question.

“I didn’t want to accidentally say something if everyone didn’t know. I sort of like Michael,” I replied.

“You really don’t have to,” I told him, just seeing the nightmare of Michael and Ben thinking we should join in on scrabble night with Marve and Eddy.

“Worried he’ll tell me all your secrets?” Justin teased.

“You know all the ones that are important, and tell them too,” I cornered him.

“If you didn’t like it, then you shouldn’t agree to do it, over and over again,” I told him, nipping his chin.

“Dad, can you two do that later?” Gus complained.

“Duty calls. Later,” Justin told me, sliding under my arms to sit next to Emmett on the lounger.

It wasn’t cold enough in the pool, but it would do until later.

JUSTIN

Daphne called while Emmett and I were getting sun. Wait, let me correct that. Emmett got sun. What I got was an umbrella and told that too much sun wasn’t good for a baby. The Anal Avenger strikes again. I should have just handed the phone to Emmett, since they were doing all the talking.

“I wish someone had gotten video of Mama going to town on soon to be Baby Daddy’s car,” Emmett told her, after explaining everything that happened.

“It took him knocking someone up for her to finally see the shit he is?” Daphne asked.

“I guess you can’t pretend a kid out of existence. Not that Baby Daddy didn’t come up with a plan for that too. I guess whatever Mama has, scares the shit out of Baby Daddy,” Emmett told her.

“It’s call ‘iron clad prenup’,” Daphne tells him.

“Mom gets half of everything he owns, while he gets nothing from her. It’s the only thing my mom agreed with her parents on,” I added, just to feel included.

“Nothing like starting out knowing there’s an expiration date.” Emmett states, taking the phone when he was going in to get drinks.

Brian was listening by the edge of the pool, so he could keep an eye on Gus. “You and Daphne sound close,” He said.

“We are.” I answered.

“Just mentioning it, since you never mentioned her,” He said.

“She feels the same way you do about my family. It wasn’t like I needed to have both of you disapproving together about Molly,” I tell him, which would have bothered me before.

“If you want we can sign an agreement about everything.” He commented.

“You want to know what one of my first impressions of you was?” I asked. Brian grinned, but nodded instead of letting his ego come out of his mouth. “You don’t want anything handed to you, you want to be able to say you got it by earning it. You like the sense of accomplishment and are driven to achieve more. The only reason you would want an agreement is because even though you have never treated me as anything but equal, it bothers you that we might not be equal financially. We aren’t. But I had a head start, which one day you’ll exceed. So let's be clear about one thing. I wouldn’t be in a relationship with anyone if all that mattered to them was what was in my bank accounts. I watched that with my mother and father. It’s why, until you came along, I never stuck around. So are we clear, and no longer going to have this conversation?”

Brian blinked a few times, then licked his lips. “That was hot,” 

I guess it was clear. And the water sounded great, since my bathing suit wasn’t made for a hard-on any more than Brian’s was.