Title: Christmas Presents…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 2919
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion, Lust, M-Preg…
Beta Queen: BigJ52
Banner: aaa_mazing
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, 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…
Summary: Jealousy and envy go hand in hand…
Chapter Sixteen ~ Oh Yes I Did…
We loaded all our suitcases into the elevator, along with Jamie’s fancy stroller and with a box of Krispy Crème doughnuts that Justin absolutely had to have, once he saw the kiosk at the airport. His cravings and mood swings are happening more frequently than I remember mine being. But then again, I’ve always been demanding and unpredictable even when I wasn’t pregnant. He’s already hyped up on sugar from eating two doughnuts on the way home from the airport, and there’s still ten in the box. This was going to be a fun day.
I unlock the loft door for him as he carries Jamie and his precious doughnuts in, leaving me to take all the luggage down to our new bedroom. What can I say? Pregnancy has its privileges. I remember being pregnant and Michael always making a fuss, constantly underfoot. I guess I should have seen it then that he never gave up hope of us being together, so eager to play father to my unborn child. I can only imagine how that must have made Ben feel.
After I’ve dragged all the suitcases into the newly remodeled loft, I open them on the bed and put everything away. Unpacking doesn’t take very long. Almost everything was dirty clothes and Jamie’s toys. I’m still trying to figure out how a ten week old could need so many toys, but I guess that’s partly my fault. Both Justin and I tend to buy him everything that looks cute and adorable, or is educational, although we know he’s too young to play with them.
Coming back upstairs I find Justin’s changing Jamie’s diaper, so I check the answering machine. There really shouldn’t be very many messages because everyone knew we were on vacation. But of course that’s not the case; there’s several from my sister Claire, and even one from my mother. And what seems like dozens from Michael, him telling me how sorry he is about everything, and how he wants to make up. I guess he must have thought that I was checking my messages while I was in Florida, and waiting for me to return his calls. And of course there’s one from Deb making sure we know that she expects us at dinner tonight, after all it is Sunday night.
Justin is patently waiting for me, he wants to see the newly remodeled loft together. Even though I just walked through it to the master suite I didn’t really look around, so we descend the stairway together until we reach the family room. It’s beautiful, all the new furniture looks great and the remodeled kitchen is perfect. It gives us a place on the lower floor to heat up Jamie’s bottle, and there’s a new bar area for entertaining. Next we poke our heads into Gus’s bedroom and I know he’ll love it; it’s playful yet functional. We’ve incorporated storage for all his toys, and a little desk area where he can draw and eventually do homework.
There’s a bathroom that connects to Jamie’s nursery. Justin chose a soft creamy butter color for the walls and white furniture. Again there’s lots of storage cabinets built in, and a changing station. The room is big enough to have another crib set up for when the new baby comes. Next we look into the newly remodeled master bedroom and bath. We put in a huge shower like upstairs and a Jacuzzi tub. Justin fell in love with the one we had in the condo on vacation.
I insisted on having a huge walk-in closet, one that’s as big as the bedroom itself. There’s built-in cabinets and drawers all around the room; we each have our own side, although I already plan on commandeering part of Justin’s side for my extensive shoe collection and designer suits. This way the bedroom itself is very open, without having any dressers. There’s a small gas fireplace that’s set in between the tall windows and a small seating area to relax in.
My office is large, again with built-in cabinets, bookcases and a plasma screen for video conferencing with the office. There’s a large mahogany desk and burgundy leather chairs set up in front. Last but not least is Justin’s studio. The outside wall is a solid row of windows that lets in lots of light for painting. He has granite counter tops across two walls, one with a sink to clean up his brushes. There’s storage cabinets below, with a tall cabinet at the end to store all his canvases and paintings. We also had a shower put in so he doesn’t track paint back through the house.
The one thing I like best about the remodel is we put in an intercom and stereo system. You can flick a switch and listen to what’s going on in every room, as well as pump music throughout both floors. The builders did a great job, and I’ll have to remember to tell Jennifer how much we appreciate her managing the remodel. It’s so great to come home and have everything completed. It would have been hell to have all the work men in and out all the time, with a small baby and Justin being nauseous all the time; he really needs his rest.
It’s already getting late, and as much as I’d like to take a nap, well not exactly a nap… There really isn’t time, we’re already late for dinner at Deb’s. So we load up all of Jamie’s paraphernalia into the jeep and head over to the inquisition that’s sure to ensue. He isn’t even all the way through the door when we hear everyone yell ‘surprise’! I jump about a foot in the air, startled by everyone’s enthusiastic welcome.
He just smiles at everyone, as he zones in on the buffet set up on the counter. Everyone is welcoming us home, hugging us, and asking how Florida was. I can’t help asking why they felt they needed to throw us a welcome home party.
Emmett hits me in the arm and says, “It’s a surprise baby shower!”
