Chapter 48 - Full Disclosure.

“So, Brian,” David snarled in the surprised faces of the four friends. “What do you have to say for yourself now?”

"Huh?" Brian replied, ever so eloquently.

"Brian Kinney, I have photos of you, here," Lardass Larry announced as he shoved several 5x8 photo prints at an astonished Brian, "that clearly prove YOU are the male pregnancy case here in Pittsburgh. It's not your partner, Justin Taylor. It's you! Do you have any comment you want to make before I send this story to press?"

"Not really," Brian hesitated, trying to figure out what angle these guys were pushing. "No. I pretty much said all I planned to say already."

"Sorry, but can anyone here sign for this package," interrupted the FedEx guy who was still standing there holding the medium-sized box and waiting to be acknowledged.

"Sunshine, will you take care of that while I deal with Dr. Dimwit and The Flash over here?" Brian directed. "Oh yeah, Mr. FedEx. Thanks for letting this trash in with you. I'll be sure to file a complaint with the company about this."

FedEx looked dejected but didn't say anything. Justin signed his electronic pad and took the box while Brian was looking through the pictures that the camera guy had given him. From what he could see, they were all pictures of him and Justin leaving Deb's house Sunday evening after dinner. The pics didn't show anything much, although you could clearly see from them that Brian was definitely the pregnant one, not Justin.

"Just wait till I show these photos to Michael," David threatened, spittle flying from his dry lips as he spoke, his face red and the veins in his temples throbbing with his anger. "Let's see how much he still idolizes you after he finds out Brian Kinney is just a big nelly bottom boy instead of the Stud you've always pretended to be. Maybe after this, he won't be so hung up on your over-rated ass and we can have a chance at a real relationship."

Brian looked at the unpalatable pair of idiots standing in front of him with a wrinkled brow. "Let me get this straight . . . You two are threatening to expose me to the press for being pregnant so you, David, can get back together with Michael? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes and no," Lardy Larry replied on David's behalf. "I'll be publishing this story in tomorrow's paper, regardless of what you say. But, if I can help a friend get his boyfriend back in the process it'll add a nice little sidebar. So, DO you have anything to say? Are you going to try to deny this or keep hiding your condition? Why? Come on. You know you can't possibly hide any longer. Not looking like that at least!"

Lardass Larry was cackling unpleasantly and pointing in derision at Brian's distended Prego belly. Brian decided he didn't like this guy and really didn't need to waste any further time with the cretin. He reached over and tore off the packaging tape closing the top of the box that Justin was still holding and pulled out a fresh copy of the brand new GQ.

"You guys are a little slow on the uptake, aren't you?" Brian scoffed and tossed the magazine at David. "Have fun with that. I'd suggest checking out the inside front cover and maybe pages 57 through 65 as well. Oh, and Dave? You can have Mikey! I'm done with him. Now, I suggest you get out of my building because I'm going to call the cops and report you for trespassing. Have a nice day!"

Brian turned and stalked away, grabbing the box of magazines out of Justin's grasp on the way. Emmett and Daphne were going to follow Brian, but Justin stood there, obviously caught by some intriguing thought. It inspired a big smile on the blond youth's face.

"Hey, David? What's the name of that friend of yours that works at Allegheny General? I remember you once said you had some contact there?" Justin asked coyly.

"What does that matter?" David asked, seeming to get instantly nervous at the question.

"Because I just remembered something," Justin responded. "Seeing you and this photographer together made it all click. YOU were the first person that knew anything about there being a male pregnancy case in the Pitts. I remember you saying something about it to Emmett at the Diner the morning after our first trip to the doctor's. You said you had a contact that sometimes gave you inside tips on stuff and passed along gossip on interesting cases. Someone in the records department, I think you said?"

"You know what?" Justin went on, his smile now a bit devious and vindictive. "I bet it wouldn't be that hard to find out who your friends were over there. And, I'll bet YOU were the one tipping off your media friend here about when our doctor appointments were scheduled. In fact, I'm sure I remember seeing Flash here at the hospital pretty much every time we were there. Somebody had to be telling him when to come. I'm sure the hospital administration would love to find out who's been leaking confidential patient information. Those HIPAA regulators will probably be interested in talking about that with you, too."

"That's right! I remember that too!" Brian added from his spot further inside the loft. "And, you know what Em? I believe your friend, Drew Boyd, is a patient of Dr. Dave's here. I bet he will be very interested in the fact that his chiropractor is under investigation for violations of patient privacy laws. You won't forget to pass on THAT little rumor the next time you see him, will you?"

