Title: Boi Zone
By: Phoenix Ghost
Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Characters: Justin Taylor, Daphne Chanders, Other Male Character(s), Brian Kinney, Debbie Novotny, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus, Vic Grassi, Cynthia, Other female Character(s), Jennifer Taylor, Craig Taylor, Molly Taylor, The Chanders, Chris Hobbs
Genre: AU, Drama, General/Misc. Romance, Angst
Warnings: AU, OOC. HET AHEAD...Still, NOT who you think it is... ;) Just be ready for the twist I've been promising, cause THIS is the chapter that explains it all, so far.
Summary: Question, What if? Answer, Boi Zone. Because, "Love isn't always easy, it's the quest for it, that makes it seem so hard." Direct quote from the author of this fanfic
Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) Showtime, and others. No Copyright infringement has been intended by this author or this website. This story has been invented for entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author, and not by any independent body.
A/N: Please remember, this is an OOC AU. But, it's also and foremost a Brian and a Justin love story.
And, coming up in this Chapter, there will be some Het references.
BUT it is NOT who you might think. ;)
Even though all mistakes are my own from now on, PROPS to CASSY for posting em!
Song: Time Of Your Life
By: GREENDAY
Song: THINK TWICE
Lyrics by: EVE 6
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CHAPTER 8
Daphne Taylor rolled her eyes at the identical smirky looks that her blue jeaned son and husband wore as she bustled past them.
Looking over her shoulder, she stopped in her tracks, sighed and ground her back teeth in exasperation after glancing down at the pink diamond watch gracing her slim wrist that had been an anniversary gift from her mother-in- law, Jennifer Taylor.
'Crap, they only had 15 minutes!'
Turning around she shooed them in front of her, just to make sure they reached the Courtyards in time for Chance's party. She was looking forward to seeing her family and Justin mom and little sister.
That is if that asshole Craig Taylor could be bothered to show, or even perhaps this time let his daughter attend.
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Justin bit back a grin at his little wife's bossy attitude.
Looking down at his beaming son, he couldn't stop the snickers, not even at her frown, because that grin was just SO infectious!
Chance had that same self-assured look on his little face that she got on hers when she had finally gotten her own way.
It was that little smug look that just did him in and just melted his heart.
He had to agree with the little guy as he remembered the baby's screwed up face as he attempted to put the wiggling baby into the tiny matching dark blue suit.
Yes, fancy suits were over rated, so he too had worn his 'tookie' and 'deens' to the party.
Only Justin’s jeans were the same dark blue as his tee shirt and the Cookie Monster on it was saying, "That's the way the Cookie crumbles!" When you pushed on the small chocolate chip cookie he was holding, which Chance had been doing, several times now, much to his father's amusement his mother's ire, and his own glee.
Both Daphne and Justin somehow knew the little boy was trying to upset her.
>>>>>
In Daphne's opinion, Chance seemed to always try and get his mothers goat, and he had been since he was born, or so it had seemed to her just as she had patiently explained to Justin.
Watching him through narrowed eyes as he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep the smirk she knew was about to appear off of his face, patting her cheek, he had informed her that perhaps she had been over doing it a bit with school, and perhaps a break would be a good idea?
He had even gone as far as to suggest that she should get out more, make some 'nice' female friends with perhaps the same interests?
She had balled her fists and sat on them to keep from punching him!
Suddenly he was JUST so condescending it was sickening!
And it irked her to no end that he was fast becoming everything he had always hated about their WASPY former life as children of well-heeled parents.
The 'Country Club Set' as they had once named the lifestyle, to which they had been born into, was not even in the same zip code as the one they now enjoyed.
And Justin played the little 'straight' doting husband and new daddy so perfectly it made her want to puke!
It was as if he were a gay boy, playing it straight in a world he had no idea of.
After the move to NY and following the birth of their child, it was like without Brian,
The fight had left his body as the light went out of his beautiful blue eyes.
To her dismay as well as jealous nature, not until he saw Chance, or when he spoke of the baby, did the sparkle re-appear.
She had learned early on NOT to bring up Kinney's name, and it had taken several punched in holes in the wall of their little private home for her to finally get it, although she had never figured Justin to be a violent man, one night it just hit her.
By manipulating him the way she had, they both had lost.
Him, the love of his life, and her, her best friend who was now a ghost of his former self.
All's she knew was this; somehow it was ALL Justin’s fault. HE had been the one to propose!
She would have happily lived off on her own...Oh hell, whom was she trying to kid?
Her own baby made her so uncomfortable.
It was like he even knew about her current situation.
The last time she had held him close, he had looked at her funny, raised a tiny blond brow and then patted her stomach with a big smirk.
She had been so scared and shocked that she had almost dropped him!
It was sad really, the fact that she didn't even know her own son, nor he her.
His first word had been "DA DA!" Not mama.
Then 'tookie' or 'dat!' when he had wanted something.
Actually, when he had finally noticed her at all, it had sounded more like 'MA!'
Which had reminded her of that ridiculous whiney faggy prick Michael Novotny, and that would simply NOT happen.
Much to everyone’s amusement, she had even gone to special lengths to make sure her baby could hold his silverware properly too.
Justin had noticed the way she had cringed and ignored the crying infant whenever the baby called her by that 'word, so he patiently worked with Chance and soon, 'Ma ma' was coming from his little bird like mouth.
She had had a parakeet once.
A beautiful yet noisy little thing.
All it did was drink, poop and eat, scattering seeds and feathers everywhere.
It had bit her once too
The next day it had disappeared.
Daphne had told her mother that while she had been cleaning its cage, it had flown out of her bedroom window.
It had been a lie.
Just last week her son had bit her too.
She didn't tell anyone, not even her husband, but the overwhelming urge to just stow the annoying child somewhere had scared her so bad, she had not even 'touched' him since.
Until today, and then she had wanted to...
Closing her mind and eyes to that horrible thought, she still blamed Justin.
Secretly, Daphne believed that the baby loved her husband more.
Secretly, she also believed that Justin knew this to be true as well...
"THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES!"
Upon hearing the annoying shirt half way down the corridor and then seeing them both, together, so cosy, so cute, Daphne had all but stomped her little foot in frustration.
She had been dressed in a soft lavender off the shoulders top with a matching loose wrap around skirt and strappy gold sandals.
The skirt gave her a bit more breathing room than the skin-tight chartreuse dress had, which was good considering her current circumstances.
Luckily for her neither Justin nor his family had any idea of her little deception and she just HAD to get her husband back into her bed, or her little secret would be out, and that would NOT be good.
But how?
After the 'disaster' AKA, *their sad attempt at making love* since that first time that had produced their son, her husband had moved himself to the little room upstairs.
She knew it had been her fault too, because she had taken it VERY personally when her new husband had called out a name as he had splashed a healthy amount of cum on her tits and it had not been HER name nor her gender that had been expressed with SUCH passion!
Just the thought of the ghost of that fag icon Brian Kinney and what he and Justin had done to and with and had meant to each other haunting them for life, left her cold.
His fumbled red-faced apologies had fallen on deaf ears, and when he had moved out and upstairs that very next day, she was ashamed to admit it, but she had felt a sense of relief, not regret.
Oh no.
The regret that overwhelmed her very soul like a runaway freight train was simply this, she should of NEVER married Justin Craig Taylor.
And?
It seemed HE knew it, his family knew it, hell, even their baby sensed it too!
She had finally come to the conclusion that it was too bad Justin didn't have a brother.
A straight, big tit havin' pussy lovin' relative...
Hell she'd even settle for a distant cousin at this point!
Because the thought of raising that little brat alone did NOT bode well with her, not at all.
Since that disastrous night, they had barely exchanged brief kisses on the cheek, let alone any DNA bodily fluids.
Especially the ones she needed now SO desperately to continue her charade.
To cover her little 'mistake' from a one night stand.
