Moonlight, Magic and Mystery – 12
For the third night in a row, Justin found himself walking with Ty along that endless road under violet skies. Each night Ty wore a different vest, they were all rather elegant and this one was no different; fashioned as it was out of gold and silver fabric with ribbons of purple and pink. It complemented his fur color and brought out the shine of his eyes. “We’ve been walking forever and I still don’t know where you’re taking me.” Justin began as he had for the last three nights. He looked down and saw he was wearing not much of anything; his feet were clad in silver sandals though. He rather liked the way they glittered despite the dusty road. “I’m pretty sure Brian isn’t going to be at the end of this road.” He knew those particular words would elicit a response from the Wah cat.
“The King is, of course, at the end of the road. But he’s surrounded by, well challenges for lack of a better word. It’s going to take a Wahjee of considerable strength and talent to actually get to him and capture what is rightfully yours.”
“No shit.” Justin continued to walk while he thought about what the cat said. “Why do you always get good stuff to wear and I never get anything but shoes?”
“This is the land of Wah, of course I’d have a choice of clothing.” Ty waved his hand at the six hundred and ninety three Leprechauns who surrounded them on either side of the road. A black cloud rose on the horizon and all eyes turned to see it.
“Don’t worry, it happens all the time. If it isn’t one thing it’s another. Everyone wants a part of King Brian, but they don’t see the real King, only the King they want to see and when they do, well it hurts him deep inside. The cloud is just a part of it. It seeps inside of his heart.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said that makes kind of sense.” Justin sighed. “I fucking hate how everyone has the wrong idea about Brian.”
“Justin, Justin, wake up.” Brian nudged him and then kissed his lips. “Hey Sleeping Beauty.” It was almost sunrise, they had at least an hour before they had to start their day, but Justin’s mumbling in his sleep had woke him up.
“Brian.” Justin smiled and rolled into the warmth of his partner. “What’s up?”
“You were talking in your sleep.” Brian pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head. He smiled when Justin nuzzled into his neck with small kisses.
“I was dreaming.” Justin wiggled until he could throw one leg over Brian, cock to cock. The warmth of their bodies almost steamy in the coolness of the morning dawn. Killer groaned. He was sleeping at the end of the large bed. “Your dog takes up a lot of room.”
“He doesn’t seem to understand that his bed is on the floor.” Brian smiled. He didn’t really mind Killer wanting to be close. Though he preferred him to stay out of the bedroom when they had sex. The dog watched with such interest, Brian was sure he was taking notes.
“Brian, I was wondering something?” Justin began.
“It’s too early for one of your philosophical conversations.” Brian almost groaned and wished he’d moved out of the bed sooner.
“It isn’t anything like that.” Justin had his bedmate pinned. He knew the man hated talking about anything too serious. “Have you ever seen this?” he reached under his pillow and pulled out the black jade amulet.
“No, what is it?” Brian asked squinting, because Justin was holding it too closely. He captured the blond’s hand to hold it still. To Brian, what he saw was only an intricately carved sphere. He didn’t see the many sphere’s inside. He didn’t see the small speck of golden power. “Weird, you found a black pendant.” He shrugged and dismissed the thing in Justin’s hand.
“It’s an amulet.” Justin replied, confused at Brian’s answer. “Can’t you see the beauty and power of it?”
“It’s a fancy pendant, rather feminine if you ask me. Though I suppose with the right chain, maybe a black satin cord or something heavy and platinum, it could work.”
“Doesn’t it mean something to you? I mean don’t you feel something when you look at it?” Justin moved so he was staring into Brian’s eyes. There wouldn’t be chance of the man hiding anything from prying blue eyes.
“Does annoyed count? I mean it’s too early for these kind of talks. All I want to do is piss and then fuck you or fuck you and then piss.”
“Ever the romantic.” Justin sighed. “Ty knocked this down from the bookcase by your desk.”
“So it’s a cat toy.” Brian pulled Justin on top of him. “Throw it to the cat.”
