Title: Christmas Presents…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3870
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion, Lust, M-Preg…
Beta Queen: BigJ52
Banner: aaa_mazing
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Summary: Brian and Justin take a vacation in warm sunny Florida, but end up returning expectantly…
Chapter Nine ~ Life’s A Beach…
“Daddy, are we going on an arrow-plane?”
“It’s airplane, and yes, we’ll be flying to Florida.”
“I never been on an airplane before.”
“Are you scared? There’s no reason to be frightened, Gus.”
“I not scared, Daddy. I excited.”
“It’s I’m. I’m not scared, I’m excited.”
“Is Justy scared, Daddy?”
“No, Sonny Boy. He just has an upset tummy. Don’t worry, he’ll be okay.”
Their flight was rather uneventful, but the flight attendants were more than enamored with the boys. They couldn’t stop fussing over Gus, treating him like a prince. He had waffles with fresh strawberries, bacon and sausage on the side, with chocolate milk. First class has its privileges. They couldn’t believe how good Jamie was. He was the perfect baby, and he never even made a sound. You know how babies can be on airplanes, but he was a little angel.
Justin and Jamie slept for most of the flight, while Gus and Brian looked out the windows, spotting all the tiny people and houses upon their departure and arrival. Gus was fascinated about being up so high in the air, and he really got a kick out of flying through the clouds. By the time they landed, Justin’s queasy stomach had subsided, and it was a beautiful warm sunny day. It felt good to leave all the cold winter weather behind.
They decided to play things by ear, not having a strict schedule to adhere to. But they did plan on taking Gus to the Safari Wilderness Ranch to see all the exotic animals. And to the water park where both he and Justin want to play on the water slide. Since Gus will be coming back down every other week, Justin suggested they go to the aquarium, and the exhibit of classic cars. He’ll surely come up with a few more outings over the next couple of weeks.
Brian’s POV
Next week, after Gus is back in Pittsburgh, Justin wants to see the Bok Tower Gardens and do a little sketching so he can paint on the beach later. They also have a moonlight carillon concert every evening, and Mr. Romantic wants to attend. I don’t mind humoring him. I know he loves these things. There was a time when I wouldn’t even consider doing this kind of thing. But I now realize that keeping him happy, keeps him very attentive to my needs.
The condo we rented is right on the beach, you literally step right out the door into paradise. Gus is in awe, he’s never been any place tropical, or seen the ocean before. Once we’re settled in and unpacked, we head out for lunch and then do a little shopping.
Before we can lounge around in the sand, we have to get the boys some swim trunks, sunscreen and beach toys. Jamie and Gus will need clothes more suited for summer, as well as a sun hat or two for Jamie. Of course that’s not a problem, as I love to shop and Justin and I can use a few new articles of beachwear ourselves.
Justin seems to be feeling better, or at least his appetite has returned. He thinks he just has a touch of the flu, but he doesn’t seem to have all the usual aliments that accompany the flu. So I’m beginning to think he’s not sick at all, just suffering from morning sickness. I know how dreadful that can be, having suffered from it myself not so long ago. But I’ll keep my suspicions to myself for now. That way we can celebrate next week when it’s just the two of us. I’m mean three of us.
I’m feasting on a big seafood salad with all the local delicacies from the ocean delighting my taste buds. Gus is so excited, he’s having shrimp again. He had it for the first time on New Year’s Eve, and now he’s a true connoisseur. Justin of course is devouring his fish and chips, having an increased appetite, if that’s even possible. But I’m not worried; he’ll probably be one of those people that doesn’t have to worry about losing his baby fat, unlike me.
My cell phone rings just as we’re finishing up lunch. It’s Maria, our housekeeper and now nanny. I gave her an extended paid vacation for all her help with my pregnancy and Jamie, after he was born. She’s also here in Florida, visiting her sister and her family. I made plans with her to help us out while we’re here vacationing, and then she’ll return with us back to Pittsburgh in February. She’s thrilled because this also gives her another six weeks to spend with her family.
By the time we make it back from lunch and shopping, both Gus and Justin are exhausted and need a nap. I use this time to get online and check in with Ted and Cynthia. Ted informs me that Michael knows about the charity auction, but he doesn’t think he’s put two and two together, realizing that it’s his old collection that’s being auctioned off.
I can’t help worrying about how he’s doing, not that I’m still not angry at him for everything that’s happened. But I do wish he’d pull his life together, and start making wiser choices. Apparently after much prompting from Ben he put in an application at the Liberty Bakery, the same one Vic worked at for so many years. They decided to give him a chance, even though he has no experience. They remember Vic fondly, and want to help Michael get back on his feet.
