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Making it Through

2008-01-02T05:37:00Z

Sorry to those who've friended this journal, you certainly got spammed tonight!

Making it Through the Summer and Making it Through Another Summer have been posted, and the full list of entires is on the fic index entry.

As far as I know, MITAS has never been completed. Also, I couldn't tell if the last chapter (#25 here) was one really long chapter, or two and the chapter break (into #26) just wasn't in the copy I have.

If anyone has further information about it, please let me know!

Thanks,
Dead Fic ~~Cryptkeeper~~ Caretaker

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 25 [Pt 2/2]

2008-01-02T05:17:55Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

NB- This is the last published chapter, as far as I know, please email me if you know differently.

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 25
[Pt 2/2]

12:30 p.m.
The Liberty Diner

"Presto is going to be a great location for the party," Justin raved over lunch. "I'm so glad you were able to reserve it for us, Em."

"Well, with the theme I had in mind, sweetheart, we needed a location that was fun and colorful."

"Speaking of themes, what's this I've been hearing about karaoke?" the blond questioned.

"Let me tell you, Sunshine, karaoke is all the rage right now when it comes to office parties."

"Yeah, but unless your employees are pathetically drunk, I can't see them actually volunteering to sing," Justin commented.

"That's why your Auntie Em has put a whole new spin on things."

"And what may that be?"

"The secret ingredient in Auntie Em's karaoke night is that it's not voluntary."

"Not voluntary?" Justin stared at Emmett with a perplexed look.

"Here's how it works: instead of you volunteering to sing, you get to pick who will sing and what they will sing."

"So, instead of volunteering myself, I'd volunteer someone else and get to select the song they'd sing?"

"That's right, Sunshine."

"That's clever, Em. It's also evil. Can you imagine how Brian will react if someone volunteers him?"

"All the more reason why Auntie Em's karaoke night has been a roaring success."

"I can see why."

"You should see how excited Kinnetik's employee action committee is," Emmett remarked.

"I can only imagine," Justin laughed. "I have a feeling Brian and I are going to be in for it."

"Management usually is," Emmett grinned.

"I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I can't sing at all," Justin confessed.

"Neither can I," Emmett chuckled.

"At least it will be fun. That's all that matters." Justin only hoped that Brian would come to share his opinion.

7:00 p.m.
Borders Books

While on his way home from the office, Brian decided to stop at Borders to purchase a few books on Venice and Italy. With his trip almost a week away, Brian wanted to familiarize himself with the country. He was already planning to fly out two days before his scheduled meetings with Italo in order to give himself some additional time to acclimate to his surroundings. Paying for the books he had selected, Brian was exiting the store when he felt another body collide into him.

"What the?" Brian suddenly looked down to see Justin standing before him.

"Brian?" Justin stared at his ex in confusion. He was the last person Justin expected to bump into at Borders of all places.

"Haven't you heard of watching where you're going, Sunshine?" Brian questioned with a smirk.

"And here I thought you were the one who bumped into me," Justin rolled his eyes at the older man's usual arrogance. "That's uh..., quite the bag you have," the artist glanced down at the large shopping bag Brian was carrying. "I didn't realize you were, uh..., that avid of a reader."

"It's research for a potential client," Brian covered.

"Which one?"

"I'll tell you about it later. I need to get going anyway, Romeo is probably starving by now."

"How is Romeo by the way?"

"Why don't you come to the loft and see for yourself?" Brian invited, not knowing why he extended the invitation.

"You mean it?"

"Romeo could use the extra attention. Besides, with you there he might actually give me a moment's peace. So what do you say?"

"Why not," Justin shrugged, not quite certain he knew what he was getting himself into.

Half an Hour Later
The Loft

"Are you ready to meet the little hellion?" Brian turned to Justin before unlocking the door.

"He can't be that bad," Justin protested as Brian slid back the door and motioned him inside.

"Just you wait and see, Sunshine," Brian promised, as he set his things in the living room. "Can I get you anything?" he offered as he made his way into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"How about a beer?"

"Beck's all right?"

"Yeah," Justin nodded as he studied the various photographs of Gus and Romeo that were displayed on the refrigerator door. He had to admit it was something of a shock to see such a domestic display from his ex.

"Here you are," Brian handed the beer to Justin before setting various food items on the kitchen counter.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Brian motioned to one of the barstools.

"Uh, sure," Justin complied while eyeing the man with a puzzled look. The last time he checked Brian Kinney wasn't the least bit interested in cooking. "Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Making the little fur ball's dinner," Brian shrugged as he reached for a knife.

"Uh, Brian?"

"What?"

"Don't cats eat cat food?" Justin questioned in confusion.

"Some do, but Romeo finds it rather appalling, don't you Romeo?" Brian smirked as the cat strolled his way into the kitchen and purred happily in response.

"So, if he uh..., doesn't like cat food, what does he eat?"

"I have him on a strict organic diet, but he still enjoys things that other cats eat such as seafood, tuna, and chicken."

"Right," Justin nodded, unable to comprehend the change in his ex. Never in a million years could he have imagined Brian taking care of a pet with such enthusiasm.

"Now it's time for the little fur ball to have his dinner," Brian announced as he dished Romeo's dinner into a white porcelain cat dish. "After he's eaten, I can guarantee he'll want to visit with you," he assured.

"Great."

"In the meantime, why don't I order us something to eat?" Brian offered. "I'm sure you're hungry."

"All right," Justin agreed. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to stay and have dinner. It also might give him a chance to ask Brian more about the Grazzini campaign since Brendan and Nathan were continuing to be evasive.

***

"New coffee table?" Justin grinned as they sat on the living room floor eating Chinese food.

"Yep," Brian sent an annoyed look in Romeo's direction.

"He's a cute cat," Justin complimented.

"Thanks," Brian gave a genuine smile as he watched Romeo stroll over to them.

"Where did you get his collar?" Justin suddenly noticed the sterling silver toggle linked chain around Romeo's neck.

"Believe it or not, Italo sent it to me as a gift. I was on the phone with him here a few weeks ago and Romeo wouldn't stop babbling in the background.

"I swear, only you would have a cat with a Grazzini collar," Justin laughed.

"It never hurts to be fashionable," Brian shrugged before reaching to pet Romeo behind the ears.

"I think having the little guy around suits you," Justin observed with a smile.

"Tell that to my wallet. Last week I paid Hagopian a small fortune to have this rug cleaned. Speaking of that, I uh... have something of a favor to ask of you," Brian eyed the artist uncomfortably.

"Favor?"

"Scott Matthews wants me to fly out to New York next Saturday and I expect to be gone for a week to ten days."

"That's quite a long trip for Liberty Air," Justin noted.

"Tell me about it," Brian nodded, not about to reveal his true destination. "Needless to say, the thought of leaving Romeo alone for such an extended period of time has me nervous as hell. Left to his own devices, he could do some serious damage around this place."

"No kidding."

"With that in mind, I think it's probably best that I have someone I trust come in to check on him daily. It would more than likely entail ensuring he's fed and making sure he hasn't trashed the place."

"And you're telling me this because?"

"You're the one person I know I can trust with him."

"I am?" Taken aback by the comment, Justin stared at Brian.

"Of course," Brian brushed the blond's surprise aside. "It shouldn't be that difficult, and I'll provide you with a list of instructions," he assured. "So, what do you say Sunshine?"

"Uh, I guess I could do it."

"Excellent," Brian smiled. "I'll make sure Romeo's on his best behavior for you."

"Okay."

***

"So, uh, how's the Grazzini campaign?" Justin inquired once they had finished their meal.

"Not bad."

"Have you made significant progress on it yet?"

"We're still in the early planning stages."

"If you'd like my input before I leave, I would be more than happy to help," Justin offered.

"I've got it under control," Brian assured. "Now why don't you tell me more about your trip," he invited, eager to change the subject.

"My trip?" Justin could sense Brian was being intentionally evasive.

"Was I hallucinating the fact that you're leaving for Italy at the end of the month?"

"No, you weren't," Justin responded in a voice laced with tension. "Look, I uh... I should probably get going," he decided, not wanting to feel any more uncomfortable than he already did. It was obvious Brian was hiding something from him. The question became, what was the older man hiding?

Friday, October 15th
5:30 p.m.
The Loft

Standing in front of his closet, Brian reached for one of his numerous long-sleeved black shirts and held it up against his chest.

"What do you think, Romeo?" he asked his cat who was roaming through the bedroom. "Do you like this one or the Armani that's on the bed?"

"I think you like the Armani better," Brian decided as he watched the disinterested cat search for his toy mouse. "It's a good thing I took the afternoon off to pack," he laughed as he placed the shirt in one of the large garment bags he was packing. It was difficult to imagine that in less than twenty-four hours he would be on his way to Italy.

"So, what do you think I should wear to the Atlas Awards tonight?" Brian turned his attention back to Romeo. "I'm thinking the new Boss I purchased a few weeks ago. It will provide Sunshine a taste of what he'll be missing over the next ten days," he smirked as he laid the suit out on the bed.

***

Half an hour later, Brian reentered his bedroom wearing only a red towel wrapped around his hips. He was about to reach into one of his dresser drawers for a pair of briefs when he suddenly noticed Romeo sitting atop the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing on the bed?" Brian demanded angrily as he stalked over to the cat.

"For fuck's sake, Romeo, please don't tell me you did what I think you did," Brian raked an aggravated hand through his wet hair. Not only was his brand-new suit rumpled, it also bore the tell tale sign of urine.

"Christ, did you have to spray your piss all over my duvet as well?" he grimaced before reaching for Romeo and picking him up off the bed. "Listen to me you little fucker, are you listening?" Brian waited for Romeo to meow in response before continuing. "This little stunt of yours has probably cost me at least another $2,000. How the fuck am I supposed to leave you on your own for the next ten days when you pull this shit on me? You better hope the dry cleaner can save my suit and the duvet or that little furry ass of yours is in deep shit," he warned before setting Romeo down outside the bedroom and slamming the doors closed behind him. There was no way in hell he was letting the cat back into the bedroom after this latest incident.

***

"All right you little fucker," Brian exited his bedroom forty-five minutes later to find Romeo seated pathetically on the steps. "I've decided to forgive you this time since it's becoming apparent that you prefer Armani to Boss."

After examining the contents of his closet, Brian decided to go with a casual look for the evening. He selected a black Armani five-button jacket with notched collar and paired it with a sleek black shirt with silver Lurex stripes.

"Now when I return, I expect to find my loft still intact. Got it?" he stared down at Romeo sternly. "You better have gotten it," Brian cautioned as he walked to the door, anxious to be on his way to the awards.

7:45 p.m.
Renaissance Pittsburgh Hotel
The Ballroom

"I wonder where that wayward boss of mine is?" Cynthia questioned from where she sat at Kinnetik's table.

"I'm sure he's waiting for just the right moment to make his fashionable entrance," Justin rolled his eyes. He was all too familiar with his ex's antics.

"You look rather fashionable yourself tonight," Ted complimented from across the table.

"Uh, thanks, Ted," the artist shrugged, not having put much effort into his appearance. Wanting a casual look for the party afterward, Justin had settled on a matching gray European styled blazer and trousers from French Connection, which he teamed with a fitted black shirt.

"Don't look now, but it appears Kinney has finally decided to grace us with his presence," Brendan smirked as several heads in the room turned to witness Brian's grand arrival.

"Damn," Justin breathed as eyes raked over Brian's Armani-clad frame. Immediately, the blond began to feel the familiar stirrings of a lust he'd been suppressing for weeks.