“No.” Justin said, putting the amulet back under the pillow before allowing himself to drown in Brian’s morning love making. The touch of Brian’s lips didn’t take away from the heat of the amulet that he could still feel on the palm of his hand. Or from the pulse of the inner golden spark of force that matched the beating of Brian’s heart.
Killer stood up and shook his head making his ears flap. It was a morning ritual. He watched for a moment the antics of the two men in the bed. Another morning sleep ruined by his master’s incessant breeding habits. Sighing heavily, he jumped onto the floor. Maybe Ty would play with him, or perhaps even let him sleep close. Since the yellow haired one had made his fur funny, he was cold.
Ty was on the rafter directly over the birdcage that held Frances. He lay full length, one paw hanging over the side, idly hitting the chain, making the cage swing gently. Inside Frances groaned as he lay on the floor of the cage wrapped as best he could in a thick red facecloth Brian had put inside for a blanket.
“Whatcha doin’?” Killer asked, his front paws on the kitchen island hoping for a better look.
“Nothing.” Ty answered with a yawn. “Just relaxing. ”
“It looks like you’re playing with the prey. ” Killer observed. “Brian said no playing with the prey.”
“Ah, but I don’t think of it as playing. I’m guarding the prey, it could escape.”
“Okay.” Killer said jumping down. “I’m going outside(;) do you want to come?”
“Maybe.” Ty laughed as he jumped from the rafter to the cage to the counter top and then to the floor. This left the cage swinging wildly and Frances screaming. “It’s boring up there.”
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Brian was finally able to get out from under Justin. Sex always put the blond to sleep. Actually, almost anything put the blond to sleep. He reached under Justin’s pillow and pulled out the black sphere, studying it closely. It did look familiar, but he wasn’t sure why or how. He rolled it over and over in his hand, but nothing came into his mind. Shrugging, he placed it back where he’d found it. Maybe he could look it up on the net or something. The carvings looked like some kind of language.
There was no sign of either Ty or Killer for a change. Brian padded into the bathroom and relived his bladder, thankful that for once he didn’t have a doggy audience. His next stop was the kitchen and the coffee maker. He stopped short for a moment when he saw the birdcage. “Shit.” He muttered and continued on to the kitchen.
“Brian you have to be reasonable. You can’t keep me in here.” Frances shouted as he leaned through the bars.
“Actually I’m not keeping you there. You did it to yourself. You know as well as I know that you would never have been in the cage if your magic hadn’t been able to turn back on you. Justin is good, but he has no desire to turn to the dark side. He merely turned what you did to yourself back on you.” Brian finally managed to get the coffee maker to work. “I’d make you a coffee, but I don’t have a thimble.”
“You can’t keep me here. I’ll starve to death or that damn cat will eat me. You’ve no idea what he’s been doing to me all night.”
“Okay, maybe I’ll find something for you to drink some coffee out of. You look a bit stressed.” Brian rummaged in the refrigerator for something to eat. He’d forgotten to pick up the bagels Justin had requested the day before. It was ridiculous, the kid expected him, Brian Kinney to actually go to a grocery store and shop. What was wrong with take out? It had served him well for years.
“Hey.” Justin stumbled out into the kitchen. “I’m starving.” He opened the refrigerator, stared inside and closed it again. “Brian, you have to pick up groceries. I emailed you the list three times.”
“I don’t eat them, why should I pick them up?” he asked, trying to be reasonable.
“Because you’re the daddy.” Justin smirked. “It’s the daddy’s job.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “Then as the daddy, get rid of the damn bird. He stinks and it’s hard to feed him. Not to mention, I’m not changing his fucking litter.”
“Birds don’t have litter.” Justin snickered. He stood on a kitchen stool to look in on Frances. “Hey Frances, sorry about this but until I figure out what to do with you, I kind of have to keep you around.”
“Justin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean things to go as far as they did. I had no idea the Hobbes were going to be so vicious.”
