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Title: Metamorphosis… 
Story Type: AU 
Word Count: 4457
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion and Lust…
Beta Queen: Bigj52
Banner: Yvonnereid


Summary: It’s all gone jn just moments - your life changes and there’s no going back. You’re no longer the person you thought you were and you have no idea who you’ll become. 

Chapter Summary: The boys plan their wedding and Christmas; Justin questions his choices…

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended… 

Metamorphosis… 

It took losing you to finally let myself love you…

Part Three ~ Torture, Shrunken Heads and Bridezilla 

Chapter Eight ~ Leo Brown, In the Library, With the Hand Weights…

Brian cries out his pain as he pulls his dysfunctional legs forward in the water, grasping hold of the handrails with Bruce in front and Ben behind him. He stops to catch his breath as his legs tremble and ache; he feels like he’s being tortured by the evil Dr. Bruckner and his faithful slave, master Bruce. He holds back his tears, just wanting to make a full lap once and he’s decided today is that day, even if it takes him an hour. 

When he comes home from physical therapy that afternoon he’s beat and lies down with Gus and takes a nap. Gus is going to kindergarten in West Virginia; Brian lives in a better school district than Mel and Lindsay’s neighborhood. Jennifer picks him up on her way to work, drops him off at school then picks him up at lunchtime and drives him home if Justin isn’t free.

Gus sneaks out of bed earlier than usual and finds his way to Justin’s studio. He’s so excited to make a painting for his Dad. He decides he wants to use the grown-up paints in the tubes and the canvases, but with no brushes. He likes the way the paint squishes between his fingers as he smears it across the canvas. 

Gus has completed two canvases before Justin finds him; he stands in the doorway watching his son. Yes, Gus is as much his son as Brian’s even if it’s not legally true. He’s furious but impressed all at the same time. Gus’s paintings are really inspiring, as good as some of Justin’s abstracts. Justin’s astonished by this. He backs out of the room then calls to Gus so as not to startle him.

Gus is so proud of his paintings that it’s hard to be mad at him; he tells Justin they’re wedding presents for him and Daddy. 

The first one is swirls of red and cream with just hints of black flecks and the second is swirls of light and dark blue, accented with cream. Justin can’t help standing back, looking at them, thinking he has so much talent and is clueless at five years old.

He chastises Gus for going into the studio without him and wandering around the house alone - it’s too big for him and he could get lost or hurt. Justin strips him of his clothing, throwing them in the washer and puts Gus in the shower to rinse off his hair and hands, then into a big bubble bath.

Justin can’t help wondering just when it is that we all start losing that childhood wonder where you are completely unconscious of things like paint in your hair and everything still has a magical feel to it. 

~~~~

After Thanksgiving it was decided that Brian and Justin would host Christmas this year. 

“I can’t believe we somehow got signed up for Christmas dinner, while we’re planning a wedding and having a baby… What do you say? Want to remodel while we’re at it?”

“Calm down, Sunshine, we’ll figure it out.

“Turkey, I’ve never cooked a turkey… “

“How about we have it catered?”

“Or prime rib, I’ve never cooked prime rib before either. You think this is funny? Stop laughing.”

“You’re so adorable when you’re stressed out.” 

“Don’t try and be nice to me. What are we going to do?”

“I think we should hire a caterer; we could use our second choices for the wedding and let everyone else bring the desserts.

“Do you think Em understood why we wanted to hire a caterer for the wedding and not use him?”

“I think once you explained to him that you wanted him to be part of the celebration and not part of the staff he understood, although he’s still giving the function and instructing the serving staff. To tell you the truth, I don’t know how he cooks all that food and does everything else.”

“So just have Em do Christmas too. 

You know you want to with all the decorations you were dreaming about online?”

“I did love those crystal ornaments, the blue and the clear ones.”

~~~~

“He’s finally asleep.”

“From now on, no more chocolate after seven o’clock for him or you! It’s never too early for you to switch to no carbs after seven.” 

A pillow hits the side of Brian’s head and then Justin sticks his tongue out at Brian and says; “I thought you liked my new and improved figure… want to feel my biceps, baby?”

Brian just grins and leans back against the pillows piled up behind him. Justin stands several feet away in the soft amber glow from the lamp turned down low. He runs his hands down his arms then around his waistband. He lets one hand slip down the front of his pants, cupping his penis, outlining it through the fabric. Then he slides his hand away and his erection tents the denim where his hand had been.