"Greetings serfs and vassals," Brian grinned at the members of his table. "Are we ready for an incredibly boring two hours?"

"It won't be boring if we win," Nathan argued.

'True." Brian took a seat next to Justin. "However, I still say it's unfortunate that they always save the best award for last, don't you agree, Justin?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Justin murmured, feeling discomforted by his lustful yearning for his ex.

***

Two hours later the awards presentation neared its conclusion with the agency of the year award.
Following Atlas tradition, the previous year's winner was given the honor of presenting the award. Coincidentally enough, Vangard had been the prior year's recipient, which made Brian all the more anxious for Kinnetik to win. Nothing would give him greater satisfaction than to accept the award from his former backstabbing partner.

***

As Vance stood at the podium droning on about the award's prestige, Justin couldn't help but shoot a surreptitious glance in Brian's direction. While his features remained impassive behind their usual mask, Justin imagined that Brian would relish the opportunity to prove to Vance and everyone else in the room that Kinnetik was at the top of its game.
***

"It's with great pleasure that I announce the winner of the 2004 agency of the year award," Vance broadcasted as he unsealed the envelope containing the winner's name. "And the winner is..." suddenly Brian found himself locking eyes with his nemesis who shook his head with a resigned smirk before saying, "Kinnetik."

"Oh my goodness!" Cynthia exclaimed.

"We did it!" Nathan eagerly stood up from his chair and joined the applause that filled the ballroom.

"That we did," Brian confirmed with a smirk as he rose from the table and turned to Justin.

"Go ahead," Justin invited his business partner. "You know you want more than anything to make Vance squirm," he gave his ex his patented sunshine smile.

"You know me too well, Jus," Brian smirked before making his way to the stage, anxious to show Vance and everyone else that Kinnetik had finally arrived.

***

"It took many people to get Kinnetik here tonight, and I'd like to thank some of them personally," Brian began after accepting the award from a clearly perturbed Vance. While Brian had initially considered giving a terse speech, he decided it wouldn't kill him to offer a few genuine words to those who had truly helped get him here tonight.

***

"In the end," Brian continued moments later as he neared the conclusion of his acceptance speech, "the person who really got Kinnetik here tonight and whom I must thank, is my partner, Justin Taylor. Without his vision, courage, and determination, Kinnetik would not be the top class agency it is today. Thank you, Justin," Brian offered with genuine sincerity as he locked eyes with the blond from across the room. He wanted Justin to know that he'd meant every word he said.

***

"What a brilliant speech," Brendan remarked in amazement from where he sat next to Justin.

"I know," Justin murmured as his eyes watched Brian depart the stage. To say he was utterly stunned by the speech would have been an understatement. Never in a million years would he have imagined Brian praising not only him, but several others in the agency. It would truly go down as one of the finer moments in Kinnetik's history.

However, as much as Justin wanted to bask in the celebratory atmosphere of Kinnetik's table, his thoughts were consumed with another more painful celebration. For as Justin had sat listening to his business partner praise him, he found himself thinking back to his own speech at the Clio Awards. Instead, of giving Brian the thanks he deserved, Justin had been so overcome with bitterness that he had intentionally snubbed him. Now, as he watched Brian rejoin their table, he couldn't help but feel guilty for his petty behavior. Even though Brian had hurt him repeatedly, he still owed the man a great deal for his success at Kinnetik. Perhaps it was time he stopped being bitter and started showing a little gratitude.

10:30 p.m.
Presto

At the conclusion of the Atlas Awards, Brian and Justin proceeded to Presto, where they were joined by Kinnetik's entire staff for the agency's after party. After receiving congratulatory wishes from many of the staff, Brian decided it was time to officially begin the celebration and motioned for Justin to join him on the stage.

"I'd like to thank each and every one of you for joining us tonight to celebrate a tremendous fiscal year. I know our successes haven't always come easy. Many have said that the market is shrinking and felt it was the wrong time for us to launch a new agency two years ago. Well, I say don't believe a fucking word, especially in advertising. After two phenomenal years, I think we've shown not only Pittsburgh, but the advertising community as a whole, that we're here to stay. With that said," Brian reached for a bottle of Dom Perignon from August, "I would like to propose a toast to the future of Kinnetik. May we continue to show Vangard and everyone else out there, that we still have a hell of a lot more to accomplish," he declared before shaking the bottle of champagne and spraying it over the staff in a celebratory fashion while Justin looked on with pride.

***

"Plan on sharing any of that?" Justin grinned at Brian who was holding the champagne bottle after spraying several staff members.

"Of course," Brian smirked as he reached for two champagne flutes and poured them each a glass.

"Thanks," Justin said, taking his glass from Brian.

"To Kinnetik," Brian held his glass up to Justin's.

"To Kinnetik," Justin smiled back. While he wasn't entirely certain what the future held, he was genuinely pleased to be sharing in Kinnetik's success.

***

Once the various toasts were completed, Brian and Justin decided to turn the evening over to Emmett, who had been asked to serve as the evening's "mistress" of ceremonies. Standing near the back of the crowd with Cynthia, Brian couldn't help but chuckle as Emmett greeted everyone in his typical flamboyant fashion.

"Is everyone ready to have fun tonight?" Emmett asked, causing the crowd to cheer in response. "Well, it's a good thing that your employee action committee asked me to whip up something special for tonight. Now, I know the thought of karaoke will have many of you rolling your eyes, especially you, Mr. Kinney," Emmett laughed. "But, that's because you've never tried your Auntie Em's karaoke," he revealed.

"Auntie Em's karaoke?" Brian turned to give Cynthia a skeptical glance.

"Don't worry, it's genius," Cynthia whispered an assurance.

"We'll see about that," Brian frowned.

"Auntie Em's karaoke is designed to let all of you participate and I can guarantee you'll be laughing at the water cooler for weeks to come. Now, before anyone goes assuming that I'd subject you to drunken versions of 'Baby Got Back' or terrible renditions of Garth Brooks songs, let me assure you that this is not my intention for tonight. What makes Auntie Em's karaoke distinctly different from other versions of karaoke is that no one volunteers himself. Rather, you'll each have the unique opportunity to select songs for your colleagues. To liven things up, all submissions will be done on an anonymous basis. I suspect many of you will be facing the music tonight," Emmett laughed. "Now let's all have a fabulous time and make your Auntie Em proud!"

***

"Justin, a word?" Brian requested of his partner, who was seated near the bar with Brendan and Nathan.

"Is there a problem, Brian?"

"Were you aware of what our "dear" friend had planned for this evening?" Brian demanded. He couldn't believe the absurdity of Emmett's idea.

"Of course I was aware," Justin smirked. It was obvious that Brian was far from pleased.

"And you agreed to this nonsense?"

"It's what the staff wanted," Justin shrugged. "Why don't you try living a little for once, Brian," he suggested. "I'm sure it wouldn't kill you to do a few numbers, that's if you've got the courage to get up there and sing in front of everyone," the artist challenged with a cheeky grin.

Half an Hour Later

With the karaoke well under way, Justin had to admit Emmett's idea was priceless. So far the staff seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.

"Who would have ever pictured poor Murph singing 'Ice Ice Baby,' the blond laughed as he sat with Brendan and Nathan watching the artist struggle with the contrived Vanilla Ice song.

"I'm surprised you or Brian haven't been volunteered yet," Nathan commented with a sly grin.

"I'm sure you and Brendan have something up your sleeve for later," Justin shook his head. "Just remember, payback is a bitch," he warned.

"Some paybacks are worth it," Brendan snickered as they watched Emmett take the stage to announce the next song.

***

"I have a feeling our next request is going to be an instant classic," Emmett announced to the crowd. "I think you'll find that these boys just want to have fun. Let's give a big hand to Justin, Brendan, and Nathan, who have been chosen to serenade us with 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun' by Cyndi Lauper."

"Shit," Justin stared at his two friends in disbelief. "Someone is really out to fuck with us tonight."

"You can say that again," Nathan agreed as they took the stage. "Can either of you sing?"

"Fuck no," Brendan grimaced.

"This ought to be fun then," Justin laughed, knowing full well they were going to make complete asses of themselves.

***

Soon Justin was swaying to the beat of the famous Cyndi Lauper song as Nathan butchered his portion of the song. The three friends had felt it best to each take portions of the song and sing the chorus together. Bracing himself for the embarrassment that was soon to follow, Justin tentatively took the microphone for his piece of the song.

Singing:

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Some fun....
When the working day is done
Oh girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun...

***

"Wow," Ted chuckled with Brian, Emmett and Cynthia as they watched Justin's performance. "He, uh certainly can't uh...."

"Sing, Theodore?" Brian finished dryly.

"I suppose that's one way of putting it," Ted nodded.

"Well, our baby did say he couldn't hold a tune," Emmett came to Justin's defense.

"Thank goodness he never took to serenading me in the shower," Brian laughed.

"Stop being so mean," Cynthia chastised. I haven't seen any of you up there," she was quick to point out. "While he's certainly no Bono, his dancing more than makes up for it."

***

"Thank God that's over," Justin breathed an open sigh of relief once they had departed the stage.

"What a disaster," Nathan cackled.

"I think it will go down as one of the worst trios in karaoke history," Brendan offered with a grin. "Did you see the way everyone was laughing at us?"

"Tell me about," Justin grumbled. "I thought Brian and Ted were literally going to fall out of their chairs."

"No shit. What I wouldn't give to see..."

"That's it!" Justin exclaimed.

"What?"

"Brian and Ted. They would be utterly perfect together," Justin proclaimed. "Now the question is, what type of song should we select for them. You and I both know it has to be perfect," he added with a devious grin. There was no way in hell he was about to let his ex have the last laugh when it came to karaoke.

***

"You've been rather fortunate so far this evening, Bri," Ted observed as they listened to a ghastly rendition of 'Love Shack' by the B-52's.

"I doubt any of our staff would be foolish enough to volunteer me. Anonymous or not, they know I'd have their heads on a platter if I ever found out who was behind it."

"I wouldn't be so confident. You know there are a few people here who are actually aware that your bark is much worse than your bite," Cynthia argued.

"Well, don't get any funny ideas, Cyn. You wouldn't want me to have to rethink that bonus that's coming your way."

"Are you threatening me, Boss?"

"Me, threaten someone?" Brian innocently raised an eyebrow.

"It's been known to happen," Cynthia commented as Emmett took the stage to introduce the next song.

***

"I think someone in our audience is one hell of a brave soul tonight," Emmett began his introduction of the next number. "This next duet has all the markings of an "unforgettable" performance. Let's put our hands together for Brian and Ted as they give us a show-stopping rendition of Nat King Cole's 'Unforgettable.'"

"Fuck," Brian stared back at Emmett in disbelief.

"You can say that again," Ted cringed.

"You better get up there boys," Cynthia encouraged. "You don't want the others to think you're too chicken to accept this challenge."

"Oh, we're accepting it," Brian assured. "Come on, Theodore," he said, dragging Ted out of his chair.

***

"Before Ted and I serenade everyone, I thought I would take this opportunity to make a few comments," Brian announced after he and Ted had taken the stage. "The first is that I'm quite familiar with the little asshole who's behind this pathetic stunt," he stated, directing a glare in Justin's direction. "The second, is that it's an honor to sing this duet with Ted. Not many of you are aware, but Theodore and I go back a long time. Isn't that right, Ted?"

