Sins of the Father

Chapter 11

The next day Brian and Justin decided to take things easy. It would be their last day before John, Bobby, Patrick and Bree arrived to join them.

They woke late having fucked away a good part of the night. The plan was to spend the day by the pool, soaking up sunshine and gaining as much sleep as possible. The sleep, fuck, sleep plan had worked quite well during their stay in Orlando and they saw no reason to change it at this point.

Having enjoyed his coffee while Justin had brunch, Brian staked out a pair of chairs by the pool. He made sure there was an umbrella for Justin, not wanting that delectable body to get sunburned. They dozed beside the pool until they heard someone saying, "Brian, Justin." That brought them back to reality.

"Hey, Simon, Ken," Brian greeted the two men they had spent a lot of time with since arriving in Orlando. "You two have way too many clothes on to be out here by the pool."

"We're off to do some last minute shopping. We leave tonight," Simon said.

"Oh, that's too bad. I assumed you'd be here until Sunday," Justin said.

"We both decided we'd go home tonight and take Sunday to recuperate," Ken laughed. "I think I need to get some of the alcohol out of my system before I go back to work."

"And here I thought we could have a lost weekend starting tonight," Brian smirked.

"A very tempting offer indeed," Simon smiled. "But I think we better stick to our original plan."

"What time's your flight?" Brian asked.

"Nine tonight."

"Then let us treat you to an early dinner before you go to the airport," Brian suggested.

Simon looked at Ken and they both nodded. "I had been thinking that this might be goodbye," Ken said slowly. "We've really enjoyed spending time with you two. The last thing we expected to find this week was … friends. I hope you don't mind me calling you that."

Justin smiled. "I think that's a beautiful word."

Ken looked at Brian who nodded and said, "Sounds good to me."

Simon and Ken headed out for their shopping while Brian and Justin decided it was time for a dip in the pool. After swimming around for a few minutes, they climbed out and sat along the edge of the pool.

"You can't stay here long; you'll burn," Brian said.

"Jesus, Brian, I'm not a baby."

"You're my baby," Brian smirked.

"Yes, daddy," Justin said in a husky voice.

"Don't call me that," Brian frowned.

"If you're going to act like one, I'll call you one."

"Twat!"

"That's me. Now, I'm staying here for ten minutes, and then I'll get out of the sun.

"Okay," Brian agreed grudgingly. "I'm just doing what's best for you," he grumbled.

"Sometimes, I like to make that judgment for myself," Justin said defiantly.

Brian shook his head but said nothing else. They dangled their feet in the water and leaned back in the sun.

After a minute, Justin said, "Brian, have you had a good time?"

"I always have a good time when I'm with you."

Justin smiled his radiant smile. "I know you didn't really want to go to Disney World, but I'm glad you went … with me."

"It was fine."

"Was it really?"

"If you didn't make me do some of this shit, I'd never experience anything," Brian chuckled.

"So you don't really mind?"

Brian shook his head. "Before I met you, my world consisted of work, Babylon, the diner, the gym and the loft."

"And thousands of tricks," Justin supplied.

"Yeah, those too," Brian chuckled. "The thought of being in Orlando at Disney World wasn't even a blip on my horizon."

"More like Miami and the White Party."

"Yeah."

"So, you never answered me. Do you mind that I brought you here?"

Brian leaned over as if to kiss Justin. Instead he used his bigger size to push Justin back into the pool.

Justin came up sputtering and annoyed. "Hey!" he yelled.

Brian jumped in beside his angry husband, and pulled him struggling into an embrace. "I don't mind at all, little twat. I love you." He then planted a long sensuous kiss on Justin's mouth so that the man couldn't say another word. When the kiss ended, Brian leaned his head against Justin's.

"I think it's time for me to get out of the sun," Justin whispered. "I think I should lie down for a bit … up in our room. Want to come with me?"

Brian nodded and taking Justin's hand they quickly climbed out of the pool.

As they were gathering up their belongings, Justin asked, "You're sure you won't mind coming with me?" Justin's giggle could be heard around the pool.

"Triple twat!" Brian yelled as he chased his husband to the elevator.

Some time later as they lay recuperating on their bed, Brian reached for his cell phone. "I'm going to phone home."

"You just want to talk to Bree," Justin chuckled.

"Do you think she'll answer?"

Justin swatted his husband and then got up to go to the bathroom. He could hear Brian on the phone.

"Bobby, it's Brian. Are you guys ready to come down here tomorrow? That's good. We'll be waiting for you at the airport. Yeah, we've had a good time."

Justin smiled at that statement before he flushed the toilet. He walked back out into the suite in time to hear Brian ask to speak to Bree. He grinned at his husband who scowled back at him. Justin wasn't sure how Brian had made it through a week without their daughter. But he had, and so had Justin. It would be good to have the little one back in his arms tomorrow though.