“The thing is Frances, when you threatened me it was one thing. But I’ve been checking with some friends. You and the Hobbes clan had Brian and Gus targeted. You crossed a line and can’t go back. I will not allow either of them harmed either mentally or physically. If Ty has a bit of fun with you, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. Not now, not ever. I’ll talk to my mother and to Brian’s mother, we’ll come up with something to better your lot in life.”
“My wife….” Frances began.
“Yes, that’s a problem.” Justin sighed. “I’ll talk to mom and let you know.”
“What are you saying to him?” Brian asked. He’d been checking on the animals on the roof.
“Just commiserating with his problem.” Justin jumped down off the stool and into Brian’s arms. “Yum, you smell like a fresh morning sunrise with coffee breath.”
“I understand it’s an aphrodisiac.” Brian replied, sweeping Justin up in his arms. “Let’s check it out.”
“Brian, I’m hungry.” Justin whined, but he wiggled in anticipation in Brian’s arms.
“We’ll go shopping together.” Brian sighed. “I can’t believe I’ve offered to do that, but for you I will.”
“You mean for you. I notice you eat everything I make.” Justin laughed. “I want to go to the diner. I want some waffles.”
“What are we going to do about the bird. We can’t leave him to starve. I’m sure someone must be worried about him.”
“You mean beside you?” Justin stared up at the cage. “I’m going to talk to my mother about it and maybe your mom. They’ll have some ideas, they always do.”
Getting to the diner took longer than Justin had anticipated. A wet and naked Brian, fresh from the shower, demanded that they change that status. And sweaty Brian was always fun.
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A while later, Brian and Justin were pleased to find the diner almost deserted. Brian slouched into the corner of the rear booth, one leg on the bench seat. Justin laughed and sat opposite him, but not before nudging Brian’s foot back to the floor.
“It’s peaceful in here.” Justin sighed.
“Give it time, it’s early.” Brian snapped his fingers to get the attention of the waitress, Kiki. “Coffee sooner rather than later.” He called.
Justin flushed. “Don’t pay any attention to his majesty. He thinks he’s a King.”
“Oh don’t worry dear, I’ve learned a long time ago that Mr. Kinney is all bark and no bite.” Kiki placed coffee mugs on the table and then filled them. “The breakfast special is nice this morning. “Two eggs, bacon, sausage, two pancakes and toast.”
“Geeze, heart attack on a plate.”
“I’ll have it, but I want an order of blueberry waffles too. Brian likes his toast unbuttered, and we’ll have an extra plate for when he takes part of my breakfast. Oh, and two glasses of orange juice, the fresh squeezed stuff not the frozen stuff.”
“Is that everything dear?” Brian asked in a falsetto voice.
“For now.” Justin smirked as he brought his foot up and put it in Brian’s lap.
“Good morning.” Emmett bounced into the diner, followed by an older gentleman. “Brian, Justin, I’d like you both to meet my very good friend Georgie.” He took the other man’s arm and snuggled close.
Justin and Brian both recognized George as Wahjee, though neither one could remember seeing him around. “George.” Brian said with a nod of his head.
“Hey George.” Justin smiled. “Are you two here for breakfast? Why don’t you join us? I’ll move over and sit with Brian.” Justin immediately changed places, freeing up the seat. Emmett slid in followed by George.
George too, recognized Brian and Justin as Wahjee. The two of them were almost legends in Wahjee circles. The daring move Justin had made to lose his virginity to Brian, when he knew full well he was to remain virgin. It had been unheard of to defy the Grand Wizard and to do it so blatantly and with the son of Jack Kinney, George still chuckled about it. When he’d last seen Justin Taylor, he’d been barely two weeks old. His curiosity regarding the boy whose fate he’d bound with that of Brian Kinney in the weeks before Brian had been born, had taken him to the park where Jennifer Taylor walked her son.
“You kind of look familiar.” Justin said. “I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you before.”
“Perhaps when you were a child.” George smiled. “I have met your parents on a number of occasions.” He didn’t say at Wahjee functions, but Justin knew what he meant.
“I suppose.” He leaned against Brian. “How did you and Emmett meet?” he asked, surprised when George flushed.