"Uh, yes of course," Ted gave his friend a suspicious look. He couldn't fathom why Brian was revealing their long-time association.

"Having known Theodore for as long as I have, I can say with great confidence that there are few who are as unforgettably pathetic as him."

"And there are few who are unforgettably arrogant and cruel as Bri," Ted countered.

"Shall we, Theodore?" Brian reached for the microphone.

"Let's show them what we're made of," Ted grinned.

***

"Only Brian would preface a karaoke number in such a cavalier fashion," Justin shook his head.

"Weren't you the one who was telling us only minutes ago that he was 'unforgettable'," Brendan teased as they listened to Brian begin the first line of the song.

Singing:

Brian: "Unforgettable, that's what you are."

Ted: "Unforgettable, though near or far."

Brian: "Like a song of love that clings to me, how the thought of you does things to me. Never has someone been more."

"Uh, Jus?" Nathan turned to give his friend a bewildered look.

"Yes?"

"You weren't aware of the fact that Brian, could uh..., actually sing, were you?"

"No," Justin stared at his ex in wonderment. Even after four years of living on and off with the older man, the artist had never heard Brian sing.

Singing:

Ted: "Unforgettable, in every way."

Brian: "And forever more."

Ted: "And forever more."

Brian: "That's how you'll stay."

Ted: "That's how you'll stay."

"I don't fucking believe this," Justin continued to stare at Brian who was now smirking at him.

"Who would have ever guessed that Brian Kinney is secretly a wicked crooner," Cynthia chuckled as she suddenly went over to join the three men.

"Tell us about it," Brendan offered in bemusement. "Hell Justin didn't even have a clue."

"I suppose that's one thing we should know by now about Brian, the man's always full of surprises," Cynthia smiled.

Singing:

Brian & Ted: "That's why darling it's incredible, that someone so unforgettable, thinks that I am unforgettable too...."

"I guess Em was right, this has certainly been one hell of an unforgettable duet," Justin sighed before rising from his chair to grab another drink from the bar. He was certainly in need of one after this latest surprise.

***

An hour later, Justin was downing his third shot of Grey Goose vodka with Brendan and Nathan. Terrible singing aside, even Justin had to admit that Auntie Em's karaoke was highly entertaining. Over the course of the evening, Cynthia and August had performed a priceless version of 'I've Got You Babe' by Sonny and Cher, Brendan and Nathan sang a disastrous rendition of Frank Sinatra's 'I've Got You Under My Skin', while the entire art department massacred Robert Palmer's 'Addicted to Love.' However, the highlight of everyone's evening was the horribly off key version of Madonna's 'Material Girl' that Justin, Cynthia, and August sang at Brian's request.

"Is everyone still having a fabulous time?" Emmett inquired from where he was standing on the stage. "It's been quite an evening, but there's still one request remaining. I have a feeling that our final number could be an award winning performance, especially since it involves our two partners."

***

"You've got to be kidding me," Justin groaned from the audience.

"You honestly didn't think you were only going to get away with three songs did you?" Nathan snickered.

"I need another drink," the blond sighed.

"I'll get one for you," Nathan offered. "What will it be?"

"Grey Goose and arsenic."

"Coming right up," the advertising executive gave his friend a sympathetic grin as Emmett invited the partners up on stage.

***

"Someone certainly has it in for us tonight," Justin chuckled as he took the stage with Brian. "Nathan, I think you better make that a double Grey Goose and arsenic."

"Will do, Jus," Nathan promised as he stood in the audience.

"I suppose we might as well get this over with," Justin stood beside Brian and blushed with embarrassment.

"So, what tired old song has been chosen for us, Emmett?" Brian inquired. "You know Justin and I are always game for a new challenge."

"Oh, this will most definitely be a challenge," Emmett grinned. "In fact, it's a very special song that has been chosen by a group of staff members."

"Am I to assume that Cynthia, August, Theodore, Brendan, and Nathan are behind this?" Brian surmised.

"Aren't you forgetting the requesting process is anonymous, Mr. Kinney?" Cynthia reminded from the audience.

"All the more reason to suspect your hand in this, Cyn," Brian shook his head, knowing his assistant all too well.

"Now that Brian's lined up his prime suspect list, I think it's time we revealed their number, don't you?" Emmett asked the audience who responded with enthusiasm. "Ladies and Gentlemen, our final song for the evening is 'It's Only Love' by Bryan Adams and Tina Turner."

***

"Before Brian and I begin singing, we would like to thank everyone for coming out tonight. We would also like to thank Kinnetik's Employee Action Committee for organizing this event and Emmett for his amazing services," Justin said moments later, causing the crowd to break out into applause.

"Now comes the fun part, deciding who should be Tina and who should be Bryan," Brian announced. "What do you think, Jus?" he turned to his business partner.

"Well, one would think it's only natural for you to be Bryan."

"Names aren't everything," Brian argued. "The fact that I can actually sing leads me to believe that I should be Tina."

"Oh yeah?" Justin challenged.

"I'm also hotter," Brian smirked.

"But I'm the better dancer, which means I should be Tina."

"I see we have a real battle on our hands," Emmett observed. "How about we let the staff decide?"

"Why not," Brian and Justin agreed.

***

"Now that we've settled that Justin will be Tina and Brian will be Bryan, I think it's time we let these two at it," Emmett declared before motioning for the music to be cued.

Taking the microphone, Brian turned to give Justin an amused grin as the opening beats of the song filled the restaurant. He supposed he had to hand it to his 'fairy godmothers' for choosing a song that summarized how they both had been feeling over the past several weeks. Smirking at his fellow co-conspirators, Brian prepared to sing the opening verse of the song.

Singing:

Brian: "When the feeling is ended, there ain't no use pretending, don't you worry - it's only love."

Glancing over to Justin, Brian wasn't at all surprised to see Justin giving him a resigned smile. It was obvious he was having similar thoughts about the song.

Singing:

Brian: "When your world has been shattered, ain't nothing else matters, it ain't over - it's only love. And that's all - yeah...."

Taking the microphone from Brian, Justin couldn't help but feel amused by the irony of the song. Whoever had chosen it for them clearly knew about the break-up.

Singing:

Justin: "When your heart has been broken, hard words have been spoken, it ain't easy - but it's only love."

In a strange way, the artist felt a sense of healing as he stood next to Brian singing about the pitfalls of breaking up. Suddenly it felt as if the situation wasn't nearly as awful as it truly was.

Singing:

Justin: "And if your life ain't worth living, and you're ready to give in, just remember - that it's only love...."

After taking a few moments to dance seductively on the stage, Justin handed the microphone back to Brian with a smile. The blond was surprised to feel his ex snake an arm around his waist and pull him close for the chorus.

Singing:

Brian & Justin: "You can live without the aggravation, you got to want to win - you got to want to win."

By this point, the two ex-lovers were oblivious to the curious stares they were receiving from the audience. Their sole attention was focused on the other as they reached the song's crescendo.

Singing:

Brian & Justin: "You keep looking back in desperation, over and over and over again...."

Neither could deny the longing in the other's eyes at the end of the lyric. It took all of Brian's restraint not to reach in and capture Justin's lips in a passionate kiss.

Feeling the sexual tension radiating between them Justin shifted out of Brian's grasp and danced sexily for the crowd while his ex looked on with lust-filled eyes.

Singing:

Brian: "Yeah, yeah, it's only love, baby."

Brian: "Oooh baby, baby, it's only love, love, love. Love, love, love...."

Wanting Justin near him again, Brian sauntered over to his sexy blond and pulled him close for the remaining verses.

Singing:

Brian & Justin: "When your world is shattered, ain't nothing else matters, it ain't over - it's only love."

Brian & Justin: "If you life ain't worth living, and you're ready to give in, just remember - that it's only love...."

Still holding Justin close, Brian couldn't help but give an intensely heated grin as the artist swayed seductively against him.

Singing:

Brian: "Yeah it ain't easy baby."

Brian & Justin: "But it's only love - and that's all...."

***

"Wow!" Emmett took the microphone from Brian as the crowd erupted into applause. No one in the audience was the least bit surprised when Brian pulled Justin into a fierce hug. It was apparent to even the most disinterested of viewers that at one time there had been more than a business relationship between the pair. "I think that wraps up the karaoke portion of our evening tonight. I would encourage everyone to stay and be fabulous. There are still plenty of drinks to be had at the bar."

***

"That was utterly amazing!" Cynthia raved as Brian and Justin pulled apart from their embrace and exited the stage together

"We couldn't let the staff down," Justin shrugged, not wanting to admit that there had been a hell of lot more going on between them.

"You certainly picked a crowd pleaser for us," Brian complimented.

"And how do you know it was us?" Brendan curiously questioned.

"I suppose it's because I'm a clever devil," Brian winked.

"Anyone up for continuing our celebration at Babylon?" Emmett inquired.

"Sure, why not?" Justin agreed. It had been weeks since he'd last been at the club and he was definitely in the mood for dancing.

"Brian?" Ted asked.

"Since when have I been known to turn down an invitation to Babylon?"

"Never," Emmett laughed. "What about you two?" he turned to Brendan and Nathan.

"I don't really think Babylon is our scene," Nathan hesitated.

"Come on, you can live a little for an hour," Justin encouraged.

"Consider it payback for your selection in musical numbers," Brian added. He figured it wouldn't hurt for the two men to witness him and Justin on their home turf, especially if it led to further inspirations with the Grazzini campaign.

"Oh, what the hell," Brendan laughed. "I suppose it wouldn't kill us to see how the other half parties."

"That's the spirit," Cynthia smiled. "You can count me in as well. You know I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to see a group of gorgeous hot and sweaty men."

"Somehow I thought you would say that," Brian shook his head in amusement.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 25 [Pt 1/2]

2008-01-02T05:17:20Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 25
[Pt 1/2]

Friday, September 24th
11:00 a.m.
Kinnetik

"Is the boss in today?" Nathan inquired as he and Brendan came to stand beside Cynthia's desk.

"Actually, Justin's in with him now," Cynthia motioned to the closed door.

"Wonderful," Brendan grimaced at the sound of the raised voices from within.

"He's in one of his moods again today," Cynthia revealed.

"You can say that again," Brendan nodded. "I thought he was going to kill poor Murph yesterday."

"I heard he raked Eric Frasier over the coals as well," Nathan interjected.

"I take it they're arguing again?" Ted surmised as he joined the group. Everyone at Kinnetik knew that the partners had spent much of the week arguing over the Sherbourne campaign.

"How did you guess?" Cynthia questioned with mock sincerity.

"I'm beginning to think Emmett's right."

"Who's Emmett?" Nathan asked.

"My partner. He uh... never mind," Ted faltered, not wanting to make the mistake of discussing Brian and Justin's personal life with the others.

"It's okay, Ted," Nathan grinned. "Brendan and I know."

"Know what?" Ted looked dumbfounded at the pair.

"You know, about those two."

"You do?"

"Yeah, and we're beginning to think that if someone doesn't step in to do something, Kinnetik as we know it, may no longer be in existence."

"I don't know about that," Ted protested.

"Just listen to them right now," Brendan pointed out as the shouting continued.

"I suppose you have a point," Ted conceded. "Although I doubt there is little that can be done."

"True, but we won't know if we sit back and do nothing." Nathan debated.

"He's right," Cynthia agreed. "If we leave it those two stubborn fools, God only knows what will remain."

"Why don't we discuss it over lunch?" Brendan proposed at the exact moment the door to Brian's office burst open and Justin came storming out in a fit of anger.