"Fuck you, Kinney!" David spat. "You won't win this that easily!"

"No, Dave. I think you just fucked yourself. This time I WILL be following through and I now have evidence," Brian smiled smugly at the clearly nervous older man. "You have yourself a nice life. Bye, bye, Dr. Dave!"

Brian turned away from the door once again, and this time everyone followed him with Justin slamming the loft door closed and locking it behind them. Dr. Dimwit and the Dishonorable Flash stood there staring at the closed door for several seconds, wondering exactly what had happened to their nefarious plan to expose Brian. When David finally looked down at the magazine that he'd forgotten he was holding, one quick glance at the cover answered everything. There on the front, smiling endearingly at each other were Brian and Justin, and the splashy caption next to the picture clearly announced that Larry wouldn't be getting HIS story published any time soon. The caption read: Exclusive! Pittsburgh's REAL Male Pregnancy Tells All and Shows All Too!  

"Fuck!" Dr. Dave muttered then turned and trudged down the stairs without bothering to explain to Lardy. Larry had gotten him into this mess and Dave couldn't care less about his buddy losing out on the big story. David needed to go call his lawyer.

Inside the loft, the mood was considerably different. Em and Daph were laughing over the crestfallen looks on the faces of the men they'd left in the hall. As they spoke, Em was already texting Drewsie about what his chiropractor was up to. Brian had gone directly over to the sitting area, depositing the box of mags on the coffee table and then sinking back against the cushions. Brian's brow was furrowed with pain and he was again pinching the bridge of his nose. Justin knew his guy had another bad headache. So, he let Brian rest for a minute while he went to call Chiefy and give her the heads up about her leak in the records department as well as Dr. Dimwit's culpability.

When Justin finished wih his call, he grabbed the Tylenol and a couple bottles of water then headed to the couch where his friends were waiting. Brian was propped with his head resting against the back cushion on the couch, his eyes closed and waves of pain radiating off him. Justin shook two tablets out of the medicine bottle and then cracked open a water. He knew Brian wouldn't want Justin to coddle him when there were others here to watch, so Justin simply sat next to him and put the pain relievers in his one hand and the water in his other. Brian's eyes cracked open enough to see what he was doing. He swallowed the meds and then gulped down half the bottle of water.

Justin, Daphne and Em sat and talked quietly for a few minutes. Luckily, it didn't take long before the medicine kicked in and Brian began to stir. When Brian shifted so he was sitting up more and then opened his eyes, all three of the people watching involuntarily sighed with relief.

"So, what did Chiefy have to say, Sunshine," Brian said, acting as if nothing had been wrong.

"She was pissed," Justin answered. "She said she knows David personally - she's even referred patients to him in the past - and she was outraged that he would do something like this. I don't think Dr. Dave will be getting any more referrals from Allegheny General. Chiefy said she knew exactly who his friend on the inside was and she'd take care of everything. I think David will be lucky to have a practice left at all after she's done with him."

"Good," was all Brian said in response.

"While I had Chiefy on the phone, I also mentioned to her your headaches. She was a little concerned and suggested that maybe you should come into the office . . ." Justin tried to sound casual but he knew from the scowl on Brian's face he wasn't going to get away with it.

"Not now, Justin. I'm fine. I just got a little worked up by Dr. Dimwit. But the headache is already better " Brian cut Justin off before he could even suggest a trip to visit the doctor. "Now, who wants to see gorgeous naked pictures of me?" Brian said instead and started to pull copies of GQ out of the box, handing them around to the enthusiastic guests.

Justin gave up on the argument for the time being and took his own copy of the mag. He was just as eager as the rest to see how the final release had turned out. Along with everyone else, Justin opened the front cover of the mag and perused the beautiful pictures on the inside.

The inside cover for this edition had been designed so that the first page was really a larger sheet of paper that was folded in on itself creating a flap. With the picture on the inside cover, the one showing on the right hand flap and then the information discovered when you pulled open the flap, it was a four page layout in total. Thematically the whole display was gorgeous - all showing a dark, rich looking background that was completely in shadow so that the viewer's eyes were intentionally drawn to the glossy highlighted figure at the center of each scene.

The picture on the inside cover, the first one in the series, was captioned simply with the logo 'Giorgio Armani, S.p.A.' written boldly across the top of the page. Below the caption was a picture of Brian standing with his back to the camera, wearing a black suit, and peeking over his right shoulder at the camera.