Justin sat down on the bed and scrunched up against his husband, putting his ear to the phone so he could hear what Bree said.

"Dada?"

"It's me Squirt, and your daddy's right here beside me too."

Bree squealed with delight and called out, "Daddy!"

"I think she's happy to hear from both of us," Brian laughed, as Justin said hello to his little darling.

"Where are you?" Bree asked.

Brian could hear the beginnings of tears in her voice. "One more get-up, Squirt, and then Uncle John and Uncle Bobby are going to bring you on the plane. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Patwick too?" Bree asked.

"Patrick too," Brian assured her. "You're my big, brave girl who goes to school, so I know you'll be good until you get here. I'll be waiting for you."

"Me too, sweetheart," Justin added into the phone.

"Okay, Dada, Daddy. Luv you."

"We love you too, Squirt. See you soon." Brian closed the phone and dropped it onto the night table. "Christ, I miss her."

"Me too," Justin said snuggling up against Brian. "I wish she was here right now." He laid his head on Brian's chest and held on.

"One more get-up," Brian said and raised Justin's head to kiss his mouth. "I guess we better get dressed if we're going to take Ken and Simon to dinner."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

They met Ken and Simon in the lobby and decided to eat at the restaurant in the hotel, since Ken and Simon had already checked out and their luggage was being held for them there. Seated around the table, Ken broached the subject he and Simon had discussed.

"Brian, Justin, we've really enjoyed being with you guys this week. Thanks for making our time in Orlando so enjoyable." They all toasted to that with the drinks that their waiter had just brought.

"We wanted to ask you if you ever get to New York City?" Simon said.

"I do for business occasionally," Brian replied. "Justin has had a couple of shows there."

"Well, we wondered if the next time you came to New York, we could get together. You could even stay at our place. We have a spare room."

"That's really nice of you," Justin smiled. "I don't know how soon a trip to New York might be, but I'd like that."

Brian nodded. "I don't think I've given you my business card." He pulled out one and wrote his home number on the back along with his cell. He handed it to Ken who gave him one of his. Justin and Simon did the same thing.

Dinner was kind of quiet after that, each person knowing that their time together was almost over. They chatted about current events and the drag queens and their trip to Disney, but it all seemed a little sad with the break-up of their little group.

When dinner was finished Brian and Justin put their new friends in a cab and waved goodbye.

"I'll miss them," Justin said,

"Surprisingly, so will I."

Brian put his arm around Justin and they went back into the hotel.

"Brian!" a female voice called. Brian looked around to see a group of the lesbians standing at the entrance to the bar. "Come have a last drink with us," she asked. "We're all leaving early in the morning.

Justin felt Brian groan silently. He pulled his partner over to the group and they all went into the bar.

"We just love you two," Myrna said to Brian. "We'll all miss having you around." All the women nodded their agreement.

Brian opened his mouth, but Justin jumped right in. "It's been … lovely meeting all of you. We hope you have a safe trip home tomorrow."

The waiter took their drink orders and that kept Brian from saying anything untoward.

"When do you leave, Brian?" Myrna asked. She seemed to be the official spokesperson of the group.

"We leave next week. We're going to St. Augustine tomorrow," Justin quickly said.

"Oh, isn't that nice," one of the other women said. Her name might have been Dawn.

"Your little girl will miss you, away for two whole weeks," Myrna stated.

"She's flying in tomorrow," Brian said with a smile.

"All by herself?"

"Fuck no!" Brian reacted.

"Brian's brother is bringing her down here," Justin said quickly.

"Will he be staying with you?" Myrna asked.

Brian nodded, downed his drink and stood up. "We have to go, Sunshine. I have that appointment in three minutes."

"An appointment at this time of night?" Dawn asked.

"An appointment," Brian repeated grabbing Justin's hand and pulling him out of his chair.

"Thanks for the drink," Justin called as he was dragged away. "Brian, that was really rude. You lied. What appointment do you have?"

"The one with your dick … three minutes from now … in our room. We're back on our sleep, fuck, sleep schedule for one more night."

The elevator door closed behind them.

*****

"DADA! Dada, Dada, Dada!" Briana's little voice squealed out across the baggage claim area as Bobby carried her. The little girl spied her father pacing across the floor. Patrick was riding high on John's shoulders as they walked towards their designated baggage carousel.

"Squirt!" Brian shouted as he caught a glimpse of Bobby's red hair and Bree's blond. Briana squirmed her way out of Bobby's arms and ran as fast as her little feet could carry her and into her dada's arms. Brian scooped up the little girl, swung her around then kissed her all over her little face. Briana giggled and cried at the same time. Brian was close to tears himself. With Bree in his arms he grabbed Bobby, hugging him close into his chest and reached out for John and Patrick.