"Are you all right?" Cynthia asked.

"Do I look all right? The man is fucking impossible," Justin swore before turning on his heels and heading in the direction of his own office.

Half an Hour Later
Brian's Office

"So, Mr. Kinney, what gives?" Cynthia questioned.

"Since when did I say you could barge your way in here?"

"Considering the fact you've been in a charming mood the past three days, I didn't see how my 'barging in' could make you any more irritable than you already are," she reasoned.

"Justin's leaving," Brian announced without any preamble.

"What are you talking about?" Cynthia stared at her boss in confusion.

"The end of October," Brian continued absently. "He gave me some crap about going to Italy. If you ask me, he's running away."

"But what about Kinnetik? He can't just up and leave."

"He offered to resign, but I told him the agency would still be here when he gets back."

"Do you honestly believe he'll be back?"

"No."

"You're not actually going to let him go through with this are you?"

"There's nothing I can do."

"There's a hell of a lot you could do," Cynthia argued.

"It's for the best. It's time he got on with his life and time I got on with mine," Brian offered grimly. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he had no other options where Justin was concerned.

1:00 p.m.
Presto

"How's your week been?" Daphne asked Justin over lunch.

"Hellish," the blond admitted.

"I take it you told him about Italy?"

"You could say that."

"And how did he take it?"

"He was very decent about it at the time. Hell, he even told me that my place at Kinnetik would still be here when I got back..." Justin's voice trailed off.

"Then what's the problem?" Daphne could sense her best friend was holding back.

"Since then, he's been absolute hell to work with. I'm beginning to wonder if I have any hope of finishing the Sherbourne campaign before I leave."

"You'll finish it, you always do," Daphne assured. "As for Brian, did you ever stop to think that maybe he doesn't want you to leave?"

"I doubt he even cares."

"Look, I'm not making any excuses for his behavior - we both know he was a complete and total bastard - but maybe underneath all of his dysfunction he still cares for you."

"I don't give a shit whether he cares or not. The only thing I care about is getting the fuck out of the Pitts."

"Are you sure running away is the answer?"

"Who says I'm running away?" Justin countered.

"I know you're miserable, but maybe this isn't what you need right now," Daphne hedged. "Maybe...."

"I'm fucking suffocating here. I feel like every day I stay here, I'm losing more and more of myself, and I can't keep doing this," Justin sighed knowing there was no other solution.

Monday, September 27th
8:55 a.m.
Kinnetik

"It's about time you showed your face this morning," Cynthia greeted Brian as he entered the office carrying a large cappuccino from Starbucks.

"And good morning to you, Cyn," Brian offered sarcastically as he removed his sunglasses to reveal the effects of yet another sleepless night.

"It's a good thing you're here. You have an important meeting in less than two minutes."

"I do?" Brian gave his assistant a puzzled look. He didn't recall having anything on his schedule.

"Since you've been so irritable of late, I took it upon myself to arrange a little damage control."

"Damage control?" Brian had a feeling he wasn't going to like what Cynthia had in store for him.

"That's right," Cynthia confirmed sweetly. "I think it's time you made more of an effort where the staff is concerned, especially if Justin is going to be leaving us soon. With that in mind, I assembled a small group for you to have breakfast with this morning. We're calling it 'Breakfast with Brian' and you should expect to have at least one of these every month in the future."

"If this is your idea of a sick joke..."

"Trust me, it's not. Now I would suggest holding on to your coffee and following me to the boardroom," Cynthia instructed, having effectively trapped her boss. "Oh, and Brian?"

"What?" he grumbled.

"I expect you to be on your best behavior."

"We'll see about that."

***

"Thank you for joining us this morning," Cynthia smiled at the group assembled in the boardroom as Brian tried not to cringe. He couldn't believe his assistant had bamboozled him with this bullshit. "Brian felt that by joining him for breakfast we could all work together to create an environment of open discussion. Isn't that right, Brian?"

"Uh, right," Brian coughed as he eyed the staff Cynthia had selected, none of which looked all that enthusiastic to see him.

"Is there anything else you would like to add?" Cynthia turned to her boss.

"No," Brian grimaced as he set his coffee down and reluctantly took a seat at the head of the table.

"With that said, why don't we start this morning by asking Brian a couple of questions."

***

"Justin always stresses the importance of maintaining work-life balance. I uh, wondered if you feel you have a comfortable work-life balance?" one of the junior ad executives began the question and answer session.

"Uh, work-life balance?" Brian turned towards his assistant with a puzzled look.

"I think what Julian is getting at... is the balance between your work and leisure time," Cynthia elaborated.

"I see," Brian considered her response before turning his attention to the person who had asked the question. "I'm probably not a good example."

"Oh," Julian frowned.

"However, you do still make some time for some leisure don't you?" Cynthia attempted to keep the dialogue flowing.

"Yeah, I uh..." Brian attempted to think of things that didn't entail drinking, drugging, or tricking, "work out six days a week," he offered lamely.

"Do you have any hobbies?" another employee questioned.

"Working out?" Brian shrugged, realizing he was beginning to sound pretty pathetic.

"What advice would you give to someone who recently graduated from college about becoming a success?" a young staff member from the art department asked.

"Uh, I guess I would tell them to be prepared to work hard. Look," Brian paused as he became increasingly uncomfortable with the questions being asked. "I apologize, but I'm not really up for phony motivational speeches this morning. My uh... son's cat thought he would be clever by keeping me up half the night with his antics..."

"You have a cat?" Julian was surprised by the revelation.

"Unfortunately, I do. You... uh... wouldn't happen to own one, would you?" Brian found himself asking. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to ask, especially if it gained him a tip or two on how to keep Romeo out of trouble.

***

"I don't believe you," Cynthia shook her head in amazement once the breakfast had concluded. "One minute you're falling flat on your face and the next minute you're actually making your staff laugh with tales of Romeo's antics. You're not actually going to put tinfoil on your chaise like Allison suggested are you?"

"If it will keep the little furball off it, I will," Brian declared. He had to admit, he'd gained quite a few tips from the staff. Perhaps these breakfasts weren't such a bad idea. Only, in the future he would make sure to steer the conversation away from boring topics such as work-life balance.

1:00 p.m.
Brian's Office

Several hours later, after concluding a call with Italo Grazzini, Brian decided it was time he started thinking about the upcoming Grazzini campaign. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't have the slightest clue as to how he was going to market new collection. His failed relationship with Justin left him feeling gutted and not the least bit prepared for anything remotely involving love or romance. He raked his fingers through his hair and sighed; frustration couldn't even begin to describe what he felt at the moment. He buzzed for Cynthia and requested that she assemble the newly selected Grazzini team in the main conference room at three.

Two Hours later

"I take it the team's assembled?" Brian asked Cynthia as he followed her toward the conference room.

"Per your instructions, Boss."

"Good," Brian nodded before opening the door and motioning his assistant inside.

***

"What the?" Brian attempted in vain to mask a look of surprise as he discovered his team was vastly different from the one he had chosen. "Cynthia, a word?" he asked as he stepped outside.

"Yes?"

"Care to tell me what the fuck happened to my team?" Brian motioned to the conference room.

"Your team?"

"Last time I checked, Mitchell and James were not on my list," he reminded, referring to Brendan and Nathan. "In addition to that, I thought Theodore was our accountant, not our..."

"Look, I know this isn't the team you envisioned, but there's a very a good reason why Brendan, Nathan, Ted, and Emmett are seated inside."

"There better damn well be one or else..."

"I know, you'll fire me," Cynthia smirked. "However, before you do that, I would advise listening to what they have to say."

***

"Since you're definitely not my Grazzini team, perhaps we could start this little meeting by telling me what the fuck you're doing here?" Brian demanded once he reentered the room with Cynthia.

"Actually, Brendan and I are your team," Nathan corrected his boss. "Ted and Emmett have kindly agreed to act as special consultants."

"And what makes you think I'll agree to this nonsense?"

"Perhaps, because we all agree it's time you did something about Justin," Brendan offered coolly.

"I see," Brian murmured as he shot a look of daggers in Cynthia's direction. "Do I even dare want to ask what this has to do with the Grazzini campaign?"

"Rumor has it, it once worked rather well when you were in a similar predicament a few years ago," Cynthia reminded.

"Well, I'm afraid this situation is entirely different," Brian stated. "Besides, maybe I'm content with things the way they are."

"Bullshit," Emmett countered. "All of Liberty Avenue knows you're miserable without your Sunshine."

"He's better off without me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have real work to do, work that includes my real Grazzini team." Brian left the room in disgust.

7:30 p.m.
The Loft

"For fuck's sake Romeo, did you have to puke all over my fucking rug," Brian groaned upon arriving home to discover a large vomit stain on his living room rug.

"Come here you little furball," he sighed in exasperation as he set his Chinese take-out on his newly replaced coffee table and lifted Romeo off the floor. "What am I going to do with you?" Brian wondered as he sat on the sofa with Romeo on his lap.

"Between you and Justin it's a wonder I haven't lost my mind yet," he smiled weakly while petting Romeo behind the ears. "Speaking of Justin, I'm beginning to wonder if the others aren't right. Do you think it's not too late?" Brian looked down at the cat. "Do you think that maybe there's still a chance for us. I don't know, Romeo.... I thought by letting him go I was doing what was best for him. Maybe I'm not... Maybe what he needs is for me to finally show him how I really feel," he sighed.

Meanwhile
Royce & Jennifer's

"How was your day, sweetie?" Jennifer asked her son over dinner.

"Not bad."

"Are you beginning to wrap things up for your trip?" Royce questioned.

"I'm trying to, but you know how things are sometimes."

"I certainly do," the attorney agreed.

"Speaking of Italy, I uh, wondered if I could ask a favor?"

"Of course," Jennifer smiled.

"I've been meaning to look for a place to live, but with the trip and everything, I'm wondering if it might be better to wait until I return."

"That's probably the best idea," Jennifer concurred. "In the meantime, you're more than welcome to continue staying with us, right Royce?" she turned to her husband.

"Absolutely. Maybe while you're away Jennifer can keep her eye out for a few properties you might be interested in."

"Sounds good," Justin nodded, relieved that he could postpone finding a new place to live.

Thursday, September 30th
10:00 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Sitting on his sofa, listening to Ted drone on about the current state of Kinnetik's finances, Brian found himself staring at Justin who was seated across from him. Taking in the blond's features, he wondered how he was going to cope with his ex's impending departure. The mere thought of not seeing Justin filled him with a sense of panic. Brian didn't want the younger man to leave, not with their relationship as damaged as it was. He desperately needed to find a way to gain his forgiveness. He was at a point in which he was willing to try anything, even if it meant risking everything....

Two Hours Later
Brian's Office

"Tell me about the new collection, Stefano," Brian invited as he conversed with Stefano Levi, Grazzini's head designer.

"It's magnificent. I've never been so inspired in my life."

"What brought on this divine bout of inspiration?"

"Angelo," Stefano revealed. "As soon as I met him I knew that I had found my one and only source of inspiration. He's also why I started the collection over from scratch."

"He must be quite the muse," Brian observed.

"He is," Stefano confirmed. "I'm also madly and passionately in love with him. It all happened so fast, but now I can't imagine my life without him. He's my salvation."

"One would assume that the new collection is an expression of your love?" Brian grimaced.

"It's more than that, it encompasses everything about him. His beauty, his passion, his..."

"I think I get the drift," Brian chuckled. It was clear that the designer had fallen victim to cupid's arrow. "Now the challenge will be for me to create a campaign that's equally as powerful as your feelings for Angelo."