>>>>>
She knew Justin had thought all of this fuss a bit much and WAY over the top for a one year old’s birthday party but, ever since they had moved to New York, she had felt and found herself becoming more snobby with each passing month.
She not only lived with a different class of people, she now associated with them at College as well.
Exactly three weeks after Chance's birth, Daphne had smugly informed her husband of her choice to bottle feed because she was going to be attending College, and beginning her Ped's pre-med residency classes.
She had already talked it over with Shandra, who had agreed to watch the infant until Daphne could find a Nanny for him.
Yes, she had figured out every little detail...But one.
And, they had gotten into quite a shouting match as Justin let his feelings be known, which was when HE had let her know that in no uncertain terms, HE would be the only one watching HIS son besides Shan, when HE himself was not in School.
Shandra had filled in for him while he was away, and the results were Daphne rarely saw her own child past his second month of birth as her classes grew heavier, and her social life blossomed.
In fact, unknown to Justin, she had a little 'hobby' that she now enjoyed with her new Pre- Med friends, and it was one she was most certain he would NOT approve of, at all.
Ever since she had become Mrs. Justin Craig Taylor, life as she had once known it with Justin, had gotten increasingly boring.
Despite them both being so busy with classes and such, if the conversation didn't include Chance or Justin's artwork, there just wasn't that much for the young couple to discuss.
And, finally she had been SO fed up with their mundane situation, one day after some especially trying classes and dealing with an especially trying Professor, Professor James, she had decided to take her husbands advice as well as her new friends up on their offer.
Easily lying to her young husband, soon that night and the next, she began her secret life.
Because when she stepped out, Daphne J. Taylor became 'Jules' just Jules.
Like Madonna, Cher, or Brittany, she wasn't going to let being anyone's wife or mother interfere with her life.
She was just being, herself.
It was that unnamed something she had been craving back in Pittsburgh, and it's calling had only gotten more intense, more primal as the days dragged on after the birth of her son.
Even though she loved her tiny son he too, like his father could be at times, a handful.
Like right now...
Frowning as she watched Justin's stride increase and he and Chance were quickly walking away from her instead of toward the Courtyard like she had planned for them to, her shaking hands gripped her hips as she bellowed, "Just where are you two going now?"
Letting out a small scream of frustration as her little boy and husband shouted right back, "THE POTTY!"
She whirled, and stomped off, not caring which way now, as they were already late.
"So much for a fucking good first impression!" She snarled as she walked very fast, head down, pissed off at Justin, their son, and the world in general.
Tears of anger fell and she swiped at them with her fingertips.
How could she make Justin EVER understand? To show him how things were rapidly changing for her? For them both?
She knew they were growing apart, and it just could NOT be helped.
Even as friends, they just didn't seem to have that special connection anymore and it made her feel so sad.
Besides, when Justin's Art career finally took off, as it seemed to have promise to do so and soon, she knew with the right connections, she just knew deep down they BOTH would be enjoying the fruits of their hard earned combined work and studies.
According to Shan, several important movers and shakers in the Art scene as well as in the world of Paediatric Doctors were to be attending Chance's party.
Aunt Cara had invited quite an impressive bunch.
Even the older woman's own son who was quite influential in the field as well was supposed to be attending, and it would of been the perfect opportunity to drop her name and make the correct sorts of contacts for her future in medicine, and Justin's too for future showings in the many NY and surrounding galleries.
But her own stupid son and even stupider husband had now ruined their grand 'family' entrance!
And by refusing to even dress himself and their son properly to receive guest of such a high upstanding, Daphne knew no one would take him seriously now.
This breed of people, these professionals had rules.
Rules that were followed without question, making their former 'WASPY Country Club' upbringing feel just like that, out of date, out of touch, boring and simplistic too.
And although she was willing and eager to follow the new rules, Justin obviously was not.
The whole situation made her want to stomp and shout out her anger!
'On the other side of the Mansion...
The woman embraced her tall son and then sat quickly down as he said,
"Mummy, I told you, I am SORRY I didn't let you know I was back sooner. Now, I really do not wish to be here right now. Can't you see? Now that I know HE is here, I can hardly stand to be in the same house, let alone the same room as him."
Patting at a stray dark blonde curl she calmly said,
"But, sweetheart, I already TOLD the others you would be coming! So many people want to wish you well, and speak with you! Why didn't you tell us earlier you had been back in the States already? Honestly, sweetie, he's NOTHING like his father honey, and his little wife is SO charming, and the baby why he's ADORABLE, kinda looks like you at that age, I mean HE IS, he's your, um, well, you know, family too! Honey, I'm sure once you've...meet them and.. "
But the young man narrowed his aqua-blue eyes then exploded as he yelled,
"BLOODY HELL! DID YOU NOT HEAR ME WOMAN? I SAID NO! I mean it! As long as HE IS HERE? I shall be elsewhere. As long as that man's spawn is walking upright and in MY HOME, color me gone."
Biting her bottom lip nervously because she knew well his temper she sweetly replied, trying once more to reach her upset child by saying,
"But, honey, that's correct! This is YOUR home! He's not trying to take it over, in fact, when he is home he's hardly visible, what with his Art, and his baby, and he doesn't even KNOW about you. That you're his, I mean he's..."
Unfortunately that had been the wrong thing to say to him, and all she could do was watch in shock as seventeen years of hate, anger, hurt, and frustration exploded as he then shouted,
"OH THAT, NOW THAT IS BLEEDI'N RICH! ALL OF MY FUCKING LIFE, YOU'VE MADE CERTAIN I KNEW ALL ABOUT HIM! HIS PERFECT LOOKS, GRADES, AND ALL THAT BLOODY ROT! BUT, DID SHE TELL HIM PISS ALL ABOUT ME? ABOUT YOU, ABOUT AUTUMN JANE? OR THEM TOO?"
At her sick look of shock he smiled his father's nastiest grin as he bombarded her with a yelled,
"WHAT, YOU DIDN'T KNOW I KNEW ABOUT MY OWN TWIN?"
Numbly she shook her head as the question with the hurtful words tore past her suddenly dry throat.
"Who was it that told you?"
Looking up at him, he was SO handsome, yet so lethal her breath caught.
With that killer smile, that self assured strut and smirk.
He looked like he could easily kill her and get away with it, so deeply flared were his eyes, so wounded and betrayed by her that they appeared red hued around the monochromatic blue.
And he was SO angry, so enraged.
It hurt her that he had found out like that.
SHE should of been the one to tell him, NOT Cara. Never Cara. SHE was his fucking MOTHER, NOT Cara, and NOT James.
Regretting years ago what she had done, for him, for herself, the deals she had made with a blonde bitch with a grudge against her own husband that was so strong and she somehow had been roped into it as well.
So many regrets.
So many mistakes.
And now?
And now the seeds of deceit had come to bloom.
To bear forth such a bitter fruit.
It made her want to tear out her hair and scream in frustrated anger, hearing her own flesh and blood despise her and such.
And, as Shandra closed her eyes and bitter tears of regret spilled down her cheeks, she found herself wishing and NOT for the first time, she had never went to that woman's home seventeen years ago on that brisk Autumn day.
Feeling faint she softly asked him once again,
"Who was it that told you son?"
"WHO TOLD ME? WHO DO YOU THINK? WHY THE PEOPLE YOU SOLD ME TO! JENNIFER SHOWED ME THE LOVELY GRAVE SITE, AND THEN CARA AND JAMES CONFESSED WHAT THEY KNEW. AND MRS. CRAIG TAYLOR FINALLY CONFIRMED IT TOO! YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH? I'M GLAD! I WONDER MUMMY DEAREST, HOW MANY OTHER SECRETS ARE TUCKED AWAY INSIDE THAT PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OF YOURS, HMM?"