“Oh, Georgie was one of my best ever fans.” Emmett wiggled. “He finally got up the nerve to get in touch with me. And what can I say, it was love at first sight.” He kissed George’s cheek. “Isn’t he the best guy ever?”
Brian groaned and Justin elbowed him in the side. “Sure Emmett.” Justin laughed. “Of course I have the best guy ever, but I suppose it’s a matter of semantics.” He giggled when Brian beamed his approval. “You’re such a compliment ho.” He said as he kissed under Brian’s chin.
“So George, what have you been up to all these years? I thought I knew all of the A-gays.” Brian asked. He leaned forward to hear George’s story.
“I’m afraid when I was younger, I allowed a manipulating woman discover something about me that she held over my head. I ended up marrying her to keep her quiet. I know now I should have gone to someone.” His look at Brian told him more than he was saying. It was obvious to the other man that the woman was human and had somehow discovered he was Wahjee. George looked lovingly at Emmett. “When I saw this beautiful young man, I knew that at this time of my life, it was time to start living it.”
“What do you mean?” Justin asked. “I mean if she knew about you, how could you…” he looked at Emmett.
“I guess, a little bird made it possible.” George grinned. He put his arm around Emmett and gave him a squeeze.
“Hey, do you still have that bird?” Justin asked. “Cause we have one too that’s kind of cluttering up the place. Maybe we can make a deal, share custody or something.”
Brian snorted.
George looked startled. “I still have the bird.” His words were cautious. “Occasionally it’s necessary to have the thing at company functions, dinners at the mayor’s, etcetera.”
“And you can control this bird?” Brian asked. “Because we can’t do that with ours, he must be a different breed.”
“I can control my bird, or its back in the cage with her.”
“What in the world are you boys talking about?” Emmett looked confused. “Georgie, I don’t remember you having a bird.”
“It’s ugly, I don’t keep it out much.” George patted Emmett’s hand.
“And Brian, you have a dog and a cat and now a bird. I never thought I’d live to see this day.” Emmett fanned himself. “My, my, that perfect loft with all those pets.”
“The bird is temporary.” Brian glared. “And Killer and Ty know better than to make a mess.”
“Well, perhaps the dog does. I mean no dog intentionally makes a mess. Once they learn what’s expected of them that is. But a cat on the other hand answers to no man. Cats do as they please.” George smiled. “Or at least that’s what I’ve found over the years. I can appreciate how you wish the bird to be temporary. Believe me, if I knew of any way to make mine temporary, I certainly would.”
“Breakfast boys, we need sustenance.” Justin waved Kiki over. “Food Kiki, please.”
“It’s all under control. Don’t worry, your food will be up in a second or two.” Kiki bent close. “Word of warning, Debbie is on her way in.”
“Thanks.” Brian smiled. “But we’re used to her.”
“Not since her precious baby threw over dear Doctor Dave.” Kiki snickered. “You’d swear to god the world had ended.”
“Mikey and the good doctor were never really meant to be.” Brian answered. “She’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Until then, your ass is grass.” Kiki laughed, heading to the kitchen.
“How can Debbie blame you?” Justin asked.
“Honey, no one knows how Debbie’s mind works.” Emmett patted Justin’s hand. “Oh my goodness, what a delightful breakfast.” Kiki served Justin, Emmett and George the same food Justin had ordered. Brian received a refill of coffee and a plate of dry whole wheat toast.
“I thought you looked hungry Emmett.” Kiki simpered. Emmett was one of her favorite friends.
“You thought right. A boy needs to keep his strength up.”
Brian rolled his eyes as he stole a piece of bacon off of Justin’s plate. “Did you hear, Melanie and Lindsay are getting married.”
“I know, it’s kind of exciting.” Emmett wiggled. “I wonder where they’re having the ceremony?”
“Who knows, we’re not privy to the arrangements.” Brian shrugged. Justin fed him a piece of blueberry waffle, kissing the extra whipped cream off of Brian’s lips.