"Thank you, thank you for bringing her to me," Brian whispered. The three men with children huddled closely for several moments.

"Daddy?" Bree's tiny voice broke through their moment as she searched for her daddy Justin.

"Soon, baby, soon. Daddy's outside getting us a big car." Brian tried to explain Justin's absence to all.

"Big car?" Briana asked.

"Very big car for all of us."

"Oh. Big car."

"Brian," John started, "we brought her small stroller and both car seats, plus all the bags. I hope this car is big enough."

"It's big enough. I'm so glad to see you. We really missed you. And some of us took advantage of my more weakened moments. But with you here, that won't happen again." Brian scowled.

"What weakened moments?" John asked.

"Who took advantage of you?" Bobby enquired.

"One sneaky little blond, took advantage of my mournful state of missing the Squirt and you guys and dragged my sorry ass off to Disney."

"You went where?" both John and Bobby asked at the same time.

"You heard me. The twat got me to go to Epcot Center. Just about walked my feet off. Do you know they have hundreds of beers there? Anyway, ask the little shit. He should be outside." As Brian went on about Disney, John and Bobby were doing their very best not to laugh at Brian's tirade.

"I'm going to get a luggage cart; our bags should be coming out soon," Bobby said indicating the light that went on and the carousel beginning to rotate.

"Hey, little Red, you're growing like a weed. You're going to be as tall as your dad." Brian reached up and ruffled Patrick's flaming red hair. Patrick beamed at his uncle. He liked the idea of being tall like his dad. Bobby returned quickly with a luggage cart, John set Patrick onto Brian's shoulders so he could help Bobby grab all their belongings as they moved on by.

"Is that it?" Brian asked as he gazed at the pile of suitcases, backpacks, car seats and stroller.

"Yeah," John answered as he swiped at his brow. "Damn, that's a lot of stuff. But it couldn't be helped. We tried to pack as light as we could." John shrugged his shoulders then began to steer the cart toward the exit as Bobby relieved Brian of Patrick.

"Wow, it's hot!" John commented as the automatic doors slid open and they went out to the curb. Just then Justin drove up in a big white Chevy van that could hold all of them comfortably and then some. He parked, popped open the back hatch and then jumped out.

"Daddy!" Bree squealed again.

"Baby! My baby!" Justin gushed as Brian handed their little bundle over to Justin. The reunion of the Kinney-Taylor family started all over again.

"Guys. Guys! Come on, guys, we have to move before that cop over there gets annoyed enough to give us a ticket. We'll have plenty of time for that later," Bobby said reasonably as the Kinney-Taylor reunion didn't appear to be breaking up any time soon. The bags were loaded, the car seats were strapped in and they were ready to get on the road.

"Bri, do you want me to drive?" John volunteered.

"No, it's okay, I'm ready." Brian sighed and reluctantly strapped Bree into her car seat. "Love you, Squirt," Brian whispered to Briana.

"Wuv you, Dada," Briana said as she patted her dada's face.

"Brian's been studying his maps," Justin stated nonchalantly and revealing a Kinney secret.

"Maps?" John and Bobby said in unison.

"Yeah, in between working on his tan and making friends with lesbians, Brian studied the local maps so he can drive us to St. Augustine."

"LESBIANS?!"

"Yeah!" Brian growled. "So what's wrong with lesbians; some of my best friends are lesbians," Brian groused, effectively stopping any more comments. But he couldn't stop the snickering.

"Hungy, Dada!" Briana called out from behind her father.

"Okay, Squirt. Onward, troops. We can go to Downtown Disney for lunch then go on from there."

A resounding,'YAY!' rang out from all the passengers as Brian maneuvered the large van into traffic and toward Downtown Disney.

Some time later Brian pulled into the parking lot outside Downtown Disney. He got out of the van and stood staring at the vehicle while John and Justin unbuckled the children.

"What's the matter, big guy?" Bobby asked as he took in the look on Brian's face.

"Who the fuck ever thought I'd be driving a fucking minivan!"

Bobby snorted before he could stop himself. "You're a family man now," he said as gently as he could muster.

"I used to be the stud of Liberty Avenue," Brian said somewhat sadly.

"You still are in my books," Justin grinned.

"Hungy, Dada," Bree said as Justin handed her to her father.

"Right," Brian said snapping out of his trip down memory lane. This little girl was a big part of why he was driving a fucking minivan, and that was perfectly all right.

They went into the restaurant. As soon as the waitress came to ask about drinks, Brian immediately ordered a basket of bread. He knew when Bree got as hungry as she seemed to be that food needed to be inside her in a hurry. The waitress said she would get them bread right away, but then she stood there and waited to take their drink orders before heading for the kitchen. Brian scowled after her.