"If anyone can do that, it's you," Stefano assured.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll be in touch early next week," Brian promised as he began toying with the possibilities associated with the new campaign.

Friday
9:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

The following morning, Brian entered the conference room where his Grazzini team was awaiting his arrival. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for what he was about to do. After spending most of the previous night considering his options, Brian knew it was time he took action where Justin was concerned. Even if the blond never forgave him, he refused to give up without a fight. It was time he showed his hand once and for all.

"Gentlemen," Brian began, greeting Brendan, Nathan, Ted, and Emmett. "I've given it some thought and I think it's time we moved forward with the Grazzini campaign."

"You do?" Brendan stared back at Brian with surprise. He'd been convinced that his boss had given up where Justin was concerned.

"Yes, I do. However, there will be rules. To start with, I have no intention of looking like a pathetic fool, so I would advise removing any contrived romantic notions from your thoughts as I have no intention of going along with them. Additionally, I'm going to require both Fred and Emile's assistance, that is if they're agreeable to it," Brian amended quickly.

"Any particular reason why you're suddenly willing to accept our help?" Emmett questioned.

"Well if I'm going to have make myself slightly pathetic in this process, I think it's best that I consult with the experts," Brian responded, as Brendan and Nathan openly breathed a sigh of relief. It looked as if Brian had finally come to his senses. They only hoped he could overcome his pride and do what needed to be done as time was quickly running out for him.

Monday, October 4th
10:00 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"Gentlemen," Brian nodded to the three men who were seated in his office. "I spoke to Italo this morning and he and Stefano have requested that we use Italy as the location for the campaign," he revealed, referring to their Grazzini campaign. "They would also like a quick turnaround for the Christmas market."

"Did he give any indication as to where in Italy they would like the ads shot?" Nathan questioned.

"Stefano has apparently expressed interest in using Venice since that's where his partner resides. Italo is confident that he'll be able to get through any of the red tape that may be involved."

"Venice..." Brendan pondered the possibilities associated with the location. "Have you thought more about what we discussed on Friday?" he looked to Brian.

"I take it you're referring to my grand declaration?"

"You know, Venice has to be one of the most ridiculously romantic destinations in the world," Nathan remarked. "If you're going to make a grand declaration, Venice is by far one of the best places to do it."

"And here I thought the city was ridiculously overrated," Brian said sarcastically. "I suppose I'll find out first hand. Italo would like me to fly out for a week of brainstorming," he divulged.

***

"We should probably start thinking about potential backdrops for the ads," Brendan mused as the meeting continued.

"Backdrops?" Brian raised an eyebrow at the artist.

"How else are we going to incorporate Venice into your grand declaration?" Brendan argued.

"I take it you already have something in mind?"

"Maybe, but it's going to require some additional information on your part."

"Fire away," Brian invited, knowing he didn't have much choice in the matter.

"It might be prudent to start with how you and Justin first met," Brendan suggested.

"I thought we weren't going to go the pathetic route," Brian objected.

"Do you want Justin to forgive you or not?" Nathan countered.

"Fine," Brian huffed before continuing. "I suppose you could say that I met him under a streetlamp on Liberty Avenue."

"More like he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked across the street and saw Justin standing there," Ted elaborated. "Thinking back, it's hard to believe it wasn't love at first sight."

"Hardly," Brian rolled his eyes at Ted's silly romanticism. "My only concern at the time was fucking him."

"Keep telling yourself that, Bri," Ted chuckled; everyone could see that the man was full of shit.

"A streetlamp...," Nathan considered this piece of information. "That's it!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Brendan excitedly turned his attention to his friend and colleague.

"We can have a shot of our lovers standing underneath a streetlamp outside the Doge's Palace with the Bacino di San Marco in the background," Nathan replied.

"The what?" Brian gave the younger man a skeptical glance.

"The basin or docking area for St. Mark's Canal. It's what feeds into the Grand Canal."

"Perfect," Brendan grinned while Ted nodded in agreement. Brian on the other hand, remained impassive.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, James?" Brian questioned.

"Do you want this campaign to be your grand declaration or not?" Nathan countered.

"Besides, Justin will adore the sentimentality," Brendan added.

"True," Brian murmured. "Continue."

"Now that we've established where you met, perhaps you could provide us with additional details regarding your meeting?" Nathan requested.

"Such as?" Brian gave the ad executive a blank stare.

"What you said to one another might be a good start," Nathan elaborated.

"You honestly expect me to remember that?" Brian scoffed with disbelief.

"If it was love at first sight like Ted believes," Brendan grinned.

Brian groaned, "What is it with you people?"

"We could always ask Justin," Ted threatened.

"I'm sure he would give you some nauseatingly overly sentimental version of it," Brian grimaced.

"Which is all the more reason to give us your version," Nathan invited.

"All right," Brian conceded. "I suppose if I think back hard enough, I can vaguely recall asking him where he was headed that evening."

"And his response?" Brendan asked.

"No place special."

"What did you say to him?" Brendan encouraged Brian to continue.

"I... uh..., told him I could change that."

"And you're telling us it wasn't love at first sight," Ted shook his head in amusement.

"It was lust, Theodore. Pure and simple lust."

"Sure, Bri. Keep deluding yourself with that," Ted chuckled. It was obvious that he'd had it bad from the beginning.

Meanwhile
Outside of Brian's Office

"Hi Cynthia," Justin greeted Brian's assistant. "Who's he in with?" the artist motioned to his partner's closed door.

"Brendan and Nathan," Cynthia replied. "I believe they're discussing the Grazzini account."

"They are?" It was something of a shock to hear that his friends were working on the account with Brian.

"Since they're part of his Grazzini team it would only make sense," Cynthia reasoned.

"Uh, right," Justin nodded absently. "I'll uh... see if I can catch Brian later," he murmured before turning back toward his own office, his mind filled with unwelcome images of himself and Brian working together on the first Grazzini campaign.

7:00 p.m.
Whole Foods Market

After finishing at the office for the day, Brian decided to stop at the market to pick up some of Romeo's favorite fish. Utterly disgusted by canned cat food, Brian now had the feline on a specially prepared organic diet, which Romeo seemed to love. While it caused him to spend additional time ensuring the animal was fed properly, he was comforted by the fact that he was providing Romeo with the best cuisine possible.

As he walked away from the seafood counter and headed down the snack food aisle, Brian was surprised to find Bonbois examining various potato chip selections.

"If it isn't the ubiquitous Jean Philippe Bonbois," Brian greeted his neighbor with a smirk.

"Kinney," Bonbois frowned.

"Fancy seeing you here. How's your twink treating you these days?"

"Twink?" Bonbois pretended not to know to whom Brian was referring.

"I see you're still in denial," Brian laughed. "Here's a small piece of advice. A well-fed twink is a happy twink. So, if you're looking to keep him around, I would suggest stocking up on the junk food," he advised, before continuing down the aisle, leaving Bonbois to stare back at him in anger.

Thursday, October 7th
8:30 p.m.
Presto

"I hear you two are working on the Grazzini campaign," Justin commented over dinner with Brendan and Nathan. The friends had decided to spend the evening catching up with one another.

"We thought we'd see if working with Brian is really as awful as it's cracked up to be," Nathan laughed uncomfortably.

"What Nathan means to say is that we thought it might be a good opportunity," Brendan offered in attempt to ease the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Makes sense," Justin acknowledged. "How's the campaign coming along? Do you have any specific ideas yet?"

"Uh...," Nathan frowned with hesitation.

"We're uh... still in the early stages of the campaign," Brendan lied, not about to reveal their true intentions.

"Oh." Justin could sense the two men were evading the truth.

"How's the Sherbourne account?" Nathan questioned, in a blatant attempt to change the subject.

"Fine," Justin responded as he wondered why his friends were being evasive about the Grazzini campaign. It was clear that they were hiding something.

Meanwhile
Woody's

"When do you leave for Italy?" Emmett asked Brian as they sat together at a table near the bar.

"Next Saturday."

"Have you thought of what you're going to tell Justin?" Ted inquired.

"He'll think I'm going to New York for Liberty Air. Scott Matthews has agreed to cover for me, so that's the story I'm going to use. Keeping that in mind, I expect you two to keep your mouths shut," Brian instructed.

"Of course," Emmett agreed. "While I know Teddy and I haven't had the greatest track record when it comes to keeping secrets, we're not about to fuck this up for you. Right, Teddy?" he turned to his partner.

"Absolutely. The last thing we want to do is blow your cover, Bri."

"Good," Brian murmured as he eyed a particularly hot guy enter the bar.

"I see you've got your eye on tonight's prey," Emmett observed, as Brian turned his attention back to his drink.

"Perhaps," Brian chose to remain noncommittal. Fred and Emile didn't need to know everything.

"So, uh, any improvements with Sunshine of late?" Emmett questioned.

"No."

"Teddy thought you two might be getting along better," Emmett offered weakly in response to Brian's answer.

"It still doesn't change the fact that he's nowhere near ready to forgive me," Brian declared.

"He will, especially once he has witnessed your grand declaration," Ted assured.

"We'll see," Brian shrugged.

"Teddy and I forgave you," Emmett pointed out.

"Speaking of that, why did you?"

"Maybe because you finally showed us that the great Brian Kinney is a mere mortal like all the rest of us," Ted revealed.

"We also know you belong with Justin and that we're both suckers when it comes to true love," Emmett added.

"In other words, you find me pathetic," Brian surmised.

"Brian Kinney pathetic? Impossible," Ted grinned. "Em and I would prefer to think of you as merely humbled."

"I suppose I can accept that," Brian sighed as the hot guy from earlier began cruising him.

"I think it's time we got another drink, Teddy," Emmett decided as the guy began whispering into Brian's ear.

"I agree," Ted said as they stood up from the table, leaving Brian free to entertain his trick.

"In that case, I think I'll head home for the evening," Brian announced. "By myself," he added making it clear to the trick that he was by no means interested in what he had to offer.

***

"Teddy?" Emmett turned to his partner as they watched Brian leave the bar by himself. "Is it me or have you also noticed that Brian doesn't seem to be tricking as much lately?"

"You know, now that I think about it, I think you may be right, Em. It's been ages since we've last seen Brian turn any tricks," Ted observed.

"Is it possible that maybe he's given up tricking?"

"I highly doubt he's given it up. Although, it definitely looks as if he's cutting back," Ted remarked.

"It certainly can't hurt if he's truly determined to gain Justin's forgiveness," Emmett reasoned. "I only hope for his sake he knows what he's doing."

"Me too, Em," Ted agreed. "Me too."

The Following Morning
11:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

"Hey Em," Justin greeted Emmett in Kinnetik's reception area. "Thanks for squeezing me in this afternoon."

"You know I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to have lunch with you, baby, even if it's only to discuss Kinnetik's upcoming party."

"I'm so glad you agreed to plan it for us. I know the staff is absolutely going to love what you have planned," Justin smiled.

"Is Brian going to be able join us this afternoon?" Emmett inquired innocently. There was no need to reveal that he was attempting to do a little matchmaking.

"I'm uh..., not sure," Justin admitted. He was too embarrassed to admit that he hadn't even thought about including Brian in his invitation.

"Perhaps we should check," Emmett suggested.

"Uh, sure," Justin blushed before leading Emmett toward his partner's office.

***

"Cynthia, you remember Emmett don't you?" Justin asked once they reached Brian's assistant's desk.