He licks his lips and looks at Brian with hooded eyes as he slinks towards him, pulling his shirt over his shoulder and letting it drop down on the floor. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls as the buttons on his 501’s pop open. With a wiggle of his ass his pants are around his ankles.

He climbs up onto the bed and Brian’s body; they stare into each other’s eyes as their desire for one another grows. Justin’s cock is firm and dripping, leaving a thin trail of precum as he grazes Brian’s calves and thighs. About mid-calf Brian’s facial expression changes and Justin knows he can feel the cool drying sensation from his spunk. He just grins and wonders how long Brian’s has been able to feel those sensations.

He continues up Brian’s body, dragging the moist tip until he meets his mate and they swim and dance in their own juices as Justin ruts against Brian’s groin. He takes them both into his hands, working them up into a frenzy until both of them are ready to explode. Then he stops and applies pressure to the base of both their cocks as they catch their breaths. 

Justin says; “Don’t cum; I want you to cum inside of me.”

Brian just grins as Justin says that almost every time; he knows just how much he loves it when he shoots inside of him and how it feels, seeping out. Justin calls them love drops but he still complains about sleeping on the wet spot so he sleeps all snuggled up against Brian with his head on his chest. 

Justin leans in and kisses Brian, tenderly whispering; “I’m going to ride you; I’m going to ride you so hard we’re both going to see white lightning.”

Brian loves it when Justin gets horny and wanton with need for his cock; having become a huge fan of bottoming he now understands. He just wishes he could really fuck him like old times when he was still stud of Liberty Avenue. He doesn’t really miss that part, just the part about feeling powerful and in control with Justin. He no longer needs other men to feel complete.

Justin breaks their kiss and whispers; “I love you” as he proceeds down Brian’s chest, stopping to gently suck his nipples for a minute or two each, making Brian squirm and writhe. He plays with his belly button by rimming it for a minute before fully fucking it with his tongue, eliciting a moan from his prisoner.

Once Justin has reached his primary target he swirls his tongue around the tip and swishes it across the slit while his hand plays and twists his hard shaft. Brian exudes more pre-cum, making himself nice and sticky. Justin aligns himself with Brian’s cock, sits down on him, feeling himself become full. 

Brian reaches back and puts his hands on Justin’s hips and ass as Justin raises his feet and ankles, placing them on Brian’s shoulders with his feet flat against the wall. So as Brian pulls him in closer, he can push back with his feet as they get a rocking rhythm building between them. 

It isn’t long before both of them are keening, close to the edge again. Justin’s chanting Bri, Bri, Bri as Brian’s cock slams into his prostate repeatedly and Justin’s warm slick walls grasp and wring Brian’s semen out of him. Brian cries out “Justin” as he wonders when sex became so intense for them. 

It just seems so much more sensitive and he can feel it in every fiber of his being, right down to his fingertips and his toes… He thinks his motherfucking toes as he curls them up, and he shoots deep inside his blond… 

Justin says, “You’re fucking amazing!”

Brian replies, “I know I am.” 

Justin says, “I love you.”

