Chapter 52 - School Daze.

"You are NOT going to miss your first day of school, Justin!" Brian insisted for the fifth time, adamant that this little set back in his pregnancy wasn't going to screw with their carefully made plans. "I'm perfectly capable of lying here in bed without you watching me every second of the day. You can't start off your college career by missing the first day of school. And, since you're not supposed to be causing me stress, you better stop arguing with me and just do what I say."

"Brian, I can't just go off and leave you here alone. I can't do it. I'd be so fucking worried all day I'd never be able to concentrate anyway. Daphne has classes tomorrow too, and my Mom is closing on a big sale she's been working on for weeks, so I can't ask either of them to come keep you company."

"You mean, 'babysit'," Brian said petulantly, reminding Justin of a five year old who clearly DID need a sitter.

"Whatever! It doesn't matter what you call it. If you had a problem - if you passed out again or fell or anything - there wouldn't be anyone here to get help. I just can't handle that, Brian. Please be reasonable," Justin begged.

"Fine. Well then, we can get someone else to come mind me for the day. But you're not skipping school!"

"Who do you propose we ask?" Justin let his temper flare a little even though he knew he shouldn't. "I'm NOT letting Michael or Lindsey within a mile of you without adult supervision. And you know having Deb here, nagging and mothering you all day, would be worse than leaving you alone. You'd probably fake a stroke just to get away from her. So, who do you propose we call?"

"Well . . . what about Vic or Theodore or even Honeycutt?" Brian proposed after thinking a few minutes. "Yeah, Honeycutt would be okay. He makes shit working at Torso. I could offer to pay him double what he makes there a day and he would end up ahead of the game. Plus, he's been pestering me about that whole 'Fairy Godmother' shit - well, let him earn the title by playing nursemaid to me for a couple days while you're at school. He'd probably jump at the chance. And, he wouldn't drive me crazy nearly as fast as Deb. I could probably handle a day or two with Honeycutt without slitting my wrists."

"Actually . . . That's not a completely horrible idea," Justin conceded. "But you guys can't spend the whole day poking at Kevan to get him to kick. That doesn't qualify as non-stressful."

"I promise," Brian pretended to cross his heart. "No poking the beast."

"Well, let me call him and see what he says," Justin relented and went off to find his phone and make the calls.

By eight pm everything was arranged for the next morning. Cynthia would pick up Emmett and bring him to the loft by 8:30 Thursday morning. Then, she would ferry Justin to PIFA so that the boys at the loft would still have the Jeep available in case they needed to go somewhere in an emergency. Jennifer had promised to stop in sometime in the afternoon - as soon as her closing was finished - and make sure Brian hadn't killed Emmett yet. Daphne would pick up Justin after they were both done with classes and bring him back to the loft. Apparently, 'it took a village' to maintain a pregnant Brian Kinney for only a day. How they'd keep this up for two weeks was still debatable.

Brian, feeling like he'd won that argument, was a gracious winner - sort of - and did his best not to be argumentative the rest of the evening. He sat dutifully on the couch with his feet elevated. He ate the small supper that Justin brought him. Brian even let Justin hold the remote control for the television and watch some inane comedy. But after a half hour of THAT he couldn't take any more and decided he'd rather head off to bed.

Justin puttered around the loft for a long time. He went through his school things. He sat sketching for a bit but wasn't really in the mood. He checked his email on the computer. He cleaned the kitchen - twice. But, eventually he couldn't think of anything else to do without seeming silly, so Justin reluctantly headed up to the bedroom.

Brian was reclined on the bed, propped up against the headboard and gloriously naked, with the large round of his belly displayed to its full advantage. He'd been reading a paperback murder-mystery novel that had somehow found its way into the loft a while back but never been cracked open. Brian figured now was as good a time as any to take up reading as a hobby - what the fuck else was he going to do for the next two weeks. But, as Justin started turning off the lights in the main rooms, Brian tossed aside the novel in anticipation of much more pleasant bedroom activities.

Justin seemed almost reluctant to join Brian in bed for some unknown reason. At one point, the youth started to turn back to the living room, but then he just shrugged, took a deep breath and resumed his original path. Brian had been watching him for some time now and was busy making a mental list of all the ways he and Justin could make two weeks in bed pass more quickly. His cock was already hard and dripping by the time Justin climbed the stairs to the bedroom.