She leaned back in real fear as he leaned forward so close their lips could of touched as he whispered so softly she had to strain her hearing to understand him, her aqua blue eyes wide as he replied a little to cockily,
What in the hell do you think drove me to be better? To be the best at all I tackled, huh? What, no answer? Because YOU KNOW IT AND I KNOW THAT IT IS TRUE! YOU PUSHED ME to BE JUST LIKE HIM! I'LL bet it did you PROUD when YOU found out I was even BETTER THAN HIM, HUH? Smarter, taller, more handsome? Are you not PROUD of what you created? WHAT YOUR LITTLE DECEPTION SPAWNED? BUT GUESS WHAT MUM? Even YOU KNOWING that MY DNA CARRIED NO FLAWS, YOU THINK YOU TRULY KNOW ME? WELL GUESS AGAIN! SO YOU THOUGHT I HARBORED NO QUEER GENES IN THIS BAD BOD BABE, NOPE! Guess again. And ya know what MOTHER DEAR? I LOVED IT! I FINALLY GET WHAT HENDY AND MY OTHER GAY FRIENDS HAD BEEN TRYING TO SAY TO ME ALL of this time. I also now know the real truth of just why you would never let my big brother near me too. You had told Jennifer Taylor to keep Justin FAR away from me, because you thought he would poison me, somehow make me gay, that somehow Craig my father, the love of your pathetic little life would find out and then you'd never stand a chance at him accepting me as his, as a Taylor, just like my good ole' GAY big brother, Isn't that correct? Well, guess what, He STILL wanted NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS BASTARD SON! NOW Isn't THAT rich MUM?" He snorted.
Stepping suddenly away from her as if disgusted, the pain in his voice tearing at her soul as he screamed,
"I'M THE GOOD ONE, I'M THE NORMAL ONE, THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER AND INTELLIGENT FUCKER ON THE BLOODY PLANET, YET MY OWN FATHER WOULD HAVE ME TOSSED OUT OF HIS PLACE OF BUSINESS LIKE TRASH! BECAUSE GUESS WHAT MOTHER? I DID GO AND SEE HIM, I SAW MY BROTHER'S LOVER, I HAD SEX WITH MY BROTHER'S LOVER, AND WOW MUM, YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE OLD MAN'S FACE AFTER BRIAN AND I LET LOOSE THAT BOMB ON THE OLD GOAT! HE ALMOST STROKED HIMSELF OUT!
TO THINK, I WANTED TO BE KNOWN AS HIS SO BADLY I EVEN HAD THAT LITTLE MESSY PROBLEM OF HAVING TO SUBMIT TO A DNA TEST FIRST, BUT HEY, IT WAS TO MEET MY DADDY, SO WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT? WRONG. EVEN AFTER KNOWING THE TRUTH ABOUT ME, ABOUT US AND STILL? 'HE' THE MAN'S FIRST BORN, HIS LITTLE GAY SON GETS THE LAST NAME! AND ME? OH, HE ONLY CALLED ME A MISTAKE THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN TAKEN CARE OF SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO, AND THEN? HE TOLD BRIAN THAT IT WAS GOOD TO SEE SOME THINGS HAD NOT CHANGED, AS IT WAS OBVIOUS HE STILL LIKED CHICKEN. AFTER BRIAN EXPLAINED TO ME WHAT 'DADDY DEARES'T HAD MEANT BY THAT CRACK, IF KINNEY HADN'T OF CLEANED THE OLD FUCKS BLOODY CLOCK, I WOULD HAVE! SO, NO! DO NOT EVEN SAY IT MUM! WHY IF I COULD I'D…"
She cringed as he held his hands as if strangling someone.
"But, Sh..."
The young dark blond man was visibly shaking, clenching his long slim fingers open and closed biting his bottom lip hard and fighting to keep the tears at bay as he softly said in a voice she long ago had recognised as his 'no problems no worry' voice,
"So, again, and I hope you're listening this time, the answer to attend my faggy brother's son's little soiree is a big fat nope. I'll be at the penthouse if you need, me. Tell moms and pop bye for me, yeah? And be a good luv now, let them know where I've gone yeah? Look, classes have been going good, I've been eating right and all that rot, yada, yada, hey, I even met a girl so sorry mum, gotta jet! Kisses Luv ya, ta!"
Leaning down and kissing her cheek, in a whirlwind he was gone, again...Leaving her behind.
Shakily as she wipes at the quiet tears, a concerned and confused _expression is etched on her pretty face as she watches her 'baby' go, just like she had off and on all those years ago.
Did he really say he had had 'sex' with Justin's Brian Kinney? NO! It was not possible!
Her own anger burns deeply at a petite blonde as she silently damns another for her pain, for her obviously confused son's.
And as the multitude of secrets that she's held in her heart made her head throb she quietly dresses for the baby's party.
>>>>
Muttering darkly to himself, his head down, and as he's not really paying much attention, the angry young man soon finds himself falling as he barrels into someone. HARD.
Knocking said someone to the marble floor tit over teakettle, he carefully gets to his feet.
Cautiously as he's approaching the moaning figure, his senses are assaulted by a sultry scent.
A very familiar sexy scent.
But when a husky moan causes his dark blue dress pants to tighten in a most delicious way, he's reminded of someone.
In fact, he had not heard THAT sound for a month or two, not since...Her.
Shaking his dark blond head to attempt to rid himself of HER ghost, quickly as he's scrambling to assist the current recipient of his headstrong temper, he winces in sympathy at the torn skirt, although it does reveal quite a sexy flash of long tanned legs, as well as the yards of thick cinnamon brown curls now tumbling in a soft cloud around her bare shoulders, covering her face.
Grinning a feral grin, as he lets her scent cover him, reaching down to offer his hand in assistance he is again assaulted by her lusty pheromones, and he quivers as he eagerly awaits her unveiling, this soft, nice smelling someone.
But when a slim brown left hand sporting a pink diamond wedding and engagement ring comes to view pushing at said curls, his common senses are barely held back.
>>>>>>
Now it's always been his own personal policy as he's really never been one to tamper with another bloke's bird.
And, he's always prided himself on that fact too.
But, when concerned aqua-blue eyes meet shocked chocolate brown ones, and as both parties jaws drop and one word is exchanged as they loudly exclaim, "YOU!" he finds himself re- thinking that particular personal policy.
Because it was her.
The beautiful, mysterious longhaired cinnamon-brown eyed girl that had been haunting his dreams.
The sexy girl, the student in his third period class who's friends were as close mouthed and rabid about her privacy as a junk yard dog.
The same little bint who had NOT recognised him as her Professor.
The same girl that had wowed him in Karaoke, then prick teased him senseless on the dance floor as well as beat his ass in several games of darts and pool who had later left him all alone in his penthouse bedroom with only her unique scent saturating his dark blue linens covering him with an afterglow of some of the best STRAIGHT sex he'd ever dreamed of, let alone had with a female bed partner.
Her...
The caramel skinned beauty, the woman of his dreams.
For so many nights he had dreamed of her being back in his arms.
And now, here she was, sprawled out at his feet...
Looking up at the ceiling he silently mouthed, "Thank you!"
*Two months earlier, HIS version*
With a heavy exhausted sigh, the young dark blond man twisted the keys into the several deadbolt locks and all but fell over the threshold as his luggage tumbled from his tired fingertips.
Curious if Kinney had called him back, and then scared shitless as the phone suddenly rang, in fear of the fact that he might of done just that, and that could be him right now, after deliberating for a full 15 minutes, he gave up deciding to let the answering machine get it as the jangling bell became increasingly annoying.
Carefully he slid the keys out of the outside locks and tossed them onto the glass coffee table in the center of the room.
They made a *thwang* sound that jeered on his already sensitive nerves as he closed the door, locking it by throwing home the line of inside locks.
Even so he lived in a very safe neighborhood, he was taking NO chances.
Making his way toward his shower, leaving a trail of stripped off clothing, after a relaxing shower and a small snack, he sighed as he twisted the top off of his drink.