As they looked over their menus, Bree whimpered, "Hungy, Daddy."

"I know, sweetheart. We'll have some food for you in a minute," Justin said as he hugged Bree against his chest. She cried softly.

"Where the fuck is that bread I ordered?" Brian demanded looking around for their waitress.

"It'll be here in a minute," John said trying to be the voice of reason.

They waited a little longer and finally saw their waitress approaching with a tray of drinks. She cheerfully started doling them out telling each person what they had ordered.

"Where's the bread I ordered?" Brian demanded realizing that the tray the waitress carried held no such thing.

"Oh, I thought I'd get your drinks first," the girl replied with a smile.

"Hungy," Bree whimpered, her face still buried in Justin's chest.

"I ordered the bread to be brought immediately," Brian said through clenched teeth. The only thing he hated more than an incompetent waitress was a scene with Bree. "Get some bread out here RIGHT NOW!"

"Yes, sir, certainly," said the hapless girl backing away from the table.

Bree started to really cry having heard her father yell at the waitress. The waitress ran towards the kitchen and Brian started to stand up to go after her.

"Sit down, Brian," John said taking hold of Brian's arm. "She'll get the bread now."

"She fucking better," Brian said sitting back down and running his fingers through Bree's hair in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm sorry I yelled, Squirt."

Bree just whimpered and buried her face farther into Justin's chest.

"Is there a problem here, sir?" a fat middle aged man asked as he waddled up to their table. "I'm the manager."

"Yes, there's a fucking problem," Brian yelled. They could all see the vein in Brian's temple that was now standing out and pulsing ominously. "I ordered some bread fifteen minutes ago and we still don't fucking have it."

"Please watch your language and keep your voice down," the manager said haughtily as he glanced around. He hated loud, obnoxious customers, especially queer ones as he suspected these might be.

"I wouldn't be raising my voice if I could get some fucking service," Brian bellowed.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave, if that's your attitude," the manager huffed out.

"Leave!" Brian yelled. "Leave! You're asking me to leave! I should kick your ass across the street. You obviously have no idea how to run a fucking restaurant."

"Brian," John said gently trying to calm his brother.

"Please take yourself and your fag friends and get out of my incompetent establishment," the manager said somewhat shakily as he backed up from Brian's hostile step forward.

John had tried to be the reasonable one, but when he heard that statement from the manager, he couldn't take any more. "We'll be more than happy to leave, but expect to hear from us fags again. In fact, my husband the lawyer, over there, will be mailing you some documents in the next few days." He scooped up Patrick and said to the others, "Let's get out of this hole."

The manager visibly paled at John's words and backed up some more as everyone stood up. "I'm sorry that this got out of hand…" the manager began.

"We don't want to hear another fucking word from you," Brian said as he stormed out behind Justin who still held a sobbing and hungry Bree. "You can see us in court."

They were almost to the door with everyone staring at them and dead silence in the restaurant, when they heard the manager yelling at their waitress, "Why couldn't you just get them their fucking bread?"

"Where are we going to get some food for Bree?" Brian asked as soon as they stepped outside. The little girl was wailing uncontrollably.

"I know," Justin said handing Bree to Brian. "Follow me."

Justin started running on ahead down the street with the others following as fast as they could with the two children. By the time they caught up to him, Justin was at the counter at McDonald's placing an order. He immediately handed Brian a box of fries which Bree saw and stopped crying. She happily chewed on a fry which Brian had blown on to make sure it wasn't too hot.

"Go sit down, and I'll bring the food," Justin ordered. They all looked at him like he had two heads. "Go, now!" he ordered.

They all went and found a table. Bree and Patrick shared the fries, as they waited for Justin.

"I'm sorry Bree is so cranky and hungry. She didn't sleep much last night, and she wouldn't eat her breakfast this morning. She was so excited to be coming to see you," Bobby explained.

"She ate all the crackers I brought with us while we were on the plane," John added. Both he and Bobby felt like Bree's hunger was their fault.

Justin walked over carrying a huge tray of food.

"What the hell did you buy … their entire inventory?" Brian asked.

"Shut up and eat," Justin ordered sitting down. "Salad for you and John, two Happy Meals for the children, two big Macs for you and me, Bobby, and a chicken sandwich for the Kinney brothers if they deign to share it. Oh, and French fries all around since we need comfort food after that … other … restaurant experience."

"Sorry about that," Brian said sheepishly, "but I can't stand incompetence."

"Or rudeness or bigotry," Justin added digging into his fries. "Let's forget about it."

Brian took a bite of his salad. "Hm, who knew McDonald's could make a decent salad?"

They all looked at him with large eyes. Bree merely said, "Yum" as she ate another fry.