Debbie waltzed through the door. She was about to open her mouth to say something when Justin mumbled a few words before popping a bite of his breakfast into his mouth.
Nothing came out of Debbie’s mouth but a squeak that appeared to say. “I’ve lost my fucking voice.”
“What’s that Deb?” Brian asked, biting his tongue while pinching Justin’s thigh.
“My voice, I’ve lost my voice.” She managed to croak out, though they could barely hear the words.
“Shit Deb, you should go home and rest. It’s probably overwork.” Justin stood up and led her to the counter and stool. “Kiki, get Deb a cup of coffee, she’s a bit under the weather.”
“Hon, I’m sorry, but I can’t handle Sunday morning alone. Will you be able to work even for a little bit?” Kiki asked Deb concerned.
“I can work, I just can’t talk.” She managed to croak. There were a thousand things she wanted to say to Brian who was sitting there with a smirk on his face, but every time she tried to talk her voice was progressively less. She just didn’t dare use it for anything except the very important things. Reaming Brian out right now wasn’t one of them.
“Good one witch boy.” Brian whispered. He caught George’s eye who winked at him.
Emmett and Justin were busy eating. “I wonder if it will be a white wedding.” Emmett sighed. “I love white weddings.”
“Hmmmm, doesn’t that mean she should be a virgin?” Brian asked. “Because I don’t think either of them qualify.”
“These days weddings can have any color scheme.” George offered. “My own daughter had a black and white wedding.”
“You have a daughter, how cool.” Justin said. “Brian has a son.”
“Well my daughter isn’t my biological daughter.” George began. “Mixed births are frowned on in my family. And my wife, well she just wasn’t one of us. Apparently though, the pool boy at the time was more to her liking. I knew I was gay from an early age. I might have been blackmailed to marry the bitch, but damned if I was going to actually fuck her.”
“Now Georgie, that just sounds too bitter. You need to get that kind of negativity out of your life.” Emmett kissed the older man’s cheek. “Now eat your breakfast, I’m not the only one who needs keep up his strength.”
“Honey, this breakfast is everything I’m not supposed to eat.” George laughed. “As good as it looks, I’m going to have to pass. Though perhaps I’ll nibble on the egg white.”
“What’s wrong George?” Justin asked.
“Not much Justin, just old age creeping up on me.” George sighed. “I’m afraid I indulged too often when I was younger. Now I realize that wasn’t the best plan. Especially now that I’ve discovered my love.” He took Emmett’s hand in his and squeezed it.
“Brian, Brian, you have to help me.” Everyone turned to look at a distraught Lindsay followed by her fiancé Melanie, who held Gus in her arms.
“Jus.” Gus leaned forward, making Melanie release him into Justin’s arms.
“Gus.” Justin kissed him on the nose.
“Da fix momma and mommy.” Gus said, leaning across and kissing Brian’s cheek in a sloppy kiss. “Da fix everything.”
“Yeah Da.” Justin giggled.
“Since you’ve interrupted our breakfast, feel free to sit down.” Brian nodded. “Grab a couple of chairs and bring them over.”
“Brian, the hall where we were having our wedding cancelled on us. They were double booked and they said we were second.” Lindsay wiped a stray tear.
“Why don’t the two of you have the wedding at my place?” George offered. ”I’m sure between Emmett and I, we could manage a wedding.”
“Oh that would be so exciting.” Emmett grinned. He took George’s still full plate and passed it over the back of the booth to put on an empty table. “Now girls, tell us everything.” He leaned forward.
“Tell you what, you ladies can plan the wedding of the century, and Justin, Gus and I will finish our breakfast at the loft.” Brian pushed on Justin with his hip.
“Oh, yeah, we need to get home anyway. Is it okay if we take Gus with us?” Justin asked. “Brian had a car seat installed in the jeep.”
“He did?” Melanie looked at Lindsay. “I suppose it’s okay. But don’t feed him any junk. He’s used to a balanced diet.”
“Gus hungry.” Gus declared, reaching out and taking a piece of Justin’s waffle and popping it into his mouth.”