Pushing the button on his machine with his big toe, he grinned as he took a small sip of strawberry soda and listened as the voice of his best friend Henderson came tumbling out of the machine exclaiming,
"DUDE! Meet me and the gang tonight at our spot LYRIC! Home of Cold brew, hot birds, cool blokes! YEAH! See you there at 7 buddy!"
Laughing as he erased the hasty message he grinned a big grin.
None of them were exactly British, however they had all soon found that 'birds' and 'blokes' loved a sexy American accent, and 'chicks' and 'dudes' really loved a hot European one, so depending on the continent they were currently standing in decided their accents for the moment.
Earlier, as he had parted from Hendy and the boys, he had told them ALL he was NOT going out tonight as the jet lag was seriously kicking his arse!
But, after a long wank in the shower and a quick bite to eat, suddenly, he felt like going out with his mates.
Eagerly he picked up his phone.
******
The pub had been hopping with lots of drinking and dancing as the youngest of the crew of five walked through the doorway.
Henderson or *Hendy* had laughingly lead the way as the young men sauntered inside and found themselves a waitress and a good table, up front.
Sitting down next to his best mate, he peered in the semi darkness up at the older boy and grinned.
Chadworth F. Henderson was a bit of all right in his books.
Since meeting him in College and then studying abroad and working along side of him, the two had formed a close bond of sorts.
6 foot 3 and as handsome as the day was long, dark eyed and dark haired Hendy was a handful.
In fact, if he had chose to *swing* that way, he probably would have a chance with the bisexual man, but as he didn't *swing* that way, he was content to just be considered a good mate, Hendy's best friend, even though he knew of the older boy's *more than friends* feelings for him.
Looking over at the two red heads arguing loudly he shook his head in amusement snorting as he watched their normal antics.
As usual, they were fighting over the attentions of the petite pretty dark haired waitress that was rolling her brown eyes and snapping her gum at them in annoyance as she attempted to take their orders.
Kevin D. Andrews, or 'Krunch' as he was known for his wrestling skills as well as his special knack for getting out of tough situations, and his twin Kyle S. Andrews, or 'Klunk' who was known for the ability to fix anything electrical, or mechanical, were getting louder until Klunk suddenly screamed, "FINE BITCH, ROCK, PAPER, SISSORS, LET'S GO!"
Both he and Krunch smacked down meaty paws onto their large hands over and over until Klunk yelled in triumphal glee.
"YES!"
It looked like it would indeed be pitchers of Marg's and Krunch would be forking it over, the dosh that was.
"Will you two shut it!? You're scaring off the girls that just MIGHT want to hook up, with some of us you lard heads!" Fumed a very regal voice in exasperation.
That would be their other friend, Einstein J. Bellows, or 'E' as he liked to be called.
Not only was the guy a genius such as himself?
He was famous for procuring anything of the pharmaceutical nature that you needed.
As he had thrown his head back to laugh at the absurdity of it all, still snickering, his eyes had widened slightly at the vision now on the stage.
She looked a little nervous as she cleared her throat, and then began singing Accapella, one of his favorite songs by one of his favorite groups.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Fumbling for his camera phone, he snaps it open and training it on her as she sang,
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
And, as she softly finished the last of the stanza, he felt his heart dip into his toes, as she seemed to be singing right to him, as if she KNEW his deepest secrets.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your..life..
Shouts and whistles broke out at her last note, and then the pretty girl blushed, bowed and nodding at her audience, pausing once more to look right at him, then she joined her friends at the table in the back who were yelling and offering their congrats to her as they smacked her on her back and then loudly ordered her a drink.
Closing his jaw as well as his phone, he accepted the drink that a smirking 'E' was now handing him.
He knew that look.
"NO!"
Then the other three started in with, the look.
"Guys, " He had whined. "No! I don't want to!"
Pouting his best pout at them he said, "Look, you blokes do it JUST as good, why don't YOU go do it!"
Krunch and Klunk went in for the kill as they sweetly asked, "Please Shay? For us?"
Krunch lowered his sandy lashes as he whispered, "We DID kinda scare off the birds, and..."
"Yeah, and we're right sorry and all that rot," Klunk added hastily batting his own.
A little too hastily if the several quick kicks under the table had much to do with it.
Seeing his friend's pained and sincere expressions, he closed his eyes and sighed a put up on sigh as he said,
"Oh, bloody hell, all right, if I must then I shall."
Pointing a long slim finger at them all he growled, "BUT, you ALL owe me, and big time, got it!?"
He didn't even wait for their replies as he got up from his seat and stomped over to the stage and put in his name for a turn.
And after the next 'call' it was him upon the stage thumbing through the large black book looking for one of his favorites.
Running his slim finger down the page, he bit his lip in anticipation as he found just the right song.
Looking through his dark blond bangs at her, he noticed she was watching him with an obviously interested look on her heart shaped face, as he queued up the machine and then started to sing.
After his song was finished, and he deftly jumped off of the stage, he smirked as their table was now surrounded by eagerly smiling feminine as well as masculine faces.
One of the 'girly' ones was hers.
Although she had called herself 'Jules' he knew what her real name was as she was a student of his in one of his Pre-med classes.
Obviously she didn't recognise him out of his normal suit, shirt and tie, sensible loafers and gold-rimmed glasses.
And he always wore his long hair back in a tightly braided quay, not falling to his shoulders in a dark blond mass of curls.
Nor did he wear any eye makeup to class, elaborate or otherwise.
Dressed as he was tonight, in skin tight boots, matching tight black leather pants and an open to his nips short sleeved black silk shirt to show off his muscles, with his aqua-blue eyes lined in black eyeliner, not even his own mum would of known who he was!
So, he had let Daphne Taylor have her fun, as he went along with her little charade.
Even up to the point at her sly suggestion that they go some place a bit more.. quiet.
And at his agreement, she had almost taken his arm out of socket as she had jerked him much to his embarrassment and his friends amusement, up from his chair as she had anxiously asked, "Where's your car?"
Since he had only one drink, he had felt safe enough to drive and soon they arrived to his penthouse parking garage.
Laughing loudly at some silly joke she had told him about blondes and drainpipes, soon they had rode the elevator to his floor.
Feeling a bit shy, he watched her out of the corner of his eye as she kept rubbing at something on her left hand.
Grabbing her hand as the doors opened, he had his keys out, and soon they were inside, locking out the world.
It was like his body was on fire, and only she could quench it.
A flame that had been lit a while back needed satisfied. That same flame had left him feeling confused; so much that he hadn't had 'all the way' sex since returning from England.
Their clothing HAD to go.
In moments it was all out of the way.
Then, they were standing nude in front of each other.
He couldn't remember who touched whom first.
And as his hands gently and reverently touched her soft brown skin, her lush curves, her full breasts with dark cinnamon tipped nipples he frowned at the tiny tear that had slipped down her cheek.
Concerned at her sudden change in behaviour, he had cradled her small body to his heart and kissed first the tips of her breasts and then her temple gently as he lifted her and carried her to his bedroom.
Foolishly they had both foregone thoughts of any sort of protection.
And, as their blending desires overwhelmed them both, soon they were silently crying as they gave each other the most tender mind blowing, heart rendering orgasms ever.
For him, it had meant more than just a fuck or a one nighter as again and again, he touched her in places he had never before taken the time to find on a woman.
Watching with pleasure as he caused her to be moved to new heights and then burning with pride as she later told him she had never before been touched like that.
Ever.
Then blushing to her toe tips she had wantonly said, she "had never been fucked quite like that!"
Again and again, when her soft lips or warm hands brought him screaming to the brink of such intensity that it made him weep from the sheer pleasure of her soft touches he felt as if he were inside a dream.
Only once before had he EVER cum THAT hard!
Only once before had an orgasm ever felt that damn good too.
