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COMIC CONVENTION - SATURDAY AFTERNOON


MICHAEL


I fucking hate, Brian. I fucking hate him! But I need and want him so much. How can you love and hate someone at the same time? As I walk around trying to enjoy myself, all I can think about is him and Ben. Not them and their stupid lying about the supposed comic, but because I saw! I saw what Ben did with Brian’s knee just before he left. He touched him! I have always suspected his too easy agreeing with me about Brian and now I know why! I wonder how long...you know what? Fuck wondering; I am going to ask him!


I am about to leave when I spot something marvelous. With trembling hands, I pull out an original Captain Astro comic and almost want to weep with joy! I will have two of them! I hold it to my chest as I wait in the queue. Ten minutes later, it is mine and I am heading back to my car.  


I climb in the back to check it over for damages and as I am checking, I get a sense of deja vu. Some of the markings on it look familiar...and then I realise why. It is my fucking comic! That infectious fucking cunt...he sold my comic, something he bought me! He had no fucking right...no fucking right at all! Reaching for my phone, I dial the one person who can, and must, give me Ben’s number, but Mel doesn’t pick up. So I call Ma.


“Hi, no time for chit chat. I need Carl’s number. Why? Because he has Ben’s number. I want to speak to him because not only are he and Brian having an affair, but because he fucking sold my Captain Astro comic!” I punch the headrest as her laughter almost bursts my eardrum. “Why is that fucking funny? You didn’t see what I saw Ma. He touched Brian’s knee! What do you mean so?! But don’t you think it is an odd place for someone who has slept with him to...okay, so what? Fine, you win! Brian fucked him and not the other way around but...Ma, you have to stop laughing; this shit is not funny!  Okay, I know you’re right. He only loved me and me alone until it all went to shit. But I am still pissed that he sold my comic! How do I know? Because I’ve just fucking bought it, thinking that I would have two of them! It doesn’t matter how much I paid. Look, I’m on my way back, so I will see you later.”


DEB’S HOUSE


DEBS’S BEDROOM


DEBS


I put my phone aside and shake my head. I am so fucked off that I got suspended because he wanted to get in Ben’s face. It’s not as if I moved that much! I think about how to fill my time during the next couple of weeks and have an idea. Of course! Why didn’t I think of it before?! I can work for Emmett in his business. As I reach for my phone to put a reminder in, it beeps and it’s from Delores. I read it with relief as I will be getting paid for this bullshit suspension! I wonder how much I can get off of Ems. He will love to have the Mother of Liberty Avenue in his establishment!


OMNI HOTEL


LINDSAY’S ROOM


LINDSAY


I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! I have to stop myself from throwing my phone across the room and screaming. Mel’s attorney has finally called and there is definitely no spousal support, and all because of that fucking ridiculous and spiteful prenup! I called Andrew within seconds of hanging up from that bogus call. And once his snotty wife put him on, he said that Mel is perfectly within her rights to enforce the prenup, and that I was to consider the last fuck we had as his bill paid in full! I could hear her shouting that I should find a US lawyer to fuck and had better not contact him again! So we weren’t a great love story, but I can’t help feeling so used!


I am surprised when my phone rings and it is Brian. So I take a couple of deep breaths and put him on speaker. “Hi Brian, how are you?”


“Where are you going to be next weekend?”


“I’m not…”


“I mean, will you be here or going back to Canada? I’m not sure what Mel did with your stuff and Ben wants…”


“What do you mean my stuff? And what does Ben have to do with anything?”


“He’s buying the house off of Gus.”


“He’s doing what?!” I explode. “Why the fuck wasn’t I told?!”


“Why should you be told? Gus is not your son. You fucking around on Mel put paid to that.”


“Brian…” I choke out.


“Not buying your tears, so dry the creek up. You need to get to Canada and take care of your…”


“Why are you doing this to me?!!”


“I am not doing this to you. Every action has a reaction, so you have caused this....”


“What the fuck do I do now?!” I yell but he’s gone.