Justin started to get into bed still wearing the sweatpants and t-shirt he'd been wearing all evening. He laid down at the very edge of the mattress, as far away from the bed's other occupant as he could get without falling onto the floor. Then he pulled the duvet over his legs and sort of squirmed downward to get further under the covers without getting any nearer to Brian's side of the bed.

"What the hell are you doing, Justin? Get your fucking clothes off and get into bed." Brian insisted, kicking at his bed-mate's still covered tushie to oust him from under the covers.

"I thought, maybe, I should stay dressed . . . You know . . ." Justin moved away from Brian's poking toes, twisting off the bed and jumping to his feet but not making any motions to get naked.

"Why?" Brian asked, completely at a loss as to Justin's strange behavior.

"Your blood pressure," Justin explained, twisting the hem of his shirt with his hands and biting nervously at his bottom lip.

"My head isn't going to explode just from seeing you naked, Justin. You're being ridiculous. I've had a shitty day. Now, come over here and blow me before I get stressed out over you acting like a pathetic moron."

"I'm not sure, Brian. It's just that, well, I don't want to start something . . . You know, because of . . . um, well, I just don't know if it's safe with your blood pressure and all . . . " Justin stuttered out a partial answer while slowly backing away from the bed.

"You're not really going to tell me that you're refusing to blow me because you think . . . what?" Brian looked at the almost cowering blond youth and wanted to laugh. "You really DO think my head will explode, don't you? That's insane. You've been watching too many Road Runner cartoons, Sunshine. I'm not that feeble and sick. Stop being silly."

"I'm just not that comfortable . . . What if . . . I mean, what if . . ." Justin was now as far away from the bed as he could get and still be in the same room.

"Justin, did Chiefy say anything to you about us NOT having sex? Because she sure didn't say anything about that to me."

"No, but . . . but she didn't say it was okay, either. It just seems like it would be something that would definitely cause your blood pressure to go up and it might be bad for you . . . or the baby. I . . . "

"You what? You're afraid you'll fuck me to death or something?" Brian thought this had to be a joke - Justin couldn't possibly be serious. "That's just an expression, Sunshine. I assure you, the man hasn't been born who could fuck me into the grave. I'm fine. But I won't be if you don't get over here and get those fucking clothes off right now."

"Brian, I can't . . . I just don't think I can . . ." Justin's feet started edging towards the stairs in further retreat.

"Justin, this is absurd! Give me your phone," Brian demanded, pointing to where Justin had left his phone on top of the bureau.

When Justin continued to move towards the stairs instead, Brian threw back the covers and started to get up.

"Fuck, Brian! You're not supposed to be up out of bed," Justin yelled, seemingly unsure where he should go now, vacillating between continuing his escape or going back to physically force Brian back into bed.

"I'm just getting the phone, since you won't get it for me," Brian explained with exasperation.

Brian grabbed Justin's phone off the bureau and tapped at a few icons then held it up to his ear. "Chiefy, I need you to tell Justin that it's okay to blow me. He's acting like a stupid twat and it's stressing me out. Here, talk to him," Brian ordered and then handed the phone to his unsure companion.

"Hi, Doctor. . . Yeah, I'm sorry he called you at home . . . I know that you only gave me this number for emergencies. I didn't know who he was calling. . . I know it's not your job to provide couples counseling. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry . . . Really? But, with his blood pressure? . . . You're sure? . . . Well, I guess. Yeah, he is probably more stressed out right now than he would have been if I'd just blown him. . . Okay, if you say so. Thanks, Doctor."

"Well?" Brian demanded, having already resettled himself on top of his nest of pillows.

"She said, if I'd just gone ahead and blown you, you'd already be asleep instead of calling and waking her up," Justin said, his face beet red with embarrassment. "So, I guess it's okay."

"Which is what I already told you Sunshine. Now, bring those perfectly shaped, plump pink lips over here and reintroduce them to my cock. I need some major stress relief," Brian smiled smugly and patted the bed next to him.

"By the way, Chiefy said if you call her at home again when it isn't a real emergency, she'll surgically remove your cock and then you won't have to worry about it anymore," Justin said as he slipped off his t-shirt and sweats. "She didn't sound like her usual cheery self. I don't think she liked getting woke up so you could get sucked off."