And, if his memory served him correctly, several had followed the first, each topping the other.
It had left him feeling even more confused.
Wondering if perhaps he could still find out just what felt better.
Being with a woman, or being with a man, because despite his strict hetro upbringing, he couldn't help but wonder...Had he made a huge mistake by not taking Mr. Kinney up on his more than generous offer?
Was it too late then to allow the beautiful man the pleasure of ridding himself of his pesky 'brown cherry?'
Afterward, he and Jules had then talked about so many different subjects.
He had soon found out that they shared a lot in common.
From music to sports to hobbies, and everything in between.
Even thought she was a couple of years older than him, he was more than capable of keeping up with her in intelligent conversation.
Sadly, he had wished she could have shared the same trait.
And once again, his mind was drawn back to the enticing extremely intelligent tall Irishman.
So much so that as she was blowing him once again, he couldn't help but let Brian's name slip.
Either she had been too drunk to notice or to care because the names Jules and Brian were worlds apart, and in more ways than one too!
She obviously had not known about his prostate like he had known about her G spot.
But Brian had, and had introduced him to it in a most delicious way, making him feel like a cum whore.
Later in England, red faced and pissed out of his mind, he had finally gotten up the courage to ask Hendy a bit more about it.
And when his grinning friend had offered to do more than just 'chat' about it, he had begged off firmly, not wanting to spoil the perfect memory of an Irish god touching him as if HE were a most precious jewel.
Despite her eagerness to share though, he just couldn't help but feel she was not being totally honest with him...
And, in the morning she was gone.
No note, no phone number, just, gone.
*Back to present day*
Looking down at her now, it all clicked.
Her last name, her unwillingness to talk about some subjects, her hasty retreat, and then later the cold way she had acted toward him in class, at his attempts to draw her out after class.
She was a married woman!
Watching her like a hawk as she was fussing with her dress and unconsciously rubbing at the tiny bump of her middle, it wasn't until he heard the soft gentle greeting of his second mum Cara Southmier, that he knew without a doubt, JUST who this girl truly was.
"Daph darling, " Cara gushed, oblivious to the dirty looks her son was giving the shaking girl as she simpered on, "I see you've already met my pride and joy, my son, the Professor and soon to be Doctor, Shayden Craig James!"
A little grin etched her features as she cooed at the bewildered girl, "Darling, I'm certain YOU can keep a secret yes?"
Daphne nodded slightly and then winced as her stomach lurched again.
Peering up at Shay, the tiny woman said, "You don't mind her knowing do you dear?"
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'Poor poppet she looked absolutely green, and he was certain it wasn't envy either.'
Thought Shay maliciously as he watched the color drain and then change in hue over her lovely face.
Grinning a smirk down at the tiny blonde woman who looked about to burst, he slyly said,
"No Mum, I don't mind a'tal Luv, not a'tal."
Looking pleased, the older woman patted first his cheek and then the trembling girl's hand and whispered loudly, "Now I'm NOT supposed to tell you so you can't tell Jennifer or your parents but? Shay here and YOUR Justin are in fact, half brothers! Your little Chance is in fact Shay's nephew! Isn't that JUST lovely dear?"
>>>>>
Daphne felt faint as she heard Cara crow not noticing the wide smirk on Shayden's make that Professor James's face, a face so like Justin's and Chance's own.
OH.
DEAR.
GOD.
Daphne suddenly couldn't breathe, and then it was as if she DID finally breathe, she was going to heave as well.
'OHGODWHATHADSHEDONE?'
She had gone and had unprotected sex with her own brother-in -law!
Justin was SO going to kill her.
Just bury her body in that fucking rose bush in the Courtyard he loved so fucking much.
A hysterical bubble of insane laughter threatened to choke her as she envisioned her angry husband and her baby both with shovels.
His big and heavy, and the baby's would be a big blue Cookie Monster toy shovel...Justin saying encouraging things to his son...Determined looks on BOTH their faces as they grimly dug...
That was it then.
Proof positive, she had finally lost her fucking mind!
>>>>
Looking around the older woman's face scrunched up into a puzzled frown as she inquired, "Daphne Honey, where is your husband and child dear? Where is Justin and Chance?"
But Daphne wasn't listening as she felt her stomach lurch and she turned to run for the nearest bathroom with her hand clapped tightly over her mouth, the other curled protectively around her middle as she began heaving and her mind screaming,
"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH, MY GOOD GOD NO!NONONO! Not only am I pregnant, but it's with HIS kid! Justin's kid brother's kid!"
She was again knocked up by a seventeen year old kid!
History had cruelly repeated itself, and Justin was gonna kill her!
Slamming open the door, she didn't even see who she had bumped into coming out of the bathroom until she heard Justin's concerned voice saying, "Daph, are you okay honey?"
And then Chance's tiny voice questioning softly, 'Mama?"
Both voices were making her feel so bad, so evil and angry with herself for what she had done to them, what she had unknowingly done to them all.
Because of the stupid choices she had made a couple of months earlier, she had now ruined everything!
EVERYTHING!
She was certain as soon as Justin found out the reason she was worshiping the porcelain throne, he'd leave her, go back to that fucking Brian and take their baby with him, and although he had every right to do so, that thought scared her to the very marrow of her bones.
Because no matter how uncomfortable he made her feel, Chance was still HER baby!
Praying hopeless to any god that would listen she vowed she'd try and do better!
She'd spend more time with him, get to know him.
She'd even take parenting classes or talk to a professional about her disturbing thoughts,
BUT she'd be damned if Brian fuckin' Kinney was going to do HER job as her baby's parent!
Not over her dead body!
Falling to her knees in anger and frustration and fear she leaned over the crisp pristine white bowl and heaved, not noticing as Justin had waved over one of the many servants just standing around at the ready to hold Chance whilst he held her with one firm arm, gently pulling back her long tumbled hair away from her face and out of the toilet with his free hand.
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At the girl's sudden departure, her fine arched brows knitted in confusion as Cara calmly asked Shayden, "Oh my, was it something I said dear?"
A truly evil grin etched his pouty lips as he purred, "No Luv, I think you finally just made things clearer for us all, crystal in fact."
Patting his older mummy figure's hand he offered sweetly, "Look, why don't YOU go and find um,"
"Justin dear?" His second mum finished for him hopefully.
Chance looked at her with pity. Poor old dear... She had SO wanted them to be good friends now that they were older and their mother's couldn't interfere as much, and had told him JUST as much, after she had told him as much of the truth as he could stomach.
He had found out just how much right after he had returned from a short side trip to Pittsburgh before he had left for England that it had not been much, when he had spent most of the gruelling trip in the aircraft decorating the loo.
He couldn't let it show, or even let her know that just speaking the other boy's name made him want to vomit even now, months later, but, as a very good plan was now quickly re-formulating in his mind, he smoothly said it anyway.
"Yes, Justin and the Birthday Boy, erm, Chance, was it?"
At her eager nod, he quickly added,
"And I'll go and see to, what's her name again luv?"
"Daphne Dear, Daphne J. Taylor, she's Justin's wife and the mother of his son you know, your nephew? Honestly Shay, don't you remember, I told you that?" Replied his exasperated mum as she had said it smugly.
A little too smugly Shayden thought, but it wasn't his beef to cook.
Oh, no, his beef was with, 'HIM.' Justin Craig Taylor.
Cringing at the shame in even having to share the same middle name as well as DNA with that queer loser, he mentally and guiltily shook himself as he strayed right back onto the task at hand.
Waiting until he saw the last of her back regally striding down the corridor, quickly Shayden sprinted toward the way he had last seen Daphne run.
As he ran he couldn't help but gloat.
'Okay, so THIS was what it felt like when heavenly mana was falling into his lap!
Even better than any damn State lottery or discovering gold!'
He had NOT only bedded his big brother's former beautiful god of a lover, but he had even bedded Justin's beautiful goddess of a wife, AND had managed to possibly some how knock her up to boot!