MEL’S HOUSE - CANADA


MEL


I stroke Tyson’s ears and he gives a little huff of happiness as he trots ahead of me to Gus’s room. This is going to make his Friday. He looks up as I enter his room and smiles.


“Momma. You are so smiley. Why are you so smiley?”


“Because Gus...we’re going to see daddy next weekend.” I sit down after helping Tyson clamber on the bed.


“We are?! Are we all going? Jenny, too?”


“Yes, Jenny too. And Uncle Ben as well. And Tyson.”


“Daddy gets to see Tyson?! He’s going to love him!”


“Yes, he is and guess what else? And this is really exciting.”


“What?” He bounces on the bed.


“We’re going to be living in the same country as Daddy soon.”


“For good?”


“Yes, for good. And do you remember Grandma Debs’s friend, Carl?”


“Yes, he’s good at cuddling. Not as good as Daddy and you, but good.”


“You must tell him that when you see him, okay?” He nods and crosses his fingers, a habit he has picked up from Brian. “Well he’s got a house that we are going to live in. And it has a big enough garden for Tyson.”


“Oh wow, that’s so good! Does Grandma Debs know?”


“No darling, but she will.” I smirk.


“So will Mommy come and live with us again?” He asks, looking a little sad. I have explained that she has moved out in a way he understood and he’s been fine. As he’s his father's son when it comes to perception, we're not going to explain about her no longer being Mommy to him yet. He’s just simply too young for that right now. I think that having Tyson has helped. “Will she know where to find us if she doesn’t?”


“No, she won’t be coming to live with us but she will know where to find us. I will make sure of that.”


“Okay. Oh, will we see Uncle Michael as well? He’s not been for ages and he only comes around when Daddy comes. But I will miss Uncle Ben when we leave. He will still call like he does once a week, won’t he?”


“Yes Gus, he will.”


“Good. I am so happy that we’re going to be near Daddy. I can see him lots and lots.”


The fact that he’s not been able to see him lots and lots brings a lump to my throat. We were so wrong to do that. So very wrong! But now, I am doing the right thing.


OUTSIDE JUSTIN’S DOOR - SATURDAY EVENING


BRIAN


Jesus, I can’t believe how nervous I am! I take a deep breath and head inside his building. I do have a case of stair envy as I look up them.



I fiddle with the handle of the bag and pull out my phone. “Good evening, Mr Taylor…” I stop and try not to laugh too hard as he drops his phone. Some choice language is being muttered right now. “Butterfingers.” I say as he comes back on. “Shall I come up or will you come and get me? Okay. Halfway, it is.”


Two minutes later, a slightly breathless and pink cheeked Justin is coming down the stairs. “I had to take another call, sorry to…” He stops and then looks down at himself. “...what? What’s wrong?”


“Nothing, nothing at all. You look nice.” I reply and then think idiot...nice doesn’t cover that!


“Nice? Not quite what I was going for, but thanks.”


“How about you look as good as your staircase?”


“My stair…oh, thanks!” He grins. “I designed it.”


“You designed...? You never cease to amaze me, Justin! It reminds me of some staircase I once saw in Brussels. But yours is way more beautiful and delicate, just like the man who designed it.”


Where the hell did that come from?!


“Well um, thanks again. Shall we go up?” I nod and follow him. As the door shuts, he stands in front of me, then smiles and with a quick couple of tugs takes the bag off me and heads to his kitchen. “Stay there.” He calls over his shoulder as I go to follow him. “I’m coming straight back.” True to his word, he is back and still has that sultry smile.


“Arms go around waist…”


I put my arms around him. “Then what happens?”


“You pull me closer.”


“Uh huh. Is this close enough?” I ask and lick my lips.


“Yeah. And then…” He stares into my eyes. “...you know, I haven’t realised how much taller than me you are.”