Brian's shoulders were twisted ever so slightly so you could just see the expression on his face - a barely there, sexy little curl to his beautiful crushed cranberry red lips. Brian's perfectly tousled auburn hair glinted in the spotlight showing off the reddish streaks amid the glossy darker brown strands. From the rear, you couldn't see any change to Brian's physical appearance. His ass was still firm and his legs long and strong-looking. Stitch had done a marvelous job with the tailoring. The lines of the jacket hung down straight from Brian's well toned shoulders, creasing only a tad where the model's arms were bent at the elbows, his hands appearing to be gripping the front of the jacket and pulling it slightly forward so there was a small gap at the bottom where the jacket skirts separated enough to give you a better look at the hot ass beneath.

The right hand picture - the one on the top of the flap - was the second in the series. This photo showed Brian standing, again in the same suit, facing towards the right so that he was now sideways to the camera. He was holding open the suit jacket so that you couldn't see his figure from the side. The caption on this page, written in the same type and font as the logo, read, 'What A Man Wears'.

In this photo, Brian was looking more towards the front - a three-quarters view of his face - and he was smiling just a bit more than in the prior photo. He looked mischievous, like he had a big secret he was just dying to tell you. The way he was holding open the suit jacket showed off the elegant lines of the fabric, perfectly cut and tailored. The way he was pulling the jacket slightly forward made the material curve around his shoulders, the indentation of his lower back and showed off his nicely shaped tushie. Again, the pose was staged perfectly so you couldn't tell that Brian's form, under the jacket, was anything out of the ordinary.

The third picture - the one exposed when the right hand flap was lifted - was the clincher! Here was Brian, still standing sideways to the camera, but now with the jacket off, just dropping down his arms behind his back. Brian's head was thrown back playfully and he was smiling joyfully up towards the sky, with a full, unrestrained grin that was openly sexy and somehow full of life. Brian's arms were still bent at the elbows, as if he'd been caught in the act of removing the jacket. The plain white dress shirt that was under the jacket was pulled back enough that it molded beautifully around his front, giving the camera a clear view of his big lushiously pregnant belly. The caption here said simply: 'A Real Man'.

The farthest right hand page - the underside of the flap - announced the presentation of the year's fall and winter lines at the upcoming Men's Fashion Week in New York City in a few weeks. Altogether, the spread was incredibly elegant, tasteful while still sexy and definitely eye-catching. The ad was pure genius. Nobody could have pulled off something like this better than Brian Kinney. And, there was the added bonus that he was one smoking hot model, too. The fact of his pregnancy just added the perfect amount of playful whimsy to the tone and made it stand out.

"Wow! Brian this is . . . It's too amazing for mere words, honey," Emmett exclaimed after looking over the spread for a full five minutes. "You look fucking gorgeous - not that you don't normally look great, of course - but, really, you look so, sooooo gorgeous . . . Justin, sweetie, you won't mind if I hit on your boyfriend regularly after this, will you?"

"You'll have to stand in line behind me and everybody else - male or female - in Pittsburgh, Emmett," Daphne joined in. "You're to die for, Brian! But, where are the naked pictures?" Daphne started flipping the pages back and forth, overly eager to get to the promised nude shots.

Justin snickered at his friend's blatant interest in seeing his partner naked as he reached over and flipped the pages of her copy towards the middle of the mag. There, at the start of the featured article, was another two page photo spread that showed both Brian and Justin this time, both of them lying on a white cloth-draped background, completely nude and surrounded by a bevy of also nude pregnant female models. Justin's head was strategically placed lying on Brian's crotch so nothing of real interest showed, and there was likewise a gauzy piece of fabric draped across Justin's loins. The rest of the models were also artistically posed or draped so that the whole photo would be considered to be in good taste, even though the whole group of them looked like they were lying in the midst of some hedonistic orgy. The title at the bottom of the page said, 'A Real Man Speaks Out - About his life, his experiences and about being the first documented Male Pregnancy in North America!'

"Wait a minute!" Daphne complained. "No fair! You can't actually see anything! I want naked pictures. I was told there'd be naked pictures! And what's with all the naked women? I don't want to look at women. I want to see Brian in the buff!"

Sorry, Daph," Justin giggled at his friend's disappointment. "You'll have to use your imagination. The magazine's photographer is the one who wanted to add in the women. He said it would be more 'visually pleasing'. I just think it looks weird. But, whatever. It's a great photo of us. Maybe we can photoshop out all the girls?"

"We got plenty of other shots of just the two of us, Sunshine, that don't need photoshopped. But those, my dear Daphne, won't be going in any magazine, and you're not allowed to paw at them either," Brian said with his usual smirk, laughing at the dirty look Daphne gave him.

"Now, all of you shut up so I can read the article and see what exactly I had to say about all this."