He needed to stop and think, to plan, no, he needed to find a certain little lying bint named Daphne J. Taylor, and ask her a few simple questions.
Then, he needed to call a certain tall dark and handsome, someone.
And he was piss positive that her answers were going to change both of their lives.
Hell ALL of their lives and soon, very soon, because, unlike his father before him, NO child of HIS would be nameless.
Left feeling as he now did years later after his own discoveries, unloved and unwanted too, there was now a frisson of hope.
That bloody little fairy was going to give her up to a REAL man, one who could give her what she needed, not just some empty plastic fake arsed life but a rich and full one.
And, even if he had to beat it into his brother's fat head that matched his fatter arse, he'd make Justin see just how much he was hurting BOTH Daphne and Chance by NOT being able to step up and be the man he could NEVER be, the man they BOTH needed him to be.
Somehow he would make his brother really see the truth. How much it was killing
Brian Kinney to be away from Justin even one more day...
Because Shayden might of been many things, but a fool was NOT one of them.
He knew Brian was just using him to ease the edge off of the deep hurt that Justin's self-imposed absence brought, and it was just as well because was he not using the older man just as easily?
To find out the answers to embarrassing questions about man/man love, and the ways of it.
To understand it, to enjoy and revel in it.
To be free to choose.
Finally he too could feel Hendy's frustration as it hit him head on and fast, he was a bisexual man, just like his friend, only unlike him, he leaned a lot more toward woman than men.
After all, it had been Shayden who had gone back to the sexy man instead of following his screaming head and well beaten in morals, and just tried walking away and NOT listening to his foolish heart by acting like the seventeen year old inexperienced prat he was that had gone and had fallen for the hazel eyed enigma.
Although he knew, without an ounce of a doubt that Brian Kinney loved his big brother with all he could, still, Shayden couldn't help but wish that Brian somehow, somewhere held a little something back, just for him.
When he looked deep into Shay's eyes and he said all of those caring and sexy things, it made his stomach flip, and his mind gooey.
He simply could NOT think straight or otherwise if Brian was touching him.
If he had been in Justin's shoes, he honestly didn't think he could of left such a wonderful man.
But it broke his heart to hear Brian cry over Justin in such a way that he felt it to his core.
Leaving him feeling dirty, and slutty and sneaky.
Because Brian didn't know the truth about him.
Yes he wasn't Justin, but he was the next best thing, he was the man's little brother.
A fact that sat on the end of his tongue as Brian did amazing things with his own talented mouth muscle left Shay wondering, if Brian knew the truth about him, would he punch him, or fuck him?
Knowing the man was missing his brother as badly as he did, that question had haunted him for days.
And Justin HAD to have been missing the man too right? They had been lovers for fucks sake.
Because it was impossible that he really LOVED her! Right? Like asking a Zebra to change it's stripes to pink paisley polka dots!
It simply could NOT be done!
A gay man was a gay man, was a gay man. Was he not?
There was no bloody miracle cure that those moronic Christians kept spouting about, no pill either, for if there were, he would of heard of it by now.
After all, he WAS in the bloody field!
Shay knew better than anyone, Justin couldn't help being who and what he was no more than he could help that he was the taller one.
And would always be from the looks of it.
Justin was 19 now, and probably about finished growing.
Shayden was only 17 and obviously still growing.
Although their DNA was somewhat different, it was just enough.
Simply put, Justin was positively gay, 100%.
And he, well, he was possibly straight, 100%? Or not...
How many nights had he comforted a drunk and wasted Hendy, gently side stepping those exquisite roving hands, but had NOT been fast enough to avoid that lovely mouth?
And when the older boy had gotten into many a confused relationship over his head, who had held him tightly as he had cried as if his heart were breaking?
From Shayden's personal experience and first hand observations of all Hendy had to deal with, being bisexual obviously wasn't the easiest road for the guy to follow, but at least he was TRUE to it, and he never pretended to be anything but!
And from what he had heard, Justin was in no better shape.
So curious, Shayden just HAD to go and see this Brian Aiden Kinney for himself.
And although the older man had done his best to pick him up and take him home, Shayden had pouted his lips and prettily begged off and then walked out of the club, only to turn right back around disgusted with himself over the burning need to know ALL about his older brother and his former life just as soon as he had found out about him, and ask Mr. Kinney in a flirty manner, "If the offer still stood"?
He had even met Jennifer, as well as Daphne's parents.
Even that bossy redheaded bint Debbie at that tasty little diner, and he had sworn if she had called him 'Sunshine#2 just one more time, and all because of his look a like damned bloody smile? He was going to go mental!
Justin's friends had been very colorful as well.
He had especially liked that Emmett bloke.
Ted or Theodore as he and Brian had teasingly and repeatedly called the older man seemed a bit of alright as well, but a tad bit possessive when it came to his mate, and he wasn't just noticing their very close friendship too.
But, he had felt his heart quicken as he watched Ted grab a napkin or two and wipe at his tears even despite Brian's teasing as he had told him,
"Justin used to tease me too. But with him, it was just, you know, playful stuff. Gawd I miss that kid!" He bawled.
And then he had broken down until Emmett had told enough silly memories of Justin to make them all smile.
Yeah Em had been a real hoot, smart as a whip that one, but he played ditzy queen most smashingly!
And his storytelling skills were just divine as well!
Through his words and actions Shay could even see his older brother's eyebrow raising and ballsy antics and laugh right along with the others.
Then that bloody twit that Mikey chap he'd almost gotten into a fist a cuffs with due to the fact that he had accused Shay of going off and getting surgery or something.
He had kept calling him Justin, and acting all jealous and angry, and put out.
What a bleeding loony wanker!
Then there was Brian.
Scary as fuck, yet, sexy as hell.
He put poor Hendy to bloody shame, and Shay had always thought his best mate to be a looker.
But this one? Oh lordy! Brian Aiden Kinney was the kind of man one wrote sonnets about, painted pictures of, nude ones if the truth of what his brother had boldly done was true.
The man was model perfect, mouth-watering... Sharp dresser with an even sharper tongue.
His dry wit was simply delicious!
The older man was a beautiful Irish bloke and it was the only words Shay could find to describe the perfection that was the man, Brian Kinney.
It had even tempted him to find out just what those perfect lips had felt like, and after finding it out, he finally got it.
Just why every feckin' straight gay or what not male or female was always trying to bed HIM too!
It was that sense of touching power, the natural beauty of the man, feeling soft hair under your fingertips and even softer skin, if you were one of the lucky ones.
Because while Brian might of been a huge slut, he was a picky one as well.
Lucky for Shayden, a nice bubbled arse as well as a killer pretty smile and large yet hefty delicious cock was yet another few of the things he and his older brother had in common, according to the whimsy of a totally sexy yet thoroughly pissed Mr. K..
It had just been an experiment for Shayden, one that his scientific mind could not help but be curious about, and one that his own lust could not help but crave, and then devour what had been so innocently offered.
Mentally yet skilfully manipulating the older man, Shay had gotten out every single private thought Brian horded about his older brother, and some of it was so honest, so perfect, that he had to excuse himself to the loo several times, to blow his nose and splash water on his face.
Brian Kinney without a doubt loved his 'Sunshine' his Justin.
And he had been missing the boy something fierce too.
But, it was his job, his friends and his silly pride that kept him away.
Well that and several threats from Justin's wife Daphne.
He had felt more than guilty afterward, and even though they hadn't done the 'nasty' quite just yet, just messed about, shared a wank, or two.
He had even let the older man give him a blow, and GOOD god and BLOODY HELL what a blow it had been!
No one had ever made him cum so much, and SO hard too!
That for the first time in his life, Shay had been more than eager to return the favour.