Brian replies, “I know.” Justin hits him in the arm softly and then kisses the same spot.

~~~~ 

Two weeks later…

Gus is being fitted for his suit as ring bearer along with Brian and Justin being fitted for their tuxedos. Armand is taking longer than expected and Jennifer has just served coffee and sandwiches to Leo Brown who called out of the blue and wanted to stop by to see Brian’s new offices. Cynthia was surprised as he is scheduled to meet with Brian in the middle of January, and its only December 19th and everyone’s very busy this time of year.

Gus, having overheard Jennifer telling Brian that Mr. Brown was in the library decides that he’ll help his Dad out today because he’s running late. Gus comes into the library, wearing his suit still pinned with Armand’s tailoring adjustments and barefoot. 

He’s dragging the paintings he made for Justin and Brian because all he knows is that his dad yells, the art department brings him what they just finished then he shows it to the client. Gus can hardly carry his artwork so Leo helps him set it up on the easels. He turns and says, “Good afternoon, Mr. Leo Brown, my name is Gus Peterson-Marcus-Taylor-Kinney. 

Leo says, “That’s a mouthful…”

Gus thinks that’s funny because he doesn’t have anything in his mouth. He continues with, “I’m so glad you could come to my house today; I’ve wanted to show someone my paintings for my Daddies for so long. I made these for their wedding present and I hope my Daddy likes them. He hasn’t seen them yet; I want them to be a surprise.” 

“I do like them? I like them a lot, young man.”

From the hallway Gus can hear someone calling him; his eyes get really big and he hides under the table. Leo can’t help smirking then thinking there’s been meetings where he wanted to crawl under the table as well. An almost six months pregnant Cynthia comes into the room looking for Gus. She’s so preoccupied with looking in every corner - she can’t really look under the table easily.

Gus is surprised that Leo didn’t give him up, and Cynthia didn’t notice the paintings on the easels. Gus comes out from under the table and says that was close; he climbs up on Leo’s lap and that’s when he notices the sandwiches and fruit. Gus’s eyes get really big and a smile spreads across his face as he says, “I’m starving, let’s eat.”

Leo is completely taken with Gus; he’s a miniature Brian complete with all his charm. Leo rarely sees his children and he wonders if his grandchildren would even know him if they passed on the street. Gus is on his second sandwich triangle, he loves it when Jen cuts the sandwiches this way – just like Justy and his moms. Cynthia and Daddy do it all wrong. 

His mouth is dry so he makes his way over to the intercom and blasts the whole house with a request for milk, please… He doesn’t know how to call a single room; Brian’s actually surprised that he knows how to use the system at all. Justin pages Gus, asking where to bring it. Gus looks a little frightened then says; “It’s for Leo, and hurry up!” And Justin thought his days of waiting tables were over…

Jennifer and Brian come into the room; Jen’s carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of milk just in case Leo really wanted a glass of milk. Gus jumps up and says; “No, Daddy. I’m meeting with Mr. Leo Brown and I haven’t closed the deal yet.”

Gus then crawls back up onto Leo’s lap and looks at his dad and says, “I guess you can stay.” 

But then Brian notices the canvases and questions where they came from. Gus turns and faces Leo, begging him not to tell. Leo simply says; “I believe from your junior art director.” 

Brian wheels closer and inspects them as Gus tries to hide them but he’s too short to block them. “Daddy, no. Don’t look… They’re a surprise for your wedding.” 

“From who, Gus?”

Brian still didn’t get it, they were really good paintings and he can’t believe that they’re getting wedding presents already - the wedding isn’t until the end of February and the invitations haven’t even gone out yet. That’s just another thing that they’re behind on. 

“I… Daddy, I made them.”

“With Justin?”

“No, without him. It was a surprise…”

“Wow, Gus, I love them. You did so well I can’t believe it.” 

Brian’s truly taken with his son and his artistic ability. By this time Gus has crawled up into Brian’s lap and Brian kisses his forehead and hairline, telling him how much he loves and will always treasure them. Justin joins them for a few minutes and Leo’s all smiles as he congratulates them and makes them promise to invite him to the wedding.

Once Justin and Gus have left the library Brian and Leo sit and talk for a couple of hours. When he finally leaves, Brian has signed a contract to advertise Brown’s new women’s athletic equipment and sportswear. Leo would also like to use Gus’s modern paintings as a design pattern on the sportswear, hand weights, exercise balls, headbands and socks. 

The new women’s line of products will be a real coup for Kinnetik and Brian can’t help feeling so proud that Leo wanted Gus’s designs - but he had to turn Leo down on that idea because they were made as wedding presents. Brian assures Leo that the art department will create a half dozen or so design for the new line with the same feel as Gus’s paintings so there’s nothing to worry about. 

~~~~

“I’m pulling my hair out as Brian and I firm up the Christmas dinner menu which seems to be growing as fast as the guest list; Michael, Ben, Ted, Blake, Em and Guest, Deb, Carl, Vic, Rodney, Cynthia, Wayne, Bruce and his wife, Mel, Lindsay, Gus, Jennifer, Tucker, Molly, Marco and his partner, Brian and me. Twenty four. Oh God! My nerves are shot…!” 

“Brian, can we please decide on the damn menu? So far I have…” 

“Not now, I have an appointment…”

“Tonight, promise.”