He’ll be going through an apprenticeship, training with the head baker for the first six months. Even though it seems like a relative easy job, there’s a lot to learn about food chemistry and techniques. So he’ll be learning to produce some of the more delicate cakes, tortes, and pies. They’re in the process of expanding their business to include confectionery, adding a line of chocolates, truffles and toffees.
As much as Michael dragged his feet, complaining about working at night, and having to learn a new skill, he’s done really well. It seems to come easy to him, and he actually enjoys baking. He feels a real sense of pride in his creations. Ben couldn’t be happier that he’s finally found a trade that suits him. Having found Vic’s old recipe book, he’s been practicing at home, impressing both Debbie and Carl.
~~~
Ted’s done some preliminary work scouting out a few new clients for Kinnetik: Skinz, a swimsuit company; Wetwear, a wetsuit company; Funfix, a Jet Ski company, and Cocoa Beach, a sunscreen company. I told Justin that I might take a few afternoons to approach several businesses for advertising. I just hope he isn’t upset, or feels abandoned. I’m pretty sure he’ll be able to use the time to paint, or visit museums, knowing how much he loves that. This is the first time I’ve ever taken this much time off from work. I guess I’m getting a little antsy, feeling like I need to keep my toes wet, so I don’t get rusty.
But we’ve come a long ways since he’s taken it personally, and he now knows it’s just business. So I don’t expect a hissy fit with him running off to Vermont again. Although I now know I should have explained to him the predicament I was in with Gardner Vance and losing my job. I’ve learned to communicate with him so there’s no misunderstanding. Or I should say I’m learning. He’d tell you I wasn’t very forthcoming about my pregnancy, but I’m learning.
I feel his arms circle around my neck as he stands behind me and snuggles his face into my hair.
“The sunset is going to be beautiful. I want to take some pictures with you and the boys.”
I can only imagine how many pictures he’s going to take during our vacation, but I’m okay with it. I understand he’s still in that ‘I’m a new father mode.’ And he wants to capture every moment on film. Although I do remember him during the Stockwell days joking about staying home and looking at pictures of the kids. Only now I think that just might happen. And I’m actually okay with that. I guess it’s different when they’re your own kids, and I have to admit my boys are completely adorable.
“Do you want to go out to eat, or I should just go and pick something up?”
“It might be easier to pick something up; we’ve done a lot of running around today already. And this way we don’t have to get the kids ready to go out.”
“Sounds good. Maria should be by tomorrow, and she can shop and stock up the cupboards and fridge.”
He’s smiling so I know he wants to cook. We’ve been on the go so much since he’s been home. I know he just wants to relax and hang out; he really is a homebody.
He kisses my neck as he climbs around to the front of my chair and sits on my lap.
“I love you, Mr. Kinney.”
“You too.”
He just looks deeply into my eyes and it sets my heart on fire.
“I love you too, Mr. Taylor.”
I didn’t think it was possible for him to smile any broader, but he is. He’s happy I actually said those three little words. And the truth is, I do. I do love him and it’s getting easier to say it all the time.
“You know, I think I saw a barbeque place just a few blocks away when we drove in this afternoon. How’s that sound?”
Honestly? It sounds fattening. But…
“Is that what you want? Ribs?”
There’s that smile again, he’s so easy to please.
“Yeah, maybe you should get some chicken too in case Gus doesn’t like ribs.”
Or he wants it for a midnight snack. I’m so onto him.
“And you should probably get some coleslaw, potato salad, and chips. Oh, and brownies, and see if they have any of those yogurt-covered pretzels.”
Yep. He’s definitely pregnant.
“Whatever you want. I’m guessing you want Coca Cola too?”
“Yeah, and you might want to find a place that sells coffee. I know how you are when you don’t get your French roast in the morning.”
“Me?”
“Okay, I guess I mean both of us. Oh and some milk and cereal for Gus, and Oreos too.”
“Are you sure I don’t need to go grocery shopping?”
“You’d do that for me?”
I just grin back at him. I know if I don’t, I’ll have to be making a late-night run for Snickers and ice cream, and who knows what else he’ll come up with.
~~~
Justin’s POV
Both Gus and Jamie are fast asleep, all tucked in for the night. I find Brian sitting out on the patio, sipping a glass of chardonnay. He looks relaxed so I think getting away from Pittsburgh will do him some good. He’s been extremely stressed for a while now. I can only imagine how horrible it was for him having to deal with all his friends ganging up on him. Trying to convince him to give up his parental rights, especially after having just carried, and then given birth to Jamie.