But, just as his lips touched the silky thick and tall column of skin so soft it had felt unreal, his own drilled in homophobia had been screaming loudly, well loud enough that he politely begged off in returning the favour no matter how curious he was as to what it felt like, or even tasted like.
Telling himself he was simply NOT gay.
Justin and Hendy and blokes like them did it with other blokes because they were, well GAY.
But after letting Brian taste his essence one last time, when he had heard the soft muffled sobs and several "Justin, forgive me, I miss yous" coming from the loo, he had felt SO damn guilty and even more sorry for his older brother knowing what he had given up, what he had been forced to of left behind, he had gently taken the man's fine long thick juicy cock between his lips as he tried to remember the things Brian had done for him to make him feel so good.
Forgiving him everything, and anything even when he accidentally had called him 'Justin.' or 'Sunshine' his tears had fallen into silky chestnut curls for the older man, his older brother's distraught lover that just could NOT let his brother's ghost rest.
He had decided then and there to help them both!
The question remained, 'how?'
>>>>>
When all is said, and done
And dead does he love you
The way that I do
Breathing in lightening
Tonight's fighting
I feel the hurt so physical
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
>>>>>>>
After letting him carefully wipe off her face and soothe her heated forehead with a cool plush washcloth that probably cost more than his father made in a week, Justin caught his breath at the beaten look in her dark eyes.
Her pretty deep chocolate eyes that he suddenly noticed held deep dark shadows under them now held so much sadness, so much so that Justin felt his own tearing up as he watched her slender shoulders droop as she softly said,
"Justin, I have to tell you something, and after I do, you're not going to like me very much. In fact, I'll go out on a limb here and just say it. I think you'll not only ask me for a divorce, I think you'll hate me and take my baby away from, me...OH GOD! Help me Justin, because I don't, I don't know HOW to tell you what I've done or even how to fix this and make it better. SHIT! Where to begin!"
Justin looked down at her in shock as he nuzzled his nose in her neck and softly said, "I love you Daphne J. Taylor. I married ya didn't I? And, look at our beautiful son we made Daph! Ya know, I suffered through a lot of ugly dolls back when we used to play house pretending them to be our kid. But this one, well, he's kinda cute. So, well, seeing as he's made it to his first year and all, I'd kinda like to keep him."
He added playfully shoulder bumping her like they used to do when they were younger.
"Besides," he said, tilting up her tear stained face, "The beginning would be a good a place as any to start." and then abruptly he shut his mouth after realizing that someone had echoed him word for word.
Someone who sounded like him.
Sort of.
Except he had never been to England and it was strange to hear his own voice with that kind of lilt to it. Such a sexy accent it was too.
And looking full on now at the handsome stranger that framed the doorway, he felt himself respond as only a gay man could as his already tight blue jeans became even that much more tighter.
Hell, as beautiful as this young man was, he would bet straight guy's might even give it a go at trying to get this vision's personal attentions, let alone a phone number or chat room addy.
Then after the lust of his sudden libido fog cleared, he also noticed that the mysterious someone kind of wore his face, but on them it was less round, more angular, kind of like his father's.
And the furious look in those amazing and now suddenly blazing aquamarine eyes puzzled him.
The boy looked angry for some reason as he was now looking down at them, and then over at a squirming Chance.
"Cute kid, reminds me of myself when I was his age." Drawled the tall stranger dryly as he again stared back down at the couple still sitting on the bathroom floor.
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She spreads her love
She burns me up
I can't let go
I can't get out
I've said enough
Enough by now
I can't let go
I can't get out
Wait till the day you finally see
I've been here waiting patiently
Crossing my fingers and my t's
She cried on my shoulder begging please
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around no more
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Shayden felt his whole world tilt as he watched his gay half brother attend so tenderly to HIS lover’s needs, who just happened to be his wife.
And it was childish he knew because it was JUSTIN who was legally wed to the beautiful girl and not himself, still, he suddenly wanted to just beat the bloody hell out of Justin!
He was SO damn jealous!
Not only did the older boy get that fine Irish hunk Brian Kinney's undivided love, their father's last name and even hate when he himself even after a test to prove it, got nothing, not even a second glance, but no, Justin got it all!
A beautiful son as well as such a beautiful and talented wife, and it was more than just in the bedroom where the girl was proficient too!
Her grades were perfect, her clinical skills divine, and she played a bloody good game as well!
In.
Almost.
Anything.
Well, he thought as a grim grin etched his mouth, except this.. Except in the 'game' of 'Life'.
And now, lucky her, Shayden was about to teach her a hard lesson, one she would eventually win in, but it would be a painful lesson to learn.
His grin widened as he watched her eyes do the same.
In fact they got so big? He snickered at the thought they just might pop!
But, OH bloody hell! Her painful moan was just as delicious.
'Oh, yes honey,' he thought hatefully 'revenge was a dish best served cold' and before he got finished with her?
Daphne J. Taylor was going to undergo a name change.
Because NO one, ESPECIALLY no bint made a fool of him, used him!
And he was just dying to ask,
"What in the HELL had his queer brother been thinking?"
As his large ego was remembering the way she had melted onto his cock like cinema butter over freshly popped corn only proved his theory.
And he was willing to bet a years salary that she had NEVER cum for that limp dicked, limp wristed sissy Justin, the way she had for him.
Just like the woman she had been born to be.
It had been HIM who had tasted the caged animal in her, and for a week after their 'sexual romp' had worn the long deep red scratches furrowed up and down his back as a badge of his manhood, his ability to make a woman like her, feel again.
He had showed her how to live again, and now, where does he find her?
Sobbing in the arms of his no good older brother that's where.
'Well, ' he grimly thought, 'time for this charade to end. 'It's time for my big brother dear to learn a few home truths as well.'
Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, to blast them both he hears a familiar voice behind him as it says,
"Shayden? Shay James, is that you? It has to be because I know of only one other bubble butt that perfect on the planet and it belongs to,...Ah Justin, there you are!
What are you and Daphne doing on the floor? Your helpful Auntie Cara had told me where I might find you and look, here you are."
Looking around him, down at them, then back again at Shayden, then finally over at the squirmy baby who was currently cooing at him bouncing and trying to get his attention, he smirked and wiggled his long tanned fingers at the baby before answering Justin's squeaked,
"Brian? Is that, is that really you? What are you even doing here?”
"Ah as eloquent as ever Sunshine, yep it's me, in the flesh. How in the HELL have you been Sunshine? How's married life treating you?"
Looking now down at a glaring and dishevelled Daphne he regally asked,
"And you MRS. Taylor, how has life been treating you? Is being married to a fag all you'd hoped it would be? Hmm Daphne?"
Before she could even open her smart mouth to reply he grinned as he darkly said,
"Tell me, was it worth it, and has the," He pretended to ponder, folding his arms over his chest as he brought up one hand to tap at his sexy jaw line saying, "what was it you had called Justin?"
Then he said, "Ahh, I remember now!" As he snapped his lean fingers and spat, “a little bubble-headed blond boy toy, wasn't that how you had referred to him on the phone to me that day you had called me?"
>>>>>
Justin was floored!
And looking at how upset Brian had made her, and how quickly too, he knew she was lying, and had lied to him back then as well.
Because it was obvious that she had indeed went behind HIS back and had taunted Brian after all!
'That lying little bitch!'
"Daph? Is this true?" He HAD to know, so he asked her.
As the glare in her eyes heated up, her chin rose as she haughtily spat back, looking challengingly at her husband as she answered smugly, "Justin? Choose. You either believe me, YOUR WIFE, or you believe HIM, a slutty LYING queer HO!"
Ignoring them both Brian blithely continued,
"A little bubble-butted blond 'boy toy'...So, I ask you AGAIN Daphne, has Justin changed his spots the way you had hoped he would? Spots I might add that even with a flashlight and a pirate's map and compass, you'd NEVER find."
Brian smirked.