“Maybe that’s because you’re always worked up before launching your lips onto mine. Speaking of which…” I hold his chin gently and although it is a simple thing, I watch mesmerised as he moistens his lips in readiness. “...close your eyes, please.” At first, I don’t think he will, but they slowly drift closed and then I lower my head. His mouth parts and I slide my tongue inside. His breath hitches as he pulls me closer to him. Softly and gently, he maps his way around my mouth. I thought I was in charge of this kiss is the thought that swims round my head before I dissolve under his gentle assault. When we part with a soft slurp, I slowly open my eyes to find him staring at me with laughter in his.


“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”


“Yeah. So you got the wine?”


“Mmm. Come on let me get you a glass. Is it just the lamb or are you cooking me a three course meal?” He slides out of my embrace but takes my hand leading me, as if it is something we do every day, to the kitchen. I marvel at his assertiveness and complete surety in what he is doing. “Brian?” I shake my head as if to clear it, but still am a little awestruck by him as he stops to look at me with concern. “What is it?”


“I haven’t kissed anyone as much as I have kissed you.”


“You must have kissed when you’ve been with a guy?” He questions, guiding me to the island and then pulling out the stool so I can sit down. “Now what?” He huffs as I sit down.


“You are such a gentleman.” I reply. “Not something I am used to.”


“If you want to be treated kindly, demand that treatment. I won’t put up with any shit from anybody. Even if I didn’t have my parents’ money as back up, I would still fight for everything I believe in.” He says over his shoulder as he pulls out a couple of glasses, then he puts them on the counter and fills them.




“Where in the hell did you get them?!” I exclaim, picking up the glass. “They are the most beautiful glasses I have ever seen. I just have to have a set. So where?” He doesn’t answer and then I realise why. “Justin. You are kidding? You designed these?”


“Yeah. It’s just something I do. It’s not a big thing. Nor do I want to make money out of it. I do it because I enjoy it.”


“So what’s the wine?” I ask as he is looking slightly uncomfortable and that’s the last thing I want tonight. “It tastes like a Barolo. A 2010, I think?”


“2009. Dad helped. In fact, Dad insisted that he help.” He grumbles.


“Sucking up?”


“Huh? Oh. Yes, definitely.” He grins. “Now I have waited long enough... open the bag!” I take another sip of wine before joining him by the stove and start to take out dinner. “Oh that looks so good! What pan do you need? Griddle, skillet or shall we just grill them?”


“We need to griddle them so they get nice grill marks.”


“What’s in the other box?” He demands, pulling it out and then gasping. “Are those edible flowers?!”


“Yes. I checked so you will be fine.”


“Checked?” He frowns at me.


“Yep. Read your file, remember? Allergies were listed.”


“I can't believe you thought about that. That's really considerate and I appreciate your concern.”


JUSTIN


Get a grip, Justin! Jesus, can you be any more boring? Continue and he will run away...screaming with laughter and horror!


BRIAN


“Now it is my turn...what’s that face for?”


“I sounded like a gent and that is not a good thing on a date.”


“You want to know something funny?”


“Okay, go. Oh wait, is this pan big enough?” He pulls out something that could fry an entire buffalo.


“Yep. First date.”


“Mine? Someone who my mother set me up with, but didn’t set me up with, if you understand. He just so happened to join us for dinner. Horrendous!”


“Well that’s good to know. But I mean, this is my first date.”


“I know.” He replies quietly. “I was being a gent there, too.”


“So you think this date will be horrendous as well, then?”


“So far, no.” He puts the stove on. “Mmm nice.” He sighs as I lift the hair from behind his ear and kiss that spot. “But stomach is overruling all thoughts of passion. So first we eat and then we get hot and sweaty.”


I flinch slightly at his words. So, to him this is not a date; it’s a fuck date with food. Sighing internally, I force a smile on my face and take another sip of wine.


JUSTIN


That was so the wrong thing to say! I have to fix this!


“Brian?”


“Mmm.” He replies, checking the temperature of the pan as it heats.