"It WAS a fucking emergency! You were about to say no to sex, which hasn't ever happened before. I was very concerned, Sunshine," Brian grinned craftily as a now naked Justin crawled across the bed, aiming for Brian's favorite appendage.

Justin started, as he always did these days, by worshiping The Belly. It was almost like a completely separate entity. He would run his hands over the mound of flesh and revel in the hardness of the taut muscles just under the smooth, warm skin. Tonight, the passenger inside was doing an amazing acrobatics number that made the round belly morph into grotesque shapes with the occasional impression of a foot, an elbow or a knee, poking out at odd angles. It looked absolutely bizarre and painful, though Brian had said that it didn't hurt most of the time - only when the baby kicked at a particularly tender internal organ or, his favorite, Brian's ribs. Still, it was certainly one of the oddest things Justin thought he'd ever seen.

He kissed down the belly, whispering to the occupant to calm his antics. The baby must have heard the request because he settled down almost immediately at the sound of Justin's voice. Brian sighed when the alien pod creature inside finally stopped doing somersaults.

Then, Justin kissed his way over the top of the now quiet belly and down the underside to where Brian's lovely cock was waiting to get its share of attention. Justin found it strangely comforting and weirdly kinky at the same time to rest the side of his head against Brian's swollen abdomen as he slowly slid his lips over the plump head of his lover's dick, sucking the length of the shaft quickly into his mouth to get the full effect. Brian had been right about needing the stress relief, as soon as his cock was happily ensconced in Justin's willing mouth, Brian sighed again and the blond could feel all the stress in the larger man's body instantly drain away.  

Brian let his head fall back onto a pillow and closed his eyes so he could concentrate fully on the pleasant sensations of his lover's talented tongue licking and massaging at his hard lengths. Justin’s lips and teeth nibbled and gently nipped at the tender flesh. Justin's hands kneaded at his balls and stroked underneath. How, under any possible circumstances, THIS could be considered bad for you, was beyond Brian.

Brian's left hand drifted down to glide over the porcelain smooth skin of Justin's back, sliding down the dip at his lower back and then ascending the heights of the boy's perfectly rounded ass cheeks. 'Yes, this was the good life', thought Brian. Sweet, hot, blond boy ass, available for fondling at any time. A nice stout, well-shaped cock not far away that knew how to bring him endless pleasure. And, to top it all off, those luscious, pouty, perfectly pink lips and the warm, welcoming mouth that was doing a remarkably wonderful job on his cock at the moment. Maybe two weeks in this bed wouldn't be so tedious after all. Brian let his mind wander over all the possibilities. Actually, this was Brian's idea of the perfect vacation - well, except for the part about it being a little too awkward for him to fuck that hot blond boy ass himself, but, there were other ways to enjoy it.

This was when Brian's wandering attention was brought abruptly back to the more immediate future by his lover swallowing the entirety of his cock, causing pleasure ripples to roll down his dick and back up through his spine until his very core was tingling. Each time the blond head bobbed up and then down, swallowing around the pulsing length, it sent another electrical impulse shooting across Brian's nerves. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, the electricity was building up and up. Justin's tongue twirling over the head of his cock on a downstroke sent another burst of sparks. The way he sucked steadily on every upstroke added to the powerful force. The ball of energy at Brian's core was swelling, growing, pulsing with every tiny movement of Justin's tongue and lips across his sensitive skin. It was exquisite to feel the roiling charge of energy mounting and growing, the anticipation itself adding even more to the sensation.

And then, the charge seeming to reach some critical mass, the ball of energy exploded, cascading along nerve paths and flooding into every tissue of Brian's body. The piercing jolt of electricity was followed immediately by cooling, satiating endorphins, that relieved every twinge of tenseness hidden even in remote locations like his toes. This was the ultimate form of stress relief. Brian felt so much better. Right at that moment, he didn't have a single care in the world.

Justin licked the last drops of cum off his personal popsicle and then squirmed around so his head was back at the top of the bed.

"Now, don't YOU feel much better, Sunshine," Brian teased and he enveloped his boy toy in his arms and snuggled down into a comfortable little ball. "Fuck knows, I do."