"Of course, it's nice to see you again, Emmett. I can't wait to see what you have planned for the party."

"Thanks, Cynthia. I think you're going to have a fabulous time."

"Is Brian around?" Justin inquired. "We thought we might ask if he's free for lunch."

"I'm afraid he's a bit tied up this morning. He's meeting now with Nathan and Brendan regarding the Grazzini campaign and then he has meetings scheduled with Liberty Air."

"The Grazzini campaign must be pretty intense right now," Justin remarked.

"You can say that again," Cynthia agreed. "It's Brian's most important campaign to date. Only this morning he was telling me that there is absolutely no room for error."

"Let's hope for both our sakes that the campaign is a resounding success."

"It has to be. Brian won't accept anything else," Cynthia stated, before exchanging a knowing look with Emmett. When it came to her boss, there was no way in hell he was going to fail where Justin was concerned.

Meanwhile
Brian's Office

"I think we should place a heavy focus on the Piazza San Marco (St. Mark's Square) when developing the locations for the ads," Nathan suggested while participating in a brainstorming session with Brendan and Brian.

"Absolutely," Brendan agreed. "The ambiance just screams romance. Justin would love sitting outside at one of the various cafes sipping a cappuccino and listening to the dueling orchestras."

"Orchestras?" Brian winced.

"Many of the cafes have them. Just think how romantic it would be if the ads showed our couple dancing in the square with violins playing in the background," Brendan proposed.

"No," Brian objected harshly.

"N-no?" Brendan questioned, surprised by his heated objection.

"No violin music."

"But why?" Nathan was as confused as Brendan.

"For one thing it sounds like a dying cat."

"So, because you personally dislike violin music we're supposed refrain from incorporating it into the ads?" Brendan was not impressed with Brian's argument.

"Look, not that it's any business of yours, but there's actually another reason other than it sounds like a dead cat."

"There is?" Nathan asked, suddenly intrigued by Brian's comment.

"It's something that happened a long time ago between me and Justin, and it's also something I'm not going to discuss with you. So, you're going to have to trust me when I say that there can be absolutely no violin music involved with this campaign."

"All right," Brendan yielded. "No violin music. However, it might be helpful if you attempted to embrace Venice and what it has to offer."

"Obnoxious singing gondoliers? Garbage floating in canals? Hordes of tourists?" Brian offered sardonically.

"Typical," Nathan rolled his eyes at Brian's attitude. "Look, Kinney, if you're not willing to put your snobbery aside for the sake of Justin, then I say we're wasting our time."

"And here I was actually going to make a suggestion relating to your dancing idea in Piazza San Marco," Brian smirked.

"What?" Brendan was losing patience with his employer.

"I think we should incorporate Carnevale (Carnival). A masquerade would be the perfect foil for the new collection."

"I think you might be on to something." A look of relief washed over Brendan's face. Perhaps Brian would be able to put his snobbery aside after all.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 24

2008-01-02T05:13:11Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 24

Monday, September 13th
9:15 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian attempted to suppress a yawn as he entered his office. Shedding his jacket, he was in the process of rolling up his sleeves when Cynthia entered.

"What happened to your arm?" Brian assistant asked as her eyes fell on the series of scratches running up and down his left forearm.

"Don't ask," Brian was in no mood to recount the joys of owning a cat. Only a few hours before, he'd been subjected to hearing Romeo babble incessantly throughout an overseas call to Italo Grazzini.

"Alright, I won't," Cynthia could see her boss was in one of his moods. "However, before I leave you to your work, I thought you might like to know that Pittsburgh Business Quarterly called this morning," she said, referring to the city's most prestigious business journal, which had previously carried a profile on Justin.

"And what do those pretentious bastards want?"

"Due to Kinnetik's recent Atlas nomination, they would like to feature an article about us in their next issue," Cynthia responded. A week earlier, Kinnetik had been nominated for the highly coveted agency of the year award.

"Let Justin handle it. I don't have time for them."

"They specifically requested to speak to you," Cynthia pointed out. "Besides, Justin is out of the office this morning."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. He mentioned something about having to take care of a personal matter," Cynthia revealed while Brian nodded in response. "Bri?" she suddenly gave her boss a hesitant look.

"What?"

"When are you going to fix things between the two of you?"

"Who says there's anything to fix?" Brian challenged.

"You can't continue on this way. It's obvious you're both..."

"Miserable?" Brian finished.

"Isn't there something you can do?" Cynthia implored.

"He made his choice, Cynthia. It's my job to live with it," Brian stated before turning his attention toward his work.

Meanwhile
PIFA

"Your excellent grades in conjunction with the extra course work you've completed, make you an ideal candidate for December graduation," Justin's advisor, Dr. Brooks, indicated.

"Good to hear," Justin gave a relieved smile. "In addition to expediting my graduation, I was wondering if it would be possible to complete a thesis in place of my two remaining electives?"

"Since a thesis counts for six credit hours which would be equivalent to two electives, I don't foresee it being a problem. That on top of the six credits we will award for your final portfolio will certainly provide you with the remaining credits needed for graduation."

"Excellent," the artist nodded. Both the thesis and the portfolio would allow him the freedom to complete his degree wherever he wished, which was exactly what he had been hoping for when he'd made the appointment to meet with his advisor.

11:00 a.m.
Kinnetik

"Hi sweetie," August greeted Justin as he arrived in the office.

"How's it going this morning?"

"Not too bad. Cynthia dropped by earlier. Apparently Pittsburgh Business Quarterly called and Brian wants you to handle them. It's her understanding that they would like to write a profile on Kinnetik because of the Atlas nomination."

"Lovely," the blond rolled his eyes. The last thing he felt like doing was pretending to the influential publication that things were perfect at Kinnetik.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Brian was reading his e-mail when he looked up to see Justin standing in front of his desk.

"August told me you wanted me to handle Pittsburgh Business Quarterly," the artist began.

"I thought you might like to charm them with your witty repartee," Brian explained, reaching for a stack of documents that required his signature.

"Perhaps they would prefer dealing with the man behind the name," Justin countered. He was visibly annoyed by the fact that Brian was blowing him off.

"Perhaps the man behind the name isn't interested in the pompous publication," Brian argued, before stretching his left arm.

"Some trick," Justin offered with sarcasm as his eyes fell on the scratches marring Brian's arm.

"Romeo was rather ferocious last night," Brian gave a casual shrug.

"Since when do you remember names?"

"Is there a problem, Sunshine?"

Annoyed as he was with Brian's attitude Justin replied, "Of course not."

"Are you sure about that?" Brian couldn't help but wonder if his ex might be jealous.

"Look, are you going to handle the fucking magazine or not?"

"How about we handle it together?"

"You've got to be kidding me," Justin shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't think for a second I'm going to let you weasel your way out of it, Sunshine," Brian warned. "Speaking of weaseling, where the hell were you this morning?"

"Since when is it my responsibility to report my every move to you?"

"It's not, but I would appreciate some common courtesy every now and again."

"Right," Justin rolled his eyes. "On that note I think I'll be heading back to my office."

"Later," Brian murmured as he watched the blond leave. It was difficult not to wonder where Justin had been earlier, especially since his ex was looking more tired and strained as the days passed. As concerned as he was, Brian believed there was little he could do to help.

Tuesday
7:15 p.m.
The Loft

"I think Romeo likes the new mouse we got him, Daddy," Gus called out to Brian who was sitting at his computer.

"I'm sure he does, Sonny Boy," Brian smiled back. Earlier he had picked Gus up and had taken him to the pet store before bringing him back to the loft to play with Romeo. He had a feeling Romeo was more interested in the catnip that was inside the toy mouse than the mouse itself. Brian's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the telephone.

***

"Hello?"

"Hi Brian, it's Jenn," Justin's mother greeted him warmly.

"Uh... hi," Brian attempted to mask the surprise from his voice.

"I realize this is short notice, but Royce and I were wondering if you might like to come over for dinner tomorrow evening," she invited.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Jennifer."

"Royce and I insist, Brian. The weather's still nice and Royce is planning to barbecue steaks out by the pool. Besides, you still haven't heard the details of our wedding," she commented, hoping she could convince him to agree. The real truth behind the invitation was that she and Royce were worried about Justin, and that they secretly hoped the couple would reconcile.

"Alright," Brian begrudgingly agreed. Accepting the invitation was the least he could do after the support they had lent him over the past several weeks.

An Hour Later

"Daddy?" Gus turned to look seriously at his father as they sat on the sofa petting Romeo.

"Yes, Sonny Boy?"

"Where's Jus?" Gus questioned with childlike innocence as Brian felt his insides clench with pain. He'd known this question was coming and had been hoping to avoid it.

"I'm afraid Justin no longer lives here, Gus."

"Where did he go?"

"He went to live with his mom," Brian explained.

"Why, Daddy?" Gus asked in a confused voice.

"I'm afraid he no longer loves your daddy," Brian revealed.

"Is it because of the thing you did to make him mad?" the boy inquired, remembering the reason why he had helped Brian purchase the Build a Bear.

"That's part of it," Brian confirmed grimly.

"Daddy, if Jus no longer loves you does that mean he no longer loves me?"

"Of course not," Brian set Romeo aside to lift his son onto his lap. "Listen to me, Sonny Boy. Are you listening?" he waited for Gus to nod in response. "I promise that no matter what happens or how Justin feels about me he will always love you. Got it?"

"Uh-huh," the child nodded solemnly. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Gus?"

"Just because Jus no longer loves you, doesn't mean I'll stop loving you," Gus promised before reaching up and wrapping his arms around Brian's neck.

"Thank you, Sonny Boy," Brian whispered in a voice filled with emotion. Words could not even begin to express how grateful he was to have the boy in his life.

Wednesday
6:30 p.m.
Royce & Jennifer's

After stopping at the loft to change into a pair of jeans and long-sleeved Juicy Couture T-shirt, Brian was now pulling his BMW into Royce and Jennifer's driveway. Steering the car closer to the house, he was momentarily taken aback by the sheer size of it. While he'd had a hunch that the house was impressive based on the fact that it was located in Fox Chapel, one of Pittsburgh's more exclusive suburbs, he hadn't anticipated it to be as grand as it appeared. Shaking his head in amusement, he made a mental note to bring the BMW in the future. He had no intention of being viewed as the "poor" relation.

***

"Brian, good to see you," Royce greeted, shaking the younger man's hand. "I'm glad you could make it," he said before leading him out to the patio.

"Nice house," Brian smirked as he surveyed his surroundings.

"It's a bit much isn't it?" Royce joked. "I only purchased it for its investment value."

"Craig must be pissed."

"Serves the asshole right," the attorney laughed. He felt no love towards Jennifer's ex-husband.

***

Half an hour later, Brian was sitting on the patio enjoying a beer while catching up with Royce and Jennifer. He was beginning to wonder if Justin was going to make an appearance when he turned his head to see the blond walk barefoot out onto the patio dressed in khaki colored cargo shorts and a black t-shirt.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Justin stared at Brian. The last person he expected to see was his ex, especially since he hadn't mentioned anything at the office earlier.

"Justin, that's no way to greet our guest," Jennifer admonished.

"To answer your question, your mother and Royce invited me for dinner."

"They did?" Justin sent an angered look in Jennifer's direction.

"That's right, we did," Jennifer confirmed. "Now dinner's almost ready. Why don't you go inside and bring out the salad I left in the refrigerator?"

"Yes, Mother," Justin rolled his eyes before turning to reenter the house.