“I promise.” 

~~~~ 

I don’t know why but I needed to see my mother and I didn’t want it to be a big deal. I had no idea how it would go so I didn’t tell Justin. I know that was wrong of me but if things go alright I’ll tell him. So I’m waiting in the small private section of Nathan’s, her favorite restaurant from when we were kids. I’m actually nervous about seeing her, it’s been over two years and I don’t expect it to go well.

I don’t stand to greet her and I can tell she’s insulted but she’ll understand before she leaves. I smile and ask her to have a seat. She says; “You must be doing well; you sent a car service to pick me up.”

I can’t start with ‘I didn’t want you to drive drunk’ - that might not go over too well. I smile and say, “I’m so glad you could see me; I know it’s been a while. I know we don’t see eye to eye on so many things but I’m hoping we can put our differences aside.”

“Brian, what’s this about? Are you sick? Do you have that AIDS disease?”

“No, Mom, I’m going to live… I just thought…” 

Brian turns his head to the side wishing he hadn’t asked to see her, wondering why he thought it might be different. He looks back and says, “No, Mom, I’m fine. I just wanted to see you, wanted to take you some place nice. I wanted a chance to know you as a person, as an adult and I thought you might want to know your grandchildren.”

Joan covers her heart with her hand “Grandchildren. Oh my God, Brian! Really?” A few tears run down her face and she slowly says, “You have a child?” as she dries her eyes with a handkerchief.

“I have a son, Gus who’s five years old and a child due the first of April.” Brian goes on to tell her about him and Justin and their plans to marry. He asks if she remembers him from when she stopped by that time with the chocolate cake. He even thanks her for bringing it by because it really is his favorite cake and it’s one of the few things she does for him that’s kind.

It was enough to break the ice. He tells her that he’s started his own business and has invested wisely and asks how she’s doing financially? She blushes and says that it’s become too much for her to handle her checking account and she was hoping Clair might start managing her bills. Brian says that he’ll have his accountant handle it for her.

Brian asks how Clair and the boys are just to make conversation and is surprised by his mother’s admission concerning Jack. It seems that Clair has married someone like Jack that takes out his anger on his wife and children. She whispers; “I always believed that John Sr. was a good man, that he knew what was right. Clair never mentioned anything until after he left her.”

“I understood how she could hide something like that; you feel so embarrassed and ashamed. I was always so afraid someone would find out about your father. I never meant for him to hurt you, Brian. I’m so sorry. I should have stood up to him, but I was too frightened.”

“I never thought about the fact that he was probably beating you as well as Clair.”

“I wasn’t a very good mother. I should have protected you and your sister more; I wanted you so badly when I was pregnant with you. I just assumed that Jack would come around; I never though he would become more violent. I tried to protect you and Clair but once you both were older he just shoved me aside and went after you. I’m so sorry, Brian.”

“I want to forgive you, but I might need some time. I really struggled with my childhood fears. I… I have a lot of issues because of the way I dealt with how he beat me and I withdrew emotionally. You’re not supposed to be stoic, callous and cynical by ten.” 

“Brian, I’m so sorry…”

Brian believes his mother and starts looking at her through different eyes. Jack was a strong man, a tall man and not one you could ignore or walk away from. I remember my mother always wearing big dark sunglasses and cardigan sweaters all the time as a kid, but it never occurred to me that she was hiding scars and bruises inside and out. 

“I know, Mom. I understand now hard it was for you. But you have to know that leaving would have been better.”

“Brian, I could never get a divorce. The church doesn’t really approve and I didn’t have any skills to support you and your sister. Jack was always a pushy man and he was a pushy young man as well. I met him on a double date when I was just fifteen and as I’m sure you must have figured out by now I was pregnant when I got married.”

“I want you to understand I always tried to do what was expected of me. I came from a lower middle class family in this steel town and I had no future at anything, considering I was pregnant and married by sixteen. I didn’t know Jack would turn into a mean drunk as he got older. When we were kids he would sneak beers from his Dad but I never thought it would lead to him drinking everyday.”

“Mom”

“No, Brian I know what you think, but I’ve changed since you’ve seen me. Did you notice I didn’t order wine with lunch? I’ve been sober for seventeen months and I feel so much better and have so much more energy.”

“I’m glad for you, Mom, I really am. I want you to be as healthy as possible. I now have a much better understanding about taking care of yourself and your body.”

Lunch proceeded along nicely and in the end Brian never did tell his mother about the accident. He just didn’t know how to bring it up so he let it ride for a little while longer. He signaled to her driver when lunch was over and he was actually able to stand in place, holding the table and back of the booth, looking relatively natural as he said good bye to his mother. At the last minute he invited her and Clair for Christmas dinner. 

He had no idea what came over him but felt the need to try and be a better son and at least try and help his mother if she could accept him as he is. She smiled nervously and tentatively accepted his invitation for the holiday, saying that John and Peter were a handful at best. 

Brian signaled to Bruce who brought his wheelchair and helped him out of the restaurant. Brian didn’t know what he was feeling after his lunch with his mother so he just instructed him to drive around through the rolling hills surrounding his home as he contemplated a new relationship with his mother.

