Monty sat behind his desk, waiting for the explosion. He watched his old friend with a wary eye. Brian had never been one to lose his cool over much of anything, but Monty could vividly remember one incident when a fellow student had refused to back off with the name calling during a hockey game. Brian had even given the jerk a courtesy warning, but the player was too thick-brained to catch on. He spewed out one 'cocksucker' and 'faggot' too many and ended up with a hockey stick 'accidentally' banging a little too hard into his knees just above the protective pad. The guy had problems walking for a couple of weeks after that, but he avoided Brian like the plague after the incident. Brian received a penalty and smiled all the way to the bench.

"Fuck!" The word exploded like a cannon shot into the air. "What the fuck is wrong with that asshole? His own son... I thought my old man was a bastard, but this man's sick."

Monty just shook his head. He couldn't agree more.

"So, how long has he been having us followed?"

"You told me that Justin came out to his family last weekend and according to my sources, Rodriquez was hired the next day. I know he's been on your tail since the beginning of the week. I've got to warn you, Brian, he is known for his ability to get some really good footage of the people he's stalking. They say he would have made a great paparazzi, if he'd been so inclined. If you've been exposed with Justin... say with curtains open or out in the open... the man is bound to have it recorded."

Brian felt a cold chill inside his gut remembering the many times he'd been affectionate with Justin out in the open, particularly the hot lovemaking on his very own tennis court at the estate. He had no distaste at the idea of a disc of him loving on Justin for their own viewing, but the image of Craig Taylor viewing such a disc made Brian literally sick to his stomach. He dreaded how it would make Justin feel. He would do whatever he could to keep his lover from finding out about this possibility.

Brian looked directly at Monty. "So what else can you tell me about Taylor... particularly concerning the explosion at the studio? Is there any reason to think he was behind it, or at least knew something about it?"

"We're looking into that as we speak. I have some contacts in the police department and they've passed on a lot of what they already know about the bombing. There's one guy in particular... he's a fanatic member of a group calling themselves KASP... ever heard of them?" Brian nodded, scowling. "Well anyway, he's their number one suspect. I'm looking into whether there is any connection between this guy and Taylor. I do know that Taylor was seen talking to the leader of KASP. I also know that he was seen having a meeting with a scumbag yellow journalist named Sammy Peters and the guy just happened to be at the studio when the bomb went off. He told police he got an anonymous tip that there would be some action from the protesters so that was why he was there. I'm going to be interviewing him myself today."

Brian's blood chilled as he listened to the evidence that Justin's father could have been involved in the despicable act of cowardice that accomplished nothing but the loss of innocent lives, a lot of pain, and a temporary closing of a business. If the man thought he would scare his son away from being the man he was meant to be, the asshole had another think coming, Brian thought to himself. Besides the fact that he obviously didn't know his son very well, he also obviously didn't truly love his son. He loved the idea of his son, not the man himself, and this angered Brian even more than his own father's lack of loving support. Brian couldn't comprehend it because if anyone deserved to be loved fully and completely, it was Justin. He had more beauty in him than a million Craig Taylors combined. Brian looked forward to meeting Justin's mother, because he had to inherit his beautiful soul from someone.

"Well thanks, Monty. I appreciate all you're doing."

"No thanks necessary, friend. Just pay my bill," Monty laughed. "Seriously, I'd like to see the scum behind this shit get what's coming to him too."

Brian nodded agreement. "Trust me, he'll get what's coming to him if I'm right about the man." Brian paused. "Remember, Monty, I don't want Justin to know anything about this until I have all the facts. It would kill him to know his father had something to do with the bombing. It's bad enough that I'm going to have to warn him that I now know we're being followed. I wish I could spare him that, but he needs to be aware."

"I understand. It's up to you what you want your boyfriend to know, Brian."

The men shook hands and Brian left. Monty stared after the retreating figure as he left his office. He couldn't help noticing that Brian didn't protest when the term, boyfriend, was used. That alone was surprising. He was also stunned at the passion in Brian's voice when he spoke about the young man in his life. This was definitely not the Brian he had grown to care about when they were classmates. This was a man in love... no question about it. He envied the young man. He knew that his old friend was as loyal as a watchdog protecting its master. He hadn't met this Justin character yet, but the kid must be really something to tame a loner stud like Brian. He sighed and went back to his papers, looking for the number of the place where the cops number one suspect worked.

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Brian felt torn. On the one hand he was filled with anger at Craig Taylor for forcing him to have to tell Justin about the surveillance. He knew it would hurt the kid and Brian ached at the thought of causing Justin pain. On the other hand, he was filled with sadness. He had already seen how hurt Justin was by his father's rejection. He had no doubt that it would devastate the actor if his father turned out to be the force behind the bombing of the studio. Brian still hoped it was just coincidence that Craig seemed to know more about the bombing than he should and not an actual fact. Surely, the thought of Taylor being behind it only popped up because of his intense disgust for the man, Brian hoped.