"That went well," Brian sardonically remarked as he watched the blond walk inside.

"Give him time, he'll come around," Jennifer assured as she reached across the table and gave Brian's hand a supportive squeeze.

"I don't know, Jenn. It's been almost a month," Brian sighed. He had little expectation of ever reconciling with Justin.

***

"Did you see the beautiful Grazzini vase Brian gave us for a wedding gift, honey?" Jennifer asked her son over dinner.

"No," Justin shook his head as he tried to concentrate on cutting another piece of steak.

"I put it in the dining room. You'll have to look at it later."

"Speaking of the wedding, why don't you tell Brian about it?" Royce invited.

"You wouldn't believe how romantic it was," Jennifer's face lit up with a dreamy smile. "Royce arranged for us to be married at the Four Seasons Resort at Jimbaran Bay. We were married right on the beach and then celebrated by sharing an intimate dinner in their gazebo overlooking the bay," she said as Brian politely pretended to listen. His real attention was focused on Justin who was too busy picking at his food to notice him staring.

***

"Would you like a cigar, Brian?" Royce offered after dinner.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline," Brian said as he looked anxiously at his watch. While he wouldn't mind staying and chatting with the attorney he was afraid to leave Romeo by himself for much longer. Unfortunately, Brian had learned the hard way that his Siamese became a bit temperamental when he was left alone for hours on end. "Romeo is waiting for me back at the loft."

"Oh," Jennifer and Royce exchanged surprised glances while Justin attempted to keep his mouth from dropping open in shock.

"However, I appreciate the invitation to dinner. I enjoyed both the company and the steaks," he complimented before standing up to leave.

***

"Uh, Justin?" Jennifer gave her son an uneasy look once Brian had departed.

"What?" the blond muttered.

"Who's Romeo?"

"Beats me," Justin shrugged as he stood up from the table. "Why don't you ask Brian since you're so chummy with him now," he snapped as he headed toward the French doors that led inside.

"Justin," Jennifer objected. "I was only trying to help. I thought inviting him over to dinner would do you both some good."

"Obviously you thought wrong. If you want to do me any favors, stay out of my private life," Justin requested tersely before storming into the house, furious with his mother's blatant interference.

9:30 p.m.
The Loft

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Brian called out as he entered the loft.

"The little fur ball must be hiding somewhere," he frowned after scanning his immediate area and proceeding into the kitchen for a bottle of water.

"Ahh rah raaaaaaaaaaaaahhhrrr!"

"What the fuck?" Suddenly Brian's attention was drawn to living room, where Romeo was standing atop his sacred Mies van der Rohe coffee table.

"Listen to me you little fur ball," Brian commanded as he stormed over to the cat. "If you have any hope of surviving the next five minutes you'll get the fuck off that table now," he ordered in a stern tone.

"Now!" Brian yelled, causing the cat to jump from the table in fear, leaving scratch marks in his wake.

***

"I don't fucking believe this!" Furious, Brian stared down at his coffee table. One of his favorite pieces of furniture now had two ugly scratches running across its center. "Of all the fucking things in this loft you had to ruin this," he glared at Romeo, who stared back at him with pathetic eyes.

"Don't you dare make me feel sorry for you," Brian warned. "I've had it up to here when it comes to your antics. You better shape up, you little fucker, or else I'm siccing Juliet on you," he threatened before stalking into the bedroom. He'd had more than his fill when it came to the cat.

Meanwhile
Royce & Jennifer's

Standing out by the pool with a cigarette in hand, Justin's thoughts were on Brian. It was difficult to comprehend that his ex had already moved on and replaced him. Nevertheless, it was the only logical explanation for Romeo's presence in Brian's life. Knowing that he was easily replaceable left Justin feeling bitter. After everything Brian had meant to him, this was yet another sign that he had meant little to the man in return. It was more and more apparent that there was less of a reason for him to remain in Pittsburgh. After all, what was left for him?

Thursday, September 16th
7:30 p.m.
Lindsay & Melanie's

"Jus?" Gus looked up from the picture he was drawing to stare at the blond.

"Yes?" Justin had agreed to baby-sit Gus since Brian was tied up at a client dinner and Lindsay and Melanie had an important board meeting at the Gay and Lesbian Center.

"Why don't you love my Daddy anymore?"

"Where did you get that idea?"

"Daddy told me."

"H-he did?"

"He said that's why you don't live with him anymore," Gus explained in a sad voice.

"I see," Justin coughed. He was astonished by the fact that Brian had confided this to his son.

"Daddy said he's sorry for what he did, Jus."

"I know he is," the blond nodded grimly.

"Then why won't you forgive him?"

"I don't know if I can," Justin admitted.

"Mamma and Mommy always forgive me."

"I know they do, Gus. Believe me, if I could forgive your father I would. Unfortunately, it's not that easy."

"I wish it were. At least he still has Romeo and me. We love him."

"I know you do," Justin ruffled the boy's hair. "Gus, who's Romeo?" he unexpectedly found himself asking. Although he was desperately afraid of the answer, Justin let his curiosity get the better of him.

"He's my cat," the boy's face lit up with a wide smile.

"Y-your cat?" Justin's mouth dropped open. "But I thought your Mamma was allergic to them?"

"She is. That's why Romeo lives with Daddy. He gave Romeo to me for my birthday."

"Unbelievable," Justin shook his head in amazement. To say that he was flabbergasted by Romeo's identity would definitely have been an understatement. Just the idea of Brian owning a cat was more than his feeble mind could even begin to comprehend.

Friday
8:30 a.m.
The Gym

"You should have heard Brian on the phone yesterday. He's absolutely furious with Romeo right now," Michael commented as he threw a medicine ball back and forth with Emmett.

"What did he do?" Justin inquired before setting his towel down and joining the pair. He decided it best to act as if he hadn't only recently learned of the cat's identity.

"He ruined Brian's sacred Mies van der Rohe table."

"Oh my God," Emmett's mouth gaped open. "The poor cat must be dead by now."

"If you ask me, he's lucky to still be alive."

"No shit. Brian is obsessed with that table," Justin added. "Although he seemed reasonably calm at Kinnetik yesterday."

"Believe me, he's pissed. If it weren't for the fact that he has a soft spot for Romeo, the cat would have been gone weeks ago."

"I still can't fathom him as a cat owner," Emmett commented.

"I couldn't either until I saw them together," Michael interjected. "I think he may actually love Romeo."

"The only thing Brian loves is fucking," Emmett declared.

"Maybe he's changed," Michael offered as Justin found himself wondering if there may be some truth to his friend's words.

Noon
The Liberty Diner

"Well if it isn't the happy honeymooners," Brian greeted Michael and Ben before joining them in their booth.

"Hey, Brian," Michael welcomed his friend.

"I take it you're joining us for lunch?" Ben surmised. While he was still uncertain if the recent changes in Brian's demeanor would have a lasting effect, Ben was relieved that he and Michael had reconciled their friendship. For his husband's sake, Ben was willing to put his feelings aside and give Brian another chance.

"Why else would I be wasting my time sitting here?" Brian drawled with his usual sarcasm.

"So, how's Romeo?" Michael grinned, dying to know the cat's fate.

"You'll be happy to know the little fur ball is still in one piece. However, I made it quite clear that if he even so much as thinks about ruining another piece of furniture I'll be sure to introduce him to a Juliet."

"Nice," Ben rolled his eyes at the same moment as Bonbois entered the diner with his friends Etienne and Jacques in tow.

"Isn't that your obnoxious neighbor?" Michael asked.

"Yep," Brian confirmed.

"He must be riding high on his recent victory. Team Canada won the World Cup the other night. I heard Bonbois played phenomenally in the series."

"He certainly seems pleased with himself," Brian murmured as he observed Cody approach the hockey player's booth.

***

"Now that's a nice piece of ass," Jacques complimented in French, while Cody busied himself with taking their orders.

"I bet you wouldn't mind sating yourself in a twink like that," Etienne laughed, continuing the conversation in their native tongue.

"Have you had him?" Jacques turned to Bonbois while Cody moved on to the next table.

"Of course he has," Etienne interjected. "Do you honestly think Jean Philippe would pass up a nice piece of boy ass like that?"

"True," Jacques conceded. "So, is he any good?"

"He's not worth your time," Bonbois lied as he attempted to keep his eyes from lingering on the tempting brunet who was taking orders nearby. "I can honestly say I've had better."

"How disappointing," Jacques sighed. "I suppose I'll have to rely on you for recommendations tonight at Babylon."

***

"You seem awfully interested in Bonbois' table," Ben observed. Brian had been studying his neighbor with an intent expression on his face for several minutes.

"You imagine things," Brian dismissed the professor's notion.

"W-what the?" Michael suddenly turned his attention toward the hockey player's table at the exact same instant Cody started yelling at the man in rapid French.

"Now this is an unexpected twist," Brian murmured as he watched the furious waiter dump an entire pitcher of water over Bonbois' lap before turning to storm into the kitchen.

"Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen," Brian stood up from the table and decided it was in his best interests to find out what was happening between Cody and Bonbois.

"Where the fuck is he going?" Michael wondered as both he and Ben, along with Bonbois watched Brian proceed in the direction of the kitchen.

***

"What do you want?" Cody grumbled as he stood outside the diner's backdoor with a cigarette.

"Since when do you speak French?" Brian decided to forgo any niceties and get directly to the matter at hand.

"Gee, maybe because I'm a French major at Pitt," the waiter responded sarcastically.

"I take it you're fluent."

"I've only been studying the language for the past six years."

"I see," Brian nodded as he considered how he could use this new information to his advantage. He wasn't about to stop interfering until he reaped his ultimate revenge.

"Look, I answered your question so why don't you just go," Cody invited.

"Not until you tell me what happened inside."

"It doesn't matter."

"That's for me to decide. Now why don't you both do us a favor and start talking."

"Fine," Cody sighed. "I guess you could say I overheard his friends discussing me in French. Apparently one of his friends thinks I have a nice ass and wanted to know if I was any good."

"Let me guess, Bonbois answered that he'd had better."

"How did you guess?" Cody looked up at Brian with surprised eyes.

"I know your Frenchman better than you think."

"I thought I told you he was...."

"I know, Quebecois," Brian rolled his eyes. "Getting back to the little incident that occurred, I imagine it's safe to say that you didn't appreciate being insulted and decided to do a little insulting of your own?"

"Something like that," Cody grimaced.

"I think he got the message."

"I don't give a fuck whether he did or not. I'm wasting my time with an asshole like him. He'll never allow himself to love a twink like me."

"Never say never," Brian advised. "Stranger things have happened."

"Yeah right."

"So, are you up for Babylon tonight?" Brian inquired, abruptly changing the subject.

"Why do you ask?"

"I think it's time we put those French skills of yours to use," Brian announced with a smirk. Soon he would have Bonbois exactly where he wanted him.

3:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"Brian?" Brian looked up from his desk to see Justin standing in his doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a sec?"

"Sure, why not?" Brian shrugged before motioning for Justin to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Ann Westhampton and Ted came to see me this afternoon with a request from our employee action committee."

"And what type of genius idea have they come up with this time?" Brian sighed, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.

"The staff would like to have a party after the Atlas Awards to celebrate the year we've had."

"That's all?"

"Uh, yeah," Justin nodded as he tried not to show his surprise. Brian seemed to be handling the request rather well.

"If you're agreeable I don't see why I wouldn't be."

"You do realize that if they throw a party, you'll be required to attend," Justin was quick to point out.