I’m still struggling with the fact that they ended up in court over all of this. Thank goodness gay rights have finally gotten a fair shake in the judicial system. He was so happy when the judge didn’t even blink, giving him his just due. I was a little worried about what the girls might have brought up, considering Brian’s past indiscretions. He really is a good father, and he loves his sons.
I still feel like I need to be pinched. I can hardly believe that I’m a father. And hopefully, keeping my fingers crossed, I’ll be a father again sometime in the next year or so. There’s a part of me that thinks maybe I might be pregnant right now. Maybe I don’t have a touch of the flu, maybe it’s really morning sickness. But of course I have no idea what that feels like, and it would be really fast so I doubt that.
I grab a bag of chips and join Brian out on the lounge chair, lying with my head in his lap.
“Justin! Must you eat those chips lying down? You’re going to get crumbs and little grease stains on my clothes.”
I reach up and feed him one of my sour cream and onion Ruffles. They taste even better than usual, all crunchy, and nice and salty. He rolls his eyes but he eats the chip, because I know he loves them as much as I do. He just doesn’t give in to his desires as easily as I do.
“You know I can think of something else that would be all nice and salty on your tongue.”
I respond by rubbing my head against his. Then I turn my head and unzip him using my teeth. I know he wants to complain that I’m getting grease all over his trousers, but he’s too excited to care by now. He’s so easy sometimes, or maybe he just missed me and my playful gestures. He takes the bag of chips and continues to eat them while I start licking, and teasing him with my wet warm mouth.
He arches his back, springing his firm member completely out of his pants, giving me better access to complete my task at hand. Soon he’s moaning as I take him deep down my throat, loving the feel of him sliding against my silky mouth. I run my lips up and down his shaft, and then I finally start working him with earnest. I pump him in and out of my mouth in long smooth strokes, letting his plump head hit the back of my throat.
He’s getting louder, as the couple walking down the beach can hear him as he echoes into the darkness. Thank goodness we’re sitting in the dark, although I doubt he’d be embarrassed if they saw us. Always an exhibitionist. I swish my tongue across his slit and feel him thrust forward a little. He’s getting close as he’s now abandoned the chips and is fisting my hair, holding me in place as he takes over pumping himself against my firm cheeks. His head automatically leans back, resting on the back of the cushion, as he moans my name and shoots down my throat.
“Aaa-mazing”
I release him and snuggle my face into his crotch, kissing his slippery cock which makes him jump a little, as he’s still ultra-sensitive to my touch.
“You have the most amazing mouth.”
“Well, you did teach me everything I know.”
We relax, listening to the waves crashing on the beach. It’s still seventy degrees out, and a perfect evening to just cuddle with one another. I know Brian Kinney doesn’t cuddle, but really he does; he just doesn’t know it.
I awake several hours later as I hear Jamie through the baby monitor; it’s time for his two am feeding. I gently roll out of Brian’s arms, leaving him sound asleep, as I go and rock Jamie while I wait for his bottle to warm. He’s truly the most beautiful baby, but of course I’m biased. After all he does look like both Brian and myself.
~~~
Brian’s POV
I wake to Gus calling me, as I pull myself out of a sound sleep. I’m in the master bedroom, although I have no memory of coming to bed.
“Pink! Pink, Daddy! Pink!”
I can’t fathom what he’s talking about but he’s excited, so I find the strength to keep my eyelids open as I make my way out into the living room. He’s standing at the patio door jumping up and down with delight.
“Pink, Daddy! Pink! Pink birds! There’s hundreds of them!”
And he’s right. There’s literally hundreds of pink flamingoes outside on the beach, feeding in the reeds. Justin already has his camera out taking pictures, and I can just imagine a painting or two of all this pinkness. Justin tells Gus to keep it down, or he might scare them off. It seems both my boys are captivated with the morning wildlife. I make my way to the kitchen, grateful there’s a huge pot of coffee already brewed.
I peek down at Jamie cooing away in his little baby carrier. I’m also grateful he’s the happiest baby in the world. We didn’t have time yesterday, but today we need to get him a crib, stroller, and all the other baby things an infant needs. Justin wanted to pack everything and bring it all with us, but I opted for just buying everything we need once we got here. I set my coffee down on the end table, and take Jamie out and rock him in his rocking chair. That’s one thing Justin insisted on buying yesterday; he was worried that Jamie would be fussy and need it to calm him down.
Gus and Justin are eating Oreos, dunking them in their milk while watching the flamingoes. I can tell this pregnancy is going to have a ripple effect on Gus and his eating habits. I want to yell at them to eat breakfast first, but I have a feeling Justin’s going to be indulging in whatever fancies him at the moment. I look down and see the Wall Street Journal sitting on the coffee table, and I’m happy to see that my subscription has started already.