“Look at me. Please.” He turns to face me. “I shouldn’t have said that in such a flippant and disrespectful way. I didn’t mean that you were just here for that.” For a few seconds, he doesn’t say anything just draws his nail across the counter. “If you want to leave, I will understand.”


“Thank you.” He takes another sip of wine before switching off the stove, taking his coat off the sofa and walking out!


I sit down heavily and contemplate how awkward it is going to be tomorrow when my phone rings. “Brian?” My face almost splits in half and I run downstairs to the landing to go and bring up my date...again!


“We’re starting over, okay?” He asks and then slips off his shoes.


“From…?”


“How about the kiss?”


“Yes, please!”


DEBS’S HOUSE - SAME TIME


LOUNGE


MICHAEL


Ma and I stare at Lindsay in astonishment. “So he’s buying your old house?”


“No, he’s buying Gus’s house.” She retorts bitterly. “Brian called to tell me that and to check where I would be next weekend.”


“Why would he need to know that?” Ma demands. “I don’t understand.”


“So I could go and get my things that are remaining there. So clearly, Mel didn’t put my things in storage like Ben said!”


“Ben seems to be very good at lying lately!” I spit.


“For the last fucking time, Ben and Brian did not have another fuck! Brian is many things and has done many things but he would not do that to you!”


“Oh for goodness sake, Michael! Where did you get such a ridiculous notion from?!” Lindsay cackles. “That has cheered me right up!”


“Ben sold my comic and kept the money from it!” I pout.


“What’s the problem with that? Haven’t you sold stuff that Brian has given you?”


I can’t believe Ma has just said that! “You aren’t getting the point! The point is that they were mine to sell. The comic didn’t belong to Ben; it was mine!”


“And it was my job that you got me suspended from for two weeks! You are very lucky that I am getting paid, because if I wasn’t, you would be up Shit Street right now!” Ma yells and I am shocked! How can she blame me for that?


“Can you please put the blame where it belongs?!”


“I am! It is with you! I never thought I would say this, but what does it matter that they are writing a comic or whatever together?!”


“Ben knows nothing about comics! I am the mast…”


“Nothing about comics?! But he got you that original! And he had enough common sense to take it with him. Why was it just lying about?!”


“It wasn’t just lying about. It was in the safety deposit box that was in both our names.” I mutter.


“So it was in a joint place of ownership. He had every right to take it.” Lindsay butts in and I glare at her. “Don’t look at me like that, Michael. Living with Mel had its benefits…”


“Not in the fucking department as you obviously got that elsewhere!” I bitch.


“I, like Brian, got my needs met. She, like you are doing now, overreacted to that! She forgot that Brian and I are sometimes two peas in the same pod. Now, as I was saying, Ben had every right to take the comic. He had ownership by buying it, and as you have banged on about at great length before, original works have a certificate of authenticity. So his name, not yours, would’ve been on it. So to all intents and purposes, it was his.” She raises her glass of wine smugly.


“So Canada…” I ignore what she’s just said despite her being completely right. “...what are you going to do about it? Hold on a second. I’ve just had a thought. Do you still have your rights to Jenny?”


She freezes and then smiles. “Sometimes, you are very clever, Michael!”


“Oh very good, sweetheart!” Ma grins at me. “We go for custody of Jenny. And...”


“Hang a second, where is she going to live if we go for custody? That would definitely need to be in place before we do that.” Lindsay sighs and then looks around. “She can’t live here.”


“And why not?” Ma bridles and I have to admit that I am a little pissed by that comment.


“Not enough room. With Michael back here, where would she sleep? Also, there is the little matter of income. I would need to prove that I could provide for Jenny, first.”


“Oh, I see. Wait a second what do you mean you would need to prove? This is going to be a joint custody thing, isn’t it? Michael can already prove he can provide. She’s his partner in the store.”


“That’s true. So we have a…” She pauses as my phone goes.


“It’s Mel. That is creepy!” I smirk at them and then put her on speaker. “Mel, I was just talking about you to Lindsay and…”


“Oh, that’s where she is. Can you hear me, Lindsay?”