Brian killed the engine on his Jeep and sat in the parking lot behind his apartment lost in thought. He wanted to be with Justin but he dreaded the news he was bringing with him. Justin thought he had gone into work to rearrange his work schedule to allow him more time with his lover before he had to go back to Hollywood. Brian didn't bother telling Justin that he had already taken care of that. He had thanked his lucky stars again that he had Ted and Cynthia. He knew that the two assistants could hold down the fort quite competently for an extended period of time while Brian spent as much time with Justin as needed. All he had to do was touch base every once in awhile to make sure things were running the way they would if he had been present in the office.

Brian took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose hard to try and ease the headache that had formed behind his eyes, and got out of his Jeep. He moved slowly to the back door of the building, scanning lightly around the closed in lot. He didn't spot anyone peering at him, but he knew it was possible. Another wave of anger rose again at the thought of being spied on.

Brian had barely pulled the door of his loft aside when a small bundle of blond energy launched itself into his arms. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin's middle and brought his mouth down hard on his lover. Their kiss intensified as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Justin's toes curled from the intense pleasure that Brian's mouth brought him. Eventually the men had to take a breath and they broke apart.

"I missed you," Justin announced. "Is everything going to be okay at the office. I don't want to cause you any problems with your work, you know."

"Everything is fine, Sunshine." Just then, Brian got a whiff of a delicious smell. He sniffed the air. "What...?" he began.

Justin grinned widely. "Oh that," he indicated, pointing to the kitchen. "I thought I'd use one of my Mom's favorite recipes. I called her and she gave it to me. I hope you like Jambalaya. It's really good for you and I know how you like to eat healthy," Justin laughed.

"Now aren't you the sweetest little hausfrau," Brian joked, his tone taking any sting out of the words.

"I aim to please Mr. Kinney."

Brian grabbed Justin's lips again and gave him another deep kiss.

"Oh you do, young man, you do."

"It won't be ready for a while yet. Why don't you go sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll let you know when it's time to serve."

Brian smacked Justin playfully on his perfect bubble butt and went to stretch out on his expensive leather couch. He quickly decided that his news about Taylor could wait until after the meal. He'd be damned if he'd let the man ruin all of Justin's hard work in the kitchen. At least he knew that the prying eyes that Taylor had sicked on them couldn't follow them into the loft. He looked over at the kitchen, enjoying the sight of Justin humming quietly to himself as he went about fixing a meal for the man he loved. The thoughts running through his head were downright lesbianic, but at the moment Brian could have cared less.

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Craig Taylor would have been apoplectic at the sight of his son playing house with Brian Kinney, if he wasn't already at that point. His detective stood at a safe distance away as he watched his client turn redder by the second as he watched the video the burly man had filmed just the day before on the Kinney estate. Craig suddenly let out an unearthly scream and threw his remote at the television screen. It had been bad enough seeing his son getting a blow job from the pervert Kinney while still in the car the day before...not that he could actually see it, but the man's bobbing head above his son's lap told the story. Then the detective had caught the disgusting display on the tennis court. Craig had managed to control himself during the mutual rubdowns, but when he saw both men shed their pants and his son rolling a condom down Kinney's cock, that was the last straw. He'd be damned if he was going to witness his only son taking it up the ass. The very thought brought bile into Craig's throat.

"I made a bad choice," he muttered under his breath. "I should have had them target that sick degenerate...taken out his fucking country house."

The detective caught the words and stored them away but decided not to explore their meaning any further at the moment.

"So, have you heard anything more on what they're going to do about making the movie?" Craig asked, once he had calmed enough to speak again.

"The film is still on according to all my sources. The bombing only delayed things. They're moving the whole production back to Hollywood to complete it. As for your son, apparently all the main actors survived and every single one of them have decided to stay with it, including young Taylor. You might also want to know that Brian Kinney is scheduled to join them in Hollywood too. I imagine he'll go with the kid."

The blood rushed to Craig's face again. He forced himself to calm down.

"We'll see about that," he said, more to himself than the detective. "For now, just keep doing what you're doing. I want to know if there are any changes immediately."

"Yes sir," the detective responded. "I'll get right back on the job." He turned to leave.

"And Rodriquez....." The detective turned back at the door. "I don't need any more visuals. Just write anything down that you see going on between them. That stuff is fucking porno. I don't need to see my son like that."

"Yes sir," the detective answered.

When Rodriquez left the office, Craig went over to the DVD player and pushed eject. He yanked the disc out of its seating and snapped it viciously in half, tossing it in the trash can. He'd be damned if he'd let anyone ever see his son in such a degrading position. He had half a mind to forget he'd ever had a son named Justin. He was free now. He was still young enough to start over. He still had Molly and he could always have another son. He'd just make sure he got the right kind of woman to be this boys mother. Jennifer had always been a little too liberal minded for him, anyway. But first he had to make sure the asshole who stole his son from him paid for it...one way or another.

To be continued...........