That’s when I see the many presents stacked up over by the sofa, and Cynthia with an assortment of friends and employees from both Babylon and Kinnetik.
“How in the Hell do you all know about Justin’s pregnancy?”
“Mom! You promised not to tell anyone!”
“I didn’t, Sweetheart, but you just did…”
“Oh my God, baby! You’re pregnant?”
“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”
Now everyone is talking at once, and they’re all back to hugging and kissing him, congratulating us, and Emmett’s close to crying. Everyone’s overjoyed except Michael, he looks pissed. And to tell you the truth I’m kind of surprised to see Michael here. Last time I saw him, he wasn’t even talking to me he was so bent out of shape, but then again he did leave me all those messages.
Lindsay looks rather upset as well, but she has no right to be. Neither one of them has a right to object. It’s none of their business what Justin and I do, or don’t do. We’re a couple, an engaged couple at that. But that doesn’t stop Michael and his tirade that’s about to break loose.
“So! I guess this is another accident! Did the condom break again?”
Now the room is very quiet…
“No, Mikey”
“No? You mean you planned this?”
“Well yeah… Kind of… I mean, we expected it. Since we stopped using condoms.”
“What? Why?”
“Why? Why do you think, Mikey?”
“But! But you always said, never! Never let anyone fuck without a condom! You never know where their dick’s been!”
“Yeah well… Things change.”
“What things?”
“If you must know, I asked Justin to marry me.”
“What! No way! How did he manipulate you into doing that? No doubt some romantic midnight stroll on the beach?”
Debbie yells, “That’s enough, Michael!”
“But Ma! Everybody knows Brian hates marriage!”
“Actually Michael, I asked Justin at Christmas, and we decided right at that time, we wanted another kid. So after being away from each other for almost a year, we never went back to using them.”
“This is total bullshit!”
Another flash of anger crosses Michael’s face as he focuses on Justin’s diamond ring.
“You bought him a ring!”
Now everyone’s looking at Justin’s hand, oohing, and aahing with approval. Well, everyone except Michael and Lindsay.
“I can’t believe you bought him a ring!”
“That’s what people do when they get engaged, Mikey.”
Justin appears next to Brian, puts his hand on his shoulder and tries to get him to just drop it. Michael’s secret longing for Brian isn’t much of a secret. Everyone’s known about it forever. The only one he’s been fooling is himself.
“Wow! Look at all that food! I’m starving, let’s eat…”
“Of course you are! Now we wouldn’t want junior to go hungry…”
Justin punches Brian in the arm, grateful for the light banter breaking the tension in the air.
Debbie seconds the motion. “Justin’s right. Let’s eat before all the food gets cold.”
Michael’s still angry about the news and sneaks outside to cool down. His feelings are hurt and it doesn’t make him feel any better finding out that Brian and Justin have truly made a commitment to each other.
Brian goes outside to talk with Michael, they need to get a few things straight.
“Come on, Mikey, you’re not going to stay out here all night feeling sorry for yourself, are you?”
He just stands there pouting, with his arms folded across his chest.
“What are you so upset about?”
“You wouldn’t understand!”
“Is it because I asked him to marry me and I bought him a ring? Or is it because we stopped using condoms?”
He just looks solemn, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“Oh God! Don’t tell me you’re jealous… You can’t still be carrying around that silly adolescent schoolboy crush!”
“You just don’t get it, do you?”
“God, Mikey! That was so long ago, and nothing even happened. It meant nothing! Why are you clinging so desperately to a memory of something that never happened?”
“It’s not supposed to be this way.”
Brian refuses to be manipulated. He should have made it blatantly obvious long ago, but he didn’t want to hurt Michael’s feelings. But Michael knows damn well how he feels about Justin, and he just can’t coddle him any longer.
“How about my feelings, Michael? Do they count at all? Do I get a say in my own future?”
Silence.
“I’m not doing this, Michael! It’s time you stopped all this ridiculous pining for me and accept that it’s never going to happen.”
“But Brian…”
“You need to stop all your whining, and insidious behavior towards Justin. I’m going back inside to the party. You do whatever you have to do...”
Everyone’s eating, enjoying the feast that Deb spent all day making. Emmett’s telling everyone one of his southern gothic tales from his wild teenage youth. They all act like they don’t notice Brian rejoin them at the table, although everyone knew what he went out to say to Michael. Sometimes you have to just pull the band-aid off, no matter how much it hurts.
After dinner they’re all eating cake and ice cream while Brian and Justin open their presents. The girls gave them a baby carrier/car seat, Debbie a playpen, Jennifer chose a couple of sheet sets, baby soaps, shampoos and several towels. Molly picked out the bath toys. Everyone else indulged in lots of wind-up toys that played lullabies, little baby dishes, soft cuddly blankets and an assortment of baby clothes. There’s also a baby leather jacket, designer blue jeans, t-shirts, little sweaters and sweatshirts, pajamas, and a bunch of themed outfits - a cowboy outfit, chef’s uniform, doctor’s costume, camouflage fatigues, a sailor’s uniform, overalls, and a little baseball uniform.