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Then Justin and Shayden exchanged worried looks as she growled, "GET OUT Now Kinney, and I promise to NOT press charges."
Both of them then turned those brilliant blue hues onto him as he swiftly replied,
"Now Daphy honey, is that anyway to treat an old friend, let alone a guest, invited I might add by the Mistress of the manor herself which is SO NOT you my dear, but Justin's Auntie Cara? Hmm, well, is it?" He goaded the furious girl condescendingly enjoying her growing discomfort at the news that she could NOT do a thing about him being here.
At her continued silence he simpered, "Hmm, I’ll take that then as a no. Wouldn't you boys say so?"
But BOTH Justin AND Shayden knew of her temper and right now were concerned for their lover's safety as they watched their other lover getting angrier, and angrier.
“Oh, and here is the baby's present." He added totally ignoring the mother of the child as he thrust a small dark blue box into Justin's trembling fingers.
Justin held it as if it were a reptile about to strike, much like his crouching and growling wife.
Brian airily waved his hand as he impatiently said, "Well, what are you waiting for Sunshine, Christmas? Go on, open the bloody thing!"
At Justin and Daphne's twin gasps and narrowed eyes, Shayden sighed knowing the cat was now out of the bloody bag!
Especially when his lover put his hand to his mouth like a naughty child and then grabbing him around the neck, planted a big wet one on Shayden, tongue and all, right in front of a sputtering and shocked Justin AND Daphne Taylor!
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After he had kissed his younger, very younger, lover’s lips blush pink, Brian had snickered at Justin and Daphne's twin looks of horror and sputtered to a red faced Shayden as he hooted, "Ha! I guess you were right 'luv' that sexy Britt accent of your IS rubbing off on me!"
Then grabbing the tasty boy from behind, he ground that perfect cock into the cleft of his round firm ass as he leaned down to whisper, "With all of the rooms in this glorious palace, show me which one is yours, and I'll do a little 'rubbing off on you’ of my own...I might even let you persuade me to help you with that 'pesky' cherry problem I'm sure you still have."
Nibbling on the blush pink earlobe he loudly whispered, "because we BOTH know JUST How persuasive you can be, right Shay?"
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Daphne screamed and lunged at the same time Justin easily caught her.
He didn't know what in the hell was going on, or even who the beautiful boy was to her, but he DID recognise that possessive look in BOTH his wife's and his X lover's dark eyes.
So, it really didn't shock him too much when she screeched, bellowing like a wounded animal,
"KINNEY! GET YOUR FUCKING DIRTY QUEER PAWS OFF OF MY LOVER, NOW!"
And, knowing his X as well as he did, it really didn't surprise him to hear Brian reply in his lazy sexy drawl, complete with an arched brow, "Hmm, YOUR lover you say, MRS. Taylor? Justin? Where you aware of the fact that your wife is a big ho?"
Justin dropped Daphne on her ass as those words were uttered.
Looking down at his fuming wife, who was practically foaming at the mouth he said, pointing his shaking finger at the boy who now looked as upset as his trembling wife, when he asked,
"Daph, honey, is this true? Did you sleep with this kid?"
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She spreads her love
She burns me up
I can't let go
I can't get out
I've said enough
Enough by now
I can't let go
I can't get out
What is it you really want
I'm tired of asking
You come wasted
When I showed up and he was there
I tried my best to grin and bear
And took the stairs but didn't stop at the street
And as we speak I'm going down
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Time seemed to stand still and hold it's breath as the room awaited her reply.
Her mind was a place of torment and pressure as it screamed over and over,
'SHIT! AND DAMN that BRIAN KINNEY THAT NOSY NO GOOD BASTARD TO HELL AND BACK AGAIN! HOW HAD HE KNOWN?'
And was Shay really sleeping with the horny goat too? FUCK!
Brian Kinney had beaten her AGAIN!
Not only had he taken away Justin's innocence, it seamed taste in men didn't fall too far from the Taylor family tree if Shayden had indeed had sex with the older man as well.
And HOW in the fuck could she explain herself NOW, without looking like the HUGE hypocrite that she KNEW herself to now be?
Because no matter how she said it, Justin AND Shayden would be hurt!
Stupid Justin! If only she had NEVER listened to him, then she would have not been at that club and had met Shay!
THIS WAS ALL HIS FAULT!
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Ignoring the drama in the bathroom, Brian let go of his younger lover and then walked over to the giggling, wiggling baby, much to the obviously worn out servant's glee.
With a quick nod, once he had been relieved of his tiny burden, he was gone around the corner so fast they blinked again just to see if he had ever been there.
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After seeing Brian sweeping up Chance into his strong arms, Justin couldn't help but watch his X with love in his eyes as the man played with his son, causing the tiny sunshine grin to form, and then blossom as he made the baby laugh.
Looking over his shoulder in what he knew would make BOTH Shay and Justin hard, well harder, he slowly lowered his lashes then looking right at Justin he said,
"Sunshine, your baby is just beautiful. Can I put on him the gift I brought?"
At Justin's shy nod and Daphne's quick, "NO! Brian, DO NOT touch MY son! Put him down now!"
Both men ignored her as they met in the center of the hall.
And when Brian asked shyly, "Would you help me?"
Justin had blushed prettily and softly replied, "Sure."
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Shay felt a river of emotions covering him as he watched his older MARRIED brother flirting with his lover, his brother's X lover.
Feeling Daphne's suspicious dark eyes on him, he snapped the answer before she could form the questions hissing, "Yes! Brian Kinney is MY lover! No, we haven't 'done' it' yet, but soon I think. I don't know! YES! I knew of him before I even met you! Now, shut the HELL up and listen to ME woman."
Confusion filled her beautiful eyes as he stared at her, hard.
He wanted to throw her down and reclaim her, then shake her SO hard!
Dammit he was SO angry with her!
He had to know, not one minute more could he wait to find out...
His fingers bit cruelly into her soft skin as he gave her bare shoulders a little shake, reaching his hand down to rub her stomach telling her bluntly, "The baby you're now carrying, it's mine isn't it."
At her small tearful nod he heard the twin gasps of his lover and older brother as he watched Brian juggle both the baby and Justin as Justin fell weakly against Brian's side, and it hurt like hell to see his lover wrap a strong arm around the older boy.
A quirky smile etched Shayden's mouth, as he was suddenly even more thankful for his poker skills.
The goddess was having HIS child!
Smirking over at his dumbstruck lover and his now open-mouthed and shocked brother, Shayden smiled a genuine matching smile as he walked over to Justin.
Taking Chance from Brian's arms and kissing the little baby on the cheek saying,
"Happy birthday dear nephew. Soon, you'll have a little half brother or sister to play with! Isn't that neat?"
"Eeeet!" the baby parroted, bouncing up and down in his uncles arms.
Shayden smirked as he lowered the bomb, knowing he could possibly be blowing to hell any chance of EVER having Brian's love as he took a deep breath and said,
"Hi Justin, I'm your baby brother, Shayden Craig James. We both have the same father, that asshole named Craig Taylor."
This time, Brian caught Justin just as he was slipping to the floor in a dead faint.
Looking first at a whiter faced Daphne, and then at his grim faced teen lover, a boy he had thought he knew, he dryly said, "Well, that certainly was fun.. NOT."
Sweeping his Sunshine up into his arms, he bumped into Cara as he was searching for any room to lay his little broken love down.
Once he had been pointed in the right direction, he carefully took Justin to his own room.
Vowing that when he woke up, they were going to have a very long over due 'chat' about lying and cheating spouses and boyfriends too.
Because god help him, Brian deeply cared for both of Craig’s sons.
Question was, whom did he NOW care for the most?
The young man currently snuggled in his arms, or the young boy who had reminded him SO much of said young man that had 'played' him?
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Cause she spread her love
And burnt me up
I can't let go
I can't get out
I've said enough
Enough by now
I can't let go
I can't get out
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around...
no more
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