“Of course, I can!” She snaps. “I was going to call you. What’s this…”


“I will be in Pittsburgh next weekend…”


“Bully for you! Why are you telling me this? We are no longer part of each other’s lives, remember?” Lindsay interrupts. “However, there are a couple of things I need to say to you. First, how can you sell our…”


“It’s Gus’s house. And before you ask, the money will be put in his trust fund. Ben needed somewhere permanent to live. He’s always loved the place.” She clears her throat. “Now that that is over and done with, back to the reason I called. Is Debs there, as well?”


“Yes, you pushy little madam, I am here!”


“Pushy? That’s rich coming from you!” She retorts. “Now, as I was trying to say, we, as in me, Ben, the children and Tyson will be in Pittsburgh next weekend. We’re obviously going to see Brian and look at the house.”


We all look at each other. “What house? What are you talking about?!” I snap.


“We will be moving back by the end of the month. We’re going to be living in Carl’s house, until Brian and I hash out an agreement over the one he wants to buy for us.”


“What do you mean you are fucking staying with Carl?! You’re into men now?!” Ma screams while I feel sick to my stomach for the third time, as our custody dreams turn to dust.


“Not in his current home, you idiot! In the house that he bought from Ben. He and Delores are doing it up. But as for next weekend, I’m not sure where we will be staying as Cynthia is sorting that out for us, but I will let you know so you can see the children.”


We are all too stunned by this turn of events to say anything for a few seconds.


“Are you guys still there?”


“Yeah.” I reply feebly.


“I thought I wasn’t allowed to see Gus anymore.” Lindsay looks as sick as me.


“You have lost your rights to him as his mother. It doesn’t mean you can’t see him. I am not you, and I would not be that cruel...well not anymore. The same goes for Jenny.”


“Jenny? What do you mean about Jenny?” She demands.


“As per the prenup, you lost your rights to both children. Not just Gus. What was that? It sounded like glass breaking.”


“Lindsay just dropped her wine glass.”  I explain. “What about me?”


“What about you?”


“What about my rights to Jenny? I still have them, don’t I?!” I almost shriek.


“As I have said before, bring the support payments up to date and then we will talk.” She clips out. “Now I am going to read my children a bedtime story. If we see each other next weekend, let’s try to keep it civil at least in front of them. Bye.” She hangs up before any of us can say anything else.


“So now what do we do?” I ask, completely blindsided.


“Pay the support, Michael.” Ma barks at me as she cleans up the broken glass. “I am not losing my grandchildren because you are being a tightass!”


“But Brian won’t…” I start to protest.


“She’s seen your books, Michael. She knows you can afford it so just pay it!” Lindsay snaps. “I have said it before and I will say it again. You don’t have to fight with everyone!”


JUSTIN’S TOWNHOUSE - 15 MINUTES LATER


KITCHEN


BRIAN


Once again, I am being deliciously assaulted by his mouth but this time I am sitting down. He is between my legs and I could do this for days. But then there is a rumbling sound. I pull back and look at him. “Was that your stomach?”


“Yes.” He replies, ducking his head into my shoulder.


“Christ. Come on, let’s get you fed. I’ve heard thunder that was quieter than that!”


“If you weren’t right, I would be highly offended.” He laughs and with another quick kiss, he leads me back to the stove. “So where did you get this recipe from? Some high end restaurant?”


“No, from Ben. Oh and thanks for the reminder. He’s in. Now do you remember what he’s in for?”


“Yes I do. I wasn’t as…”


“Tipsy as your Dad?” I smirk.


“No. But I am glad. So how are we going to test it out? I don’t know any small children.”


“Yes, you do. Well, you’ve not met him, but I have a small child who is going to be here next weekend.”


“Oh yes, you said before when I was very tipsy. What’s his name?”


“Gus. He’s got a sister called Jenny. The Gimp is her father.” He looks at me to see if I am teasing. “Not kidding. Here let me show you.” I pull out my phone and show him the latest pictures of Gus and Jenny.