“What’s with all the Halloween outfits?”
“Brian… Those are just little layettes. You know, to play and sleep in.”
Brian rolls his eyes as Justin tells everyone, “Ignore him…”
It seems like they opened up presents for hours, and as much as Brian complains about everything, you could tell he was really taken aback by everyone’s generosity. He’s always hated holidays and birthdays, but that stemmed from his parents always ignoring him during those occasions. So he learned to avoid them as a way of protecting himself from the pain of being forgotten. But now that he’s a fulltime father, he’s learned to embrace them, loving to see the joy and excitement on his son’s faces.
But the best present they received was gift baskets for each of them. Justin’s is full of Godiva chocolates, caramels, chocolate-covered cherries, fudge, pistachios, Snickers, Oreos, macadamia nut cookies, popcorn, and a cheese cake. Brian’s basket has cashews, chocolate-covered coffee beans, assorted cheeses, French bread, wine, Jim Beam, massage oils, designer lube and a few porn DVDs. And when no one was looking Ted snuck in a nine-inch dildo for those nights when a little something extra was needed.
There was so much stuff, Brian will need to stop by after work the next day to pick everything else up. After hugging and thanking everyone for everything, they were able to pry Jamie from Deb’s arms and head home. Justin’s beaming he’s so happy about the surprise shower they threw in their honor, although he’s a little worried about Michael. He never came back into the party, apparently leaving without saying good-bye.
“I’m sorry about how things went with Michael.”
“There’s no need for you to feel sorry. I should have done that years ago.”
“Yeah, I know. But he’s your best friend.”
“Was… He was my best friend.”
“But Brian, you can’t just cut him out of your life.”
“We’re obviously not as close as we once were, nor should we be. It’s better for both of us this way. We both need to move on with our lives.”
Justin doesn’t say anymore, he knows how hard this is for Brian. He just wishes that Michael could have taken his blinders off, and accepted that Brian was growing up. Then maybe then they could have stayed friends.
Back at the loft, Justin gets Jamie his bottle and sits rocking him to sleep, as Brian brings in all their gifts. Once Jamie’s down, they go and relax in their new bedroom. Brian turns on the fireplace, and soon the flames are the only light illuminating the room. They lie naked on the bed, curled up together. It’s been a long day and it just feels good to unwind.
Brian can’t help playing with Justin’s hair, loving the soft touch of his silky mane. Justin turns in Brian’s arms and their lips soon find each other. What starts out soft and gentle slowly develops into a deep and passionate kiss. Brian rolls Justin on his back, and nibbles around his neck and collarbone. Justin throws his head back giving Brian better access, as he licks and blows gently into his ear. This sends chills down his spine and his legs naturally circle Brian’s waist. They grind their erections against one another, loving the feelings that are building.
Moments later they break for air, and Brian gently rolls Justin on to his stomach. His tongue glides down his spine, accentuating each and every vertebrae, dipping into the recesses and up across the next ridge. Brian’s breath on his back sends a cooling sensation down the wet path. Moans of delight escape Justin’s throat as he relaxes to Brian’s touch. Anticipation builds the closer he gets to end of his backbone, finding his rosebud quivering with need.
Justin legs fall open to welcome Brian’s wet tongue as he swishes it around the outer folds of delicate skin. Delving deeper he circles around, tickling his tender tissues as he pushes in, penetrating him, making his juices flow with desire. Justin’s moans are growing louder, making his pleasure known as he relaxes, opening up more, patiently waiting for Brian to take him.
Sensing Justin’s eagerness, Brian pulls him up onto his knees, leaving his head and shoulders resting on the mattress. This position leaves Justin at the perfect angle to enjoy the full force of Brian’s thrusting. Brian coats his dick with plenty of lube, then quickly aligns himself, pushing into Justin’s pucker. Brian’s cock is swallowed up as he glides deep into Justin’s chasm, caressing his prostate. Justin practically squeals in delight as Brian’s plump head strokes his prostate, sending vibrations throughout.
Brian’s hands come to rest on Justin’s waist, as he thrusts his hips back and forth. It’s still overwhelming, feeling their flesh glide together to create an intense friction that’s still new to them. Such a beautiful feeling to be this close to each other, sending waves of pleasure spiraling through them. The love they feel for one another builds more and more every time they’re together.
Justin’s body is humming with delight as he’s pulled closer and closer to ecstasy. Brian can tell he’s getting close, hearing him panting. Then his legs shudder and his walls clamp down tight on Brian’s dick, as he falls over the edge. Brian holds Justin tight as he cums, shooting his sperm, filling his ravine. Brian’s forehead rests in the center of Justin’s back until his breathing returns to normal. Then Brian rolls him onto his back, and they hold each other as they drift off to sleep.
TBC…