An hour later Jamie is bored with all of us, and is fast asleep again, while Gus and Justin have polished off the whole packet of Oreos, and now plan on having pancakes. What can I say? They’re on vacation and no doubt will be passed out in a sugar coma in no time, leaving me to read through the business proposals Ted has emailed me for approval.
Maria’s here unpacking all the groceries while I try and put together Jamie’s crib and stroller. I should have remembered from putting these together at home that it takes an engineering degree to complete them. Meanwhile Gus is playing on the beach making sand castles, and Justin has Jamie all dressed up in his shorts and tee-shirt, complete with sun bonnet. All three of them are slathered with sunscreen, laughing and loving the warm January day in sunny Florida.
I can’t help but sneak a few photos of the three of them playing in the sun. What can I say? I’m a new father and I’m not immune to the cuteness of my little family. Besides, it will delight Justin to know that I’m actually human when it comes to being an indulgent father. Maria has lunch ready, and all of us sit at the picnic table, enjoying the crab cakes and fresh fruit that she’s made for us.
I’ve made dinner reservations for us at Fishbone Grill. Maria’s agreed to sit for the kids tonight and it will be nice for Justin and I to go on a real date. It’s been awhile since I’ve treated him to a night out, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Later we’ll go dancing at Blurr nightclub. It’s time we shook our booties and let loose a little. Besides I miss dancing with him, feeling like we’re the only couple on a crowded dance floor.
~~~
Michael didn’t get home until late morning, having spent some extra time learning how to make the perfect pie crust. They like to make it a little healthier by rolling the crust out on wheat-germ, giving it a nice nutty flavor. He’s surprised when he gets home and finds Debbie sitting with Ben, blotting his forehead and checking his fever. He’s refused to go to the hospital, too worried about the expense because he has no health insurance.
Michael senses the somber mood, and tries desperately to get Ben to be reasonable. It isn’t until he starts drifting in and out of consciousness that Debbie finally calls an ambulance. He’s immediately admitted to the hospital and taken to the ICU. They hook up an IV to help with his dehydration, and start running tests. Michael’s pacing in the hallway, waiting and worried about Ben’s health. Debbie’s in the Waiting Room updating Hunter, Emmett, Ted, Mel and Lindsay.
Unfortunately it doesn’t look good; he’s now in a coma and his diagnosis is poor. HIV has taken its toll, and his T-cell count is nonexistent. They’re monitoring his condition, but they don’t expect him to live much more than a day or so. Michael’s devastated and lost, wishing that he hadn’t terminated his friendship with Brian. He could really use a best friend and a shoulder to cry on.
Of course Ted and Emmett try to do everything they can think of to console him during this dark time. Ted finally calls Brian to let him know that Ben has passed away. He went quick, much quicker than the doctor expected, and Michael’s not handling it well. He never saw it coming. Ben just didn’t seem that sick to him, and he was sure he’d bounce back.
~~~
Brian’s cell phone rings in the middle of the night; he answers it and is shocked by the news. He goes out into the living room to take the call, and for the first time since he found out he was pregnant he wants a cigarette. But he’s persuaded Justin to quit, knowing the second-hand smoke is bad for the baby. He listens patiently as Ted goes through all the gruesome details, and then he has Ted make arrangements for Ben’s funeral. He knows that Michael’s in no condition to, or able to afford it.
Determined not to let this derail their vacation, Brian decides that they’ll all go back to Pittsburgh for a couple days and then return to warm sunny Florida. Maria will go with them to look after all the kids, including Jenny Rebecca. They’re too young to understand what’s happened, but it will be a comfort for the girls to have everyone together while they grieve. Hopefully they’ll allow Gus to return to Florida with them, understanding that it’s what is best for him.
It isn’t until late Friday evening that Brian and Justin make it to Deb’s. Michael’s a mess, but he’s grateful to see Brian. Even though nothing’s changed between them, Brian lends a supportive shoulder for Michael to cry on. Hunter’s still in shock; he didn’t know that Ben was even sick. They decided not to tell him, thinking he’d get better soon. Somehow it’s worse this time. Maybe because with Vic he had a reprieve. Everyone knew in the back of their minds that it was always a possibility but with Ben it just happened so fast.
Brian holds Michael, and he’s finally able to cry, really cry and let all his guilt dissipate. Brian’s there for him, for whatever it takes to get him through all of this. Who knows? Maybe there’s hope for them to rekindle their friendship after all?
TBC…