“He looks like you. She looks like Mel, thankfully. But who’s the dog? He looks very cute.”


“Tyson. A recent addition to the family. And yes, I named him.” He goes a little pink and then goes pinker when I pick out a nasturtium and hand it to him. “Taste please.” He nibbles delicately and, somewhat, warily before he smiles, and takes another one. “Good?


“Yeah. What are they?”


“Nasturtium, mint and rosemary.” I reply and take out the dressing. “Can you put that in a nice bowl and then dress it, please?”


“Sure. So what else is in there?” He calls out from under the sink.


“The rest of the salad. Because the lamb is breaded and quite a rich meat, I didn’t want to overload you the first time. It is best served pink, so what I will do is cook one first then you can taste it and see if you want it cooked more. But in the meantime, have some bread or something!”


He laughs as his stomach stops rumbling. Twenty minutes later, the first chop is done so I wrap a napkin over the bone and hand it to him. “Do you want it cooked some more?” I ask as he eats the chop and he, thank goodness, shakes his head. “Good answer. Let’s do the rest of dinner.”


For the next hour, we cook in an easy silence. I have never spent time in silence with another man. Well, unless he was wearing a ball gag! He keeps looking across at the chops as they rest, clearly eating now would be good.


So shall we…” I stop and watch him lick his lips with relish.


“Shall we what? Brian? Everything ok?” He asks and my mind snaps back into focus and I give him a reassuring nod. “Yeah, so uhm...shall we go to the table now?”


“Yes. Lead the way. I’ll take the chops. I want them to get there!”


“But they are so good!” He drools as we sit down.


“For fuck sake, let me put the plate down! No, you can’t have that one!” I tell him firmly as he reaches for the biggest one. “You’ve already had one, remember?”


“That was a taster, therefore, doesn’t count.” He responds, taking the one I said he couldn’t have. “Besides, I am still growing…” He takes a big bite and chews slowly. I should be pissed but I’m not. “...and I have a very hard taskmaster for a boss so I need all the protein I can get.”


“Cheeky.” I snort and take the second biggest one quickly, then load up with salad. “I need protein, too.” I snicker at his slightly put out expression and stop myself from saying something about protein drinks because that would put me in the same position he was in earlier. And we now know this is so much more than a fuck date.


I need to make sure my dick is still working, so think about the kiss...yeah, he’s still there. What's wrong with me? Where do all these muncher thoughts come from? Seriously! Time to add a bit of snark.


“So why that one and what made you put it by?”


“What are you talking about?” He asks frowning and dabbing his lips with his napkin.


God, I want to be that napkin! Need distance before I leap on him and rip his clothes off with my teeth!


“Let me show you what I am talking about.” I get up and head to his cart and bring back the whisky. “I am talking about that. And it being mine and only mine in Woody’s.” His eyes go huge then he puts his head in his hands and mumbles something.


“Was that embarrassed speak for how long have you known?” He nods, but without lifting his head out of his hands. “Since I had it here. I called Woody’s when I got home and described you...to a tee unquote.” He looks up and I huff a small laugh. “So why?”


“The one you were drinking is horrible. Well not horrible, but not as good and you should be drinking the good stuff.”


“I shall take that under advisement for the future.” I fiddle with my napkin before clearing my throat. “And you were right.”


“About what?”


“Me being a coward. Where they are concerned, I was, but not anymore.”


“Can I ask why you were?”


“Thought they were all I had. But now I know, I have more than I thought.” I wait for him to laugh or tease me but he just reaches across and squeezes my fingers. I fight my natural instinct to pull away from the comforting gesture, and give him a small smile.


“Shall we clear and then take these to the lounge?” He indicates the glasses and once again, we work in silence.


JUSTIN


I am unsurprised to find out that I have fallen deeper in love with him. He’s so vulnerable and those people should be dragged through broken glass and then dipped in acid. “Want to watch a movie?” He nods and I point to the DVD stand. “Your choice.”