Justin laughed and kissed the whip cream away. “Hey, you’re a lot like your daddy.” He grinned as he stood up with the baby in his arms. “Let’s go find Killer and Ty. We can maybe take Killer for a walk in the park.”
“He’s big enough to put a saddle on him for Gus.” Brian joked.
“Gus ride Killer.” Gus clapped his hands and jumped up and down in Justin’s arms.
“Gee, Killer is going to be so happy with that suggestion.” Justin shook his head at Brian.
Justin headed out the diner’s door, Gus waving bye over his shoulder and Brian following with a grin.
“We should actually feed the kid before we head to the loft.” Brian said as he strapped Gus into his seat.
“You mean before we pick up groceries.” Justin laughed. “How cool, the two daddies and the kid going grocery shopping.”
“Ever wondered what the world would look like as a frog?” Brian asked getting into the jeep.
“Very funny. Ooops.” The jeep was filled with hopping frogs. Both men glared at Gus. “GUS.” Justin shook his head no.
“K, Gus likes frogs.” Gus made them all disappear except one. Another glare and that one disappeared as well. Instead he waved his plush cat Doug. “Doug likes frogs.”
“Dawg probably eats the damn things.” Brian mumbled.
“We can go to the Farmers Market. There’ll be good things for Gus to eat and we can pick up groceries.” Justin had caught a glimpse of the sign advertising the market.
“I’m not lugging him around the market.” Brian began.
“Use some of that pent up Wahjee ingenuity and zap up a stroller.” Justin suggested. “It’s not like you’ll actually need it again. It would be a one time thing.”
“Or, I could pull into this store and actually buy a fucking stroller.” Brian parked the jeep. “Do you boys want to come with me, or do you want to wait in the car?”
“Gus go with Da.” Gus popped himself and Doug into Brian’s arms.
“Justin, I thought you put some kind of binding spell on this kid.” Brian struggled out of the jeep, his arms full.
“I did, can you just imagine what he’d do if I hadn’t.”
Brian and Justin walked into the store. “Trust you to find a designer baby store.” Justin muttered. “And on the spur of the moment.”
“It’s a talent.” Brian smirked. He plunked Gus down in one of the strollers on display. “We’ll take this one.”
“We haven’t even looked at any. Maybe there’s something nicer.”
“This one costs seven hundred dollars. I doubt there’ll be one nicer.” Brian wheeled Gus to the counter and took out his platinum card. “Don’t bother to wrap it, we’re taking it as it is.”
“But sir, that’s the floor model, we don’t sell the floor models.” The startled store owner began.
“Of course you do.” Brian shrugged. “It’s all money. Write up the sale, we have a hungry kid to feed.”
“But sir.” She began.
On cue, Gus began to cry, while looking hungry.” He wailed loudly but not before winking at Justin who snickered.
“Yes sir.” The woman began to write up the sale before the other patrons of her store left, not being able to concentrate over the noisy kid.
Gus stopped crying as soon as the cash register opened. He stuffed Doug’s ear in his mouth and chewed on it to smother a grin. “Gus hungwy.” He declared. “Banana.”
“We can do bananas.” Brian agreed. He nudged Justin. “You can push the kid.”
“I figured.” Justin snickered. “Are we going to walk to the market?”
“It’s only a couple of blocks. I bought this thing because of the carrier baskets hanging all over it. You can buy all the veggies you want.” Brian all but strutted. He was proud of his purchase and truthfully, owning the stroller didn’t make him less than a man. It made him more of a father.
“Killer.” Gus said and Brian found himself holding the end of a rainbow hued leash attached to a matching collar around Killer’s neck. The dog looked startled for a moment and then in the way of dogs, accepted that this was normal, since his pack leader was with him.
“Gus, you can’t keep doing shit like this.” Brian hissed as he looked around to see if anyone noticed that he suddenly had a dog on a leash. A damn ugly dog with its cartoon hair cut, as Killer pranced along at his side, his mouth in a wide self satisfied grin.