~~~~

Justin sits in Starbuck’s, nursing a latte, feeling overwhelmed by life. Finally Daphne shows up and looks at him questionably. 

“What’s wrong with you? You’re paler than normal - as white as a ghost.”

“I feel nauseous…”

“Did you eat something bad?”

“About the wedding…”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know…”

“What, what are you talking about?”

“I’m having second thoughts…”

“Oh, Justin, you’re just having…what do they call that??? Cold feet… Everything will be okay.”

“I don’t know. I’m just feeling overwhelmed, planning Christmas and the wedding. But I can’t stop thinking about how I’m only twenty three and I’ll be married. I’ve never traveled to Europe or even explored the United States.”

“You forgot about becoming a father in there somewhere and the love of your life.”

“Terry, this guy from my life drawing class has been to Europe the last two summers and he’s going again this summer. Just hitch hiking around and painting and drawing, it sounds like it would be great.”

“Terry???”

“I mentioned him; we did that mural for Professor Walton’s class together last term.”

“Justin, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing… it’s just he’s so full of life and energy. We really seem to click when we work together.”

“So, I guess because you two are so close he’s met Brian and been to the house. Is he coming to the wedding?”

“Daph… He’s a free spirit and thinks getting married is lame; he thinks I’m too young…”

“Who are you and where’s Justin? Are you crazy? You just got everything you ever wanted and now you question it. You don’t deserve it, you arrogant little bastard.”

“I’m just scared, Daph, that’s all. What if I can’t do it? What if it’s too much for me and I start to resent Brian and all his needs?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Terry said that after a few years of marriage things will look a lot different than now. That I’ll be unsatisfied and feel trapped; that it will suck the life out of me. That it already is…”

“Who the fuck is TERRY? He doesn’t know you or what you want. Have you kissed him?”

“What! No, no, not really.”

“What! What’s wrong with you?”

“I was just feeling overwhelmed and needed someone to talk with and he was there.”

“Does he want to fuck you?”

“Daphne!”

“Well, does he?”

“Yeah, yeah, but I stopped it before it got that far.”

“Got that far, how far did it get?”

“We made out and I let him blow me… I almost let him fuck me… I wanted him to. I wanted it hard and rough, to be dominated. What’s wrong with me, Daph? Why do I want to cheat on him?”

Daphne just looks at him and thinks she can’t believe him; he’s going to lose it all because of more foolish little words. She wants to get up and walk out on him. She hates him because she can almost see that he’s leaving for his next adventure. But he won’t find what he’s looking for because it’s trapped deep inside of him. 

~~~~

Justin bolts straight up in, covered in a cold sweat, shaking. He feels Brian’s hand on his back calming him, asking him what’s wrong. Justin just whispers; “I had a bad dream…” 

“About?”

Daphne and I were at Starbucks and I was talking about some guy named Terry, but I don’t even know anyone named Terry.” 

“Uh huh, what about him?”

Justin looks at Brian and says, “He was in some of my classes and we worked on a mural. It was a strange dream.”

“And that upset you?”

“No… He questioned my choices and made me realize what I have and what I don’t.”

“That sounds serious, should I be concerned? 

“No, no, not at all. I have no problem with my choices.”

Of course Justin wants to talk with Dr. Wilder about it the next day because the truth is it scares him a little. Would he grow resentful? Would he see his life as a sacrifice? Would living a lifetime with Brian’s disability be too much for him to bear? Did he want to be with other men? Or was this all just pre-wedding jitters?

He cuddles up against Brian, saying, “Just hold me tight.”

TBC…