He goes over to check and then snatches one out of the shelf. “This is one of my favourite movies! I know it word for word.” He shows me One Eyed Jacks. “Maybe something else, I also speak along to it.” He turns back to the stand and peruses it quietly. “What about Strapped? I’ve not seen that.”


“Me neither. It was recommended by a friend, let’s watch that.” I take it off him and put it on.


AN HOUR LATER


BRIAN


This has definitely been a bad idea! We are sitting next to each other on the sofa, which is not a problem, but the kissing scene is a problem, I shift a bit as he finally cums on-screen from just kissing and grinding. “Well that was um…” I stop as once more, he clambers into my lap and rewinds the movie. “...what are you doing?” I am not sure I will be able to resist if he pushes it!


“Close your eyes. Listen and feel.” He orders softly. I obey with a quiet moan and he restarts the movie.


Soon, I have pushed him on his back and am groaning softly as he tops from the bottom with his kiss. I am trying not to come in my pants like a 14 year old, but the combination of the movie, his kiss and his cock throbbing against my stomach is too much. Pulling my lips off of his, I swallow before I whisper. “I’m gonna cum.”


“Me too.” He pants. “Cum now, cum now.” He pleads and I do, biting my lip to stop from screaming as it feels so good. He follows almost immediately as I drop my head onto his shoulder and breathe deeply.


“You okay?” He asks, running his fingers through my damp hair.


“Oh yeah.” I mutter into his neck. “Do regret wearing my new Zenga pants though.”


“How new is new?” He giggles.


“Got them this morning. Rush delivered.” I lift my head and then blink a couple of times to clear my vision.


“Ah, they can be dry cleaned.”


I just nod. “Am I too heavy?”


“Nope, but I’m getting a little cold down…”


“Me too. Let’s go do some clean up.” I get up and squirm a little at the dampness, he chortles as he stands.


“Before we get even dirtier again? In the bedroom, maybe?” He asks and slowly, I shake my head. His face falls and he starts to step away, but I stop him by pulling him gently back. He takes a deep breath, shakes his head and I see him trying to hide how much that hurt.


Shit! That went well Kinney!


“Justin, let’s clean up and then let me explain. Please?” He nods and leads me to the bathroom. We stand in silence after we finish and I sigh. “Here’s the thing... in the past, I have had sex for sex sake. A means to getting off. Get my needs met and then get the fuck away. I wasn’t called the Stud of Liberty Avenue because I cared about the guys I fucked. Hell, I didn't even want to know their names, let alone fuck them again. I am not saying no, don‘t think that. You are gorgeous and sexy when angry, hurt or laughing, and that sofa action was not just because of the movie.” I am relieved when he smiles. “I am say...asking that we not have sex right now. Is that okay?” I get my answer with a nod and again, he squeezes my fingers. “I don’t know why but I want it to be different with you. No, you are different already. You are so much more than one quick...or not so quick fuck! Christ! I can't believe I am saying all this but Justin, I want to fuck you, in here, in your bed, on the couch! More than once but I don’t want to screw this up more than anything so that's the reason, the only reason, we won't have sex now.”


“Okay, we will wait. And thank you for saying that. It did my ego the power of good!” He chuckles.


After one of the most intense conversations of my life, I am by the door. “I had a great time, so thank you. And thank you for your patience and understanding.”


“I had a great time, too. Did Daph bring you here?”


“No, took a taxi. Why?”


“I want to give you something.” He trots to the kitchen and pulls out a box from under the sink before coming slowly back and hands me it. “Don’t open until you at least get in the cab. Please.”


“Okay. I promise.” Leaning over, I place a lingering kiss on his lips before slipping out of the door. It doesn’t take long to get a cab and the first thing I do is open the box. “Oh Tigger, I will treasure them always.” I sigh as I look at the wine glasses.

Chapter End Notes:

If any of you get the chance watch Strapped it is excellent, but if not go to YouTube and put in Strapped Kiss and you can see what Brian means.

 

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