Justin bit his lip; he didn’t want to point out that Ty and Dawg were now sitting in the rather oversized stroller beside Gus. And they weren’t plush versions of Wah cats, but the actual real life, orange furred, purring things. One had a slightly wet chewed on ear.
The market was proving to be interesting for both men. Neither one paid any attention to the fact that their little family group was noticed where ever they went. That is until. ..
“Brian, I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.” Marty Ryder stopped in front of his top employee.
“Marty.” Brian nodded.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” he asked looking at Justin. “I wasn’t aware you had children.”
“My personal life, is just that, personal.” Brian started.
“Hi, I’m Justin Taylor.” Justin said, holding his hand out to Marty Ryder. “You must be Brian’s boss. He speaks of you often.”
“Nothing bad I hope.” Marty said shaking Justin’s hand. “And who is this little guy?”
“Gus.” Gus replied. He made a motion to do something, but Ty leaned over and smacked him on the hand with a merow.
“That cat hit him.” Marty said stepping back. “Why in hell do you have cats in with a child? Everyone knows that cats are dirty animals.” He no sooner said the words, than his nose began to run copiously, dripping mucus down the front of him.
Ty’s eyes were slits. Gus laughed out loud; Doug kept looking from Ty to the dripping man.
“Apparently cats aren’t the only thing dirty.” Brian drawled. “I’d find a tissue or something if I was you Marty.” He smirked to himself as Justin pushed the stroller deeper into the outdoor market, Killer growled low in his throat as they moved past Marty Ryder who was doing his best to cover his dripping nose, without much success.
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Later, Justin lay with his head on Brian’s lap. Gus slept surrounded by the two Wah cats, who like guardians, flanked him on either side, alert, their legs tucked under, tails wrapped tight. Killer lay on the floor in front of Gus’ bed on his back, stretched full length, so long his feet reached past the ends of the bed. “Today was a good day.” Justin sighed. “I loved the market. That’s the first time I’ve ever been to an outdoor market. I don’t know how I missed it.”
“It was a first for me.” Brian stroked Justin’s hair off the blond’s forehead. “Gus had fun, though why he has to drag the damn cats with him I don’t know.”
“I think it’s cute.” Justin sighed. “If I’d had one when I was a kid, I would have taken him everywhere. I used to pretend I had a Wah cat. I called her Betty.”
Brian snorted. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” he checked the time. “Where in hell are the munchers?”
“They’re probably caught up in wedding plans. Did you notice the day they want to get married is the day you were planning on going to the White Party?”
“I did notice.” Brian leaned down and kissed Justin’s nose. “I thought you and I were going together. We’ve never been anywhere like that before, I mean together.”
“I know you thought we’d go together, but there are other things more important than a weekend of sex.” Justin sighed. “Though I’m not sure what.” He looked up at Brian. “Just joking Brian.”
“I know you were joking.” Brian smiled. Justin wasn’t like himself, he had compassion and feelings for others. Brian had the same default, for he often thought of it as a default, but he was able to control it better. It wasn’t in the cards for him to let anyone other than Justin and perhaps Gus, know that he had a heart.
“You know, we could go to the wedding and then fly to the White Party. So what if we miss a bit of the orgy, it’s not like we’re missing anything we can’t have at another time.”
“We could do that.” Brian agreed.
“You’d do that for me?” Justin sat up, quickly straddling Brian’s hips so they were face to face.
“Only if you’ve figured out what to do with the fucking bird. I don’t need to come back to a dead bird and it’s not like we can get Mikey to feed him.”
“I’m going to talk to mom about him tomorrow. He’s more her relative than mine.” Justin leaned in to kiss Brian. “The cats and Killer are busy, so we can fuck without anyone watching.”
“Throw a towel over the bird cage and I’m yours.” Brian laughed. He let one finger trace the edge of Justin’s face.
“You’re mine and I’m yours, remember that Mr. Kinney.” Justin melted into Brian’s embrace, all thoughts of blocking the view from the hanging bird cage gone from both of their minds.