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The next morning went smoothly. Emmett was over-the-top excited by his assignment for the day. He arrived with a bag full of movies and activities all designed to keep Brian busy. Justin suspected that Brian would be subjected to a complete facial and manicure before the day was out, but as long as no one else was around to witness these activities, the big old softie probably wouldn't object too strenuously. As he headed out the door, Justin overheard Emmett pleading and Brian refusing to watch any Barbara Streisand movies. Justin sighed, thinking that this might actually have been the perfect solution.

Justin was excited to start his classes. Everything sounded so challenging. This morning he had Art History, a required Freshman course, and then a class on Visual Effects and 3D Modeling. Then, in the afternoon he had a two hour Life Drawing lab. He couldn't wait to get started.

The two morning classes were great and the morning flew by. Justin got hourly texts from Em reassuring him all was fine back at the loft, so he didn't waste much time worrying and was able to concentrate. The classes seemed interesting, especially the animation class, but he was already starting to wonder about the heavy workload. He hoped he hadn't overloaded himself.

Justin was walking out of his animation class, heading to the student union to grab some quick lunch before he ran off to his drawing lab, when his phone rang for the first time that day. Since everyone knew he'd be in class, they should have only been texting him, not calling. He tried not to assume the worst as he dropped his bag on the nearest bench and dug out the phone.

It was his mother. "Hi, dear. I'm sorry to call - I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. Now, there's nothing wrong with Brian, so don't start panicking. But, I just saw a news broadcast and I thought you'd want a head's up. . . " Jennifer quickly explained, knowing her son was probably already worrying.

"Okay, so what the hell could they be showing on the news that would be that bad that you'd call me?" Justin asked cautiously.

"Apparently, there's a big group of protesters outside the loft. There were pictures on the news. It looks like a bunch of religious types and conservatives with some stupid homemade signs. . . I haven't been over there myself, yet. I just finished with my closing and the client and I stopped for lunch at this little cafe that had a television on over in the corner by the bar. It was the headline report on the noon news. I'm sure Brian and Emmett are fine if they stayed in, but you're going to have to pass through them to get into the building, I'm afraid."

"Fuck! I hope Brian hasn't seen them and got all worked up. Thanks for letting me know, Mom. Gotta go!"

Instead of going to the cafeteria, Justin turned back around and jogged off to the computer lab. He sat at the first available monitor and pulled up a local online news site. And there it was - a great picture of the building that was currently his home, with about two dozen protesters carrying signs and marching back and forth in front of the door. In the background, there was an even bigger group of curious onlookers and reporters and, behind them, more news vans and camera crews. It was a fucking circus.  

Justin rushed out of the lab and called Em. "Hey, sweetie!" Emmett answered all cheery and enthusiastic as usual. "How's your first day of college going? Any dreamy naked models yet?"

"Not yet, Em. Is everything going okay over there?" Justin didn't want to waste time chatting.

"Just peachy!" Em exclaimed. "I caved and agreed to watch some boring old black and white western movie this morning, which Brian ruined by constantly reciting all the dialog for, I might add. But, he compromised and agreed we could watch 'Titanic' this afternoon. Right now I'm putting together a little lunch for his majesty while he naps. I don't think he's actually napping, he just needed some Emmett-free time, which is fine by me, Sweetie. Do you want me to get him for you?"

"No, not yet," Justin hurried to keep Em on the line. "I take it you guys haven't gone outside or anything?"

"Nope. I haven't let Mr. Stud go anywhere except the couch or the bed, except for the occasional trip to the john - which he seemed to do about every five minutes, which is so annoying when you're watching a movie, but oh well . . . "

"Great! Because . . . Well, there are a big bunch of protesters outside the loft and more reporters and the whole fucking thing is on every newscast in town," Justin confessed. "Just try and keep Brian away from the windows so he doesn't notice and don't let him watch the news, please, Em. I know him and he'll definitely get worked up about this. I'll try and do something about it when I'm done with my next class."

"No problem, Honey! Mr. Wonderful and I will be too busy ogling Leo all afternoon to look anywhere else. You just have fun at school and be safe coming back. We're fine here."

"Thanks, Em. I gotta go or I'll be late. Text me if there's any problems. Bye," Justin ended the call, picked up his bag and started off for the Fine Arts Building.

'Shit,' Justin thought dejectedly. 'One eighteen year old gay art student versus the entire Religious Right just doesn't seem fair. What the fuck am I going to do now?'