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me to make nice with the staff for a few hours," Brian commented. "In fact, it probably wouldn't hurt to employ Mr. Honeycutt's services in planning it."

"You're right. I'll go and tell Ted," the blond smiled, relieved that Brian had for once agreed without his usual fuss.

12:30 a.m.
Babylon

"Uh, hey," Cody nervously approached Brian who was standing at the bar.

"It's about time you got your twink ass here," Brian rolled his eyes. "For all you know, you could have missed your prime opportunity with your Frenchman."

"I thought I told you..."

"I know he's Quebecois," Brian muttered.

"That too, but I seem to recall telling you that I don't want him anymore."

"Bullshit."

"I'm out of his league," Cody protested.

"Then why has he fucked you twice?"

"It's actually been more like four times."

"Men like Bonbois don't do repeats."

"But..."

"Ah, there's our prey," Brian cocked his head in the direction of the dance floor. While he and Cody had been arguing, Bonbois and his friends had entered the club.

"He's hardly our prey, especially since it appears he's found his own prey for the evening," Cody frowned as he watched Jean Philippe lead a beefy trick in the direction of the backroom.

"That's where we come in, my dear twink," Brian revealed with a devious grin. "Are you coming?" he asked, reaching for the waiter's arm.

"Coming where?"

"To the backroom."

"Oh, no, if you honestly think I'm going to..."

"Do you want your Frenchman or not?" Brian challenged.

"Fine," Cody sighed before following Brian to the backroom.

***

"Isn't that Cody following Brian to the backroom?" Ted questioned while standing with Justin and Emmett on the catwalk.

"Sure is," Emmett confirmed, causing Justin's stomach to clench in pain. The artist knew he no longer had the right to care where his ex was concerned, but it didn't stop him from hurting to know Brian was with a trick.

"He's been spending quite a bit of time with the twink recently," Ted remarked as Emmett sent an uneasy glance in Justin's direction.

"I think I'm going to call it a night," Justin decided. He didn't think he could stomach hearing another word about Brian and Cody.

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Yeah, Em. I'm pretty tired. Thanks for agreeing to help with Kinnetik's party. I'll see you both tomorrow," Justin promised before turning to flee the club.

"Teddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think it's too late for them?" Emmett mused as he watched the blond leave. It was obvious Justin still cared.

"You and I know it will never be over between them."

"Then why are they still apart?"

"Perhaps they're both too stubborn for their own good," Ted offered. "They'll find their way back to one another."

"I'm not so sure, Teddy," Emmett sighed. "I think it's going to take nothing short of a miracle to get them both back where they belong."

Meanwhile
The Backroom

"Uh, Brian?"

"What?" Brian turned to glance back at Cody with irritation as he led him towards Bonbois.

"What exactly am I supposed to do back here?" the waiter eyed his surroundings uneasily.

"Please don't tell me we're having this conversation," Brian rolled his eyes as he proceeded to drag Cody into a corner that was right within Jean Philippe's view.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," Cody hesitated.

"Listen to me," Brian commanded. "Are you listening?" he waited for the twink to nod. "All you have to do is exactly what I tell you. Believe me, I'm not bullshitting you when I tell you I know your hockey player a hell of a lot better than you think."

"This better work."

"It will," Brian assured smugly. "Now I want you to start unbuttoning my shirt. Then you're going worship my chest with your mouth while working your way down towards my cock. At the same time I want you to make your raging lust for me known in French. You're going to have to make sure it's loud enough for your Frenchman to hear you. Once you reach my cock, I want you to unzip my pants and..."

"I get the picture," Cody blushed.

"One more thing," Brian added. "Under no circumstances are you to kiss me on the lips. I don't kiss."

"So I've heard."

"Now get to it," Brian ordered.

***

Soon Brian was leaning against the wall as Cody went to work worshipping his chest. He had to give the kid marks because whatever he was moaning in French had definitely gained Bonbois' attention. Now as he discreetly eyed his nemesis out of the corner of his eye, Brian could only hope that his plan went exactly the way he had anticipated.

***

Moments later, Cody was on his knees in front of him and was in the process of freeing his cock. Reaching with both hands to caress the twink's spiky hair, Brian could see that his neighbor's blood was boiling.

Needless to say, it came as no surprise to Brian to see Bonbois push his trick aside and angrily make his way over to them.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Bonbois demanded.

"If you don't mind, the boy's about to suck me off," Brian responded casually.

"Not if I have any say in that," Jean Philippe growled. "Leve-toi," he ordered Cody. (Get up.)

"Dégage," the waiter replied in French. (Fuck off.)

"Je t'ai dit de te lever," Bonbois repeated fiercely. (I said get up.)

"Non."

"As you can see, we're busy," Brian indicated coolly. "Now why don't you do us both a favor and fuck off," he suggested before pulling Cody's head closer to his cock.

"Take your fucking hands off my twink now," Bonbois snarled.

"Your twink?" Brian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"That's right, you heard me. Now for the last and final fucking time get up," he commanded Cody. "The only person you're going to be sucking off tonight is me and it's certainly not going to be in this godforsaken place," he muttered before taking Cody by the arm and dragging him out of the backroom, leaving Brian to smile in satisfaction.

Monday, September 20th
8:30 a.m.
Downtown Pittsburgh

As he sat in his Jeep waiting for a traffic light to change, Justin braced himself for what he was about to tell Brian that morning. After spending the entire weekend coming to grips with his decision, he was finally ready to move on with his life. While he knew that what he was about to do was going to come as something of a shock, it was his only chance at rebuilding his life and discovering what he truly wanted. After all of the pain he had experienced, it was time for him to learn how to be happy once again....

An Hour Later
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"You wanted to see me?" Brian inquired as he watched Justin walk cautiously into his office, closing the door behind him.

"I need to talk to you."

"Take a seat," Brian offered as he wondered at the reason for the blond's request.

"I've u-uh been doing a lot of thinking recently," Justin began uneasily, "and I... think it would be best if I took a leave of absence."

"A leave of what?" Brian stared at the artist blankly, not quite believing the words that had come out of Justin's mouth.

"Absence," Justin finished.

"I see," Brian raked his hand uncomfortably through his hair. "And when would this leave of absence occur?"

"I thought my last day could be October 29th. That would give me over a month to finish the Sherbourne campaign."

"May I inquire as to how long you plan to be gone?"

"At least a month, maybe longer," Justin replied.

"And if you decide not to come back at all?"

"I'll let you know. I'm not going to leave you high and dry."

"Might I ask what you'll be doing during this leave of absence of yours?" Brian had a feeling he was not going to like the answer.

"It's simple. I'm going to Italy."

"Italy?" Brian parroted in surprise. "Aren't you forgetting school?"

"All I have left is a thesis and final project. I can finish them anywhere. Although, I suspect I'll be doing plenty of research in Florence since my thesis happens to be on the Renaissance."

"You've certainly thought of everything," Brian remarked.

"Look, I know this probably comes as something of a surprise to you, but it's something I need to do," Justin explained. "Just the thought of staying in Pittsburgh for much longer..."

"I understand."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Besides, I don't think I have much choice in the matter."

"If you'd rather I resigned...."

"No. Do what you need to do. Kinnetik will still be here when you get back," Brian promised.

"Thanks. You don't know how much this means to me," Justin smiled in relief. He was finally going to move on with on his life.

***

"Fuck," Brian murmured to himself once Justin had left. He should have seen this coming, especially since Justin had been so miserable of late. As much as he wanted to tell Justin not to go, to stay and give him another chance, Brian felt he owed it to the blond to step aside and allow him the freedom to make his own decisions. Yet as noble as that was, he couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that once Justin boarded his plane for Italy, there would no turning back for the artist - only moving forward. It was a reality that Brian was by no means ready to face....

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 23

2008-01-02T05:10:58Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 23

Sunday, August 22nd
8:30 p.m.
Royce & Jennifer's

"Nice pool," Daphne complimented as she sat on one of the chaise lounges surrounding Royce's swimming pool.

"Try nice house," Justin laughed.

"Did you have any idea it was this large?" Daphne stared in awe at the stately five-bedroom, provincial styled home.

"Not a clue. Fuck, I have a fireplace in my bedroom. Not to mention my own bathroom and an additional bedroom to use as an office."

"Craig must be shitting a brick."

"Tell me about it," Justin laughed, knowing full well that his father had to be annoyed by the fact that his mother had remarried well.

"So how are you?" Daphne asked with genuine concern.

"Miserable."

"I can't say I'm surprised. It's difficult even for me to comprehend all that has happened," Daphne mused. "I'm just glad you're okay. If anything had happened to you I don't know what I would I have done..." she admitted tearfully.

"I know," Justin put a supportive arm around his best friend. "It would be the same for me if anything ever happened to you."

Meanwhile
Woody's

Brian was leaning over a pool table about to line up his next shot, when he glanced up to see Bonbois.

"Mind if I join you?" the hockey played asked as Brian eyed him suspiciously.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged.

"It's often difficult to find a worthy competitor," Jean Philippe remarked.

"Tell me about it," Brian murmured. "Haven't seen you around lately."

"I've been in Montreal training for the World Cup. I flew back to Pittsburgh this weekend to take care of a few things."

Meanwhile
Royce & Jennifer's

"Have you spoken to Brian?" Daphne asked as they continued to sit by the pool.

"Not really. We've been communicating through Cynthia and August for the most part."

"Are you sure you want to go back to the office tomorrow?"

"Honestly? I don't know. Christ, Daph, I don't know what I want anymore."

"You've had a hell of a summer."

"Tell me about it," Justin nodded bitterly. "I just wish I didn't feel so lost inside. Sometimes I feel like Brian was right when he said I didn't fight hard enough."

"No. You fought harder than most."

"Yeah, but deep down I could see what was happening to him and I let it happen, Daph. I let myself be the victim when I should have been there calling him on his shit..."

"It's not your fault," Daphne objected.

"Maybe I stopped caring, maybe I was so fixated on proving myself to be this fantastic businessman that I lost sight of my true self."

"I think you need time," Daphne advised. "You should give yourself the chance to heal. You don't have to decide the future overnight."

"True," Justin sighed, knowing Daphne was right. The only problem was, he doubted he would ever heal.

Meanwhile
Woody's

"I uh, heard about the breakup," Jean Philippe offered grimly as they continued their game.

"Who hasn't?" Brian responded with a bitter laugh. The Liberty Avenue grapevine had been buzzing with gossip all week.

"I take it he's moved out?"

"Yeah," Brian nodded absently as he spotted Cody entering the bar.

"Shit," Bonbois muttered as his cell phone began vibrating in the middle of his shot. "Will you excuse me for a moment? I need to take this."

***

Unable to suppress the evil smirk that illuminated his features, Brian casually sauntered over to the bar with his eyes focused intently on a spiky-haired brunet.

"Hey," Brian smirked at Cody.

"Uh, hey," Cody eyed Brian doubtfully.

"Wanna beer?" Brian offered.

"You can't possibly be interested in someone like me," Cody gave Brian an appalled look.

"I'm not."

"Oh," a look of embarrassment washed over the waiter's features. "Then if you don't mind my asking, what exactly do you, uh want?"

"Humor me," Brian said as he set a beer down in front of Cody.

***

"If you're looking to score with him, your approach could use some improvement," Brian began a moment later.

"Score with who?"

"Your Frenchman," Brian gave an exasperated sigh.

"He's actually Quebecois," Cody corrected.

"I don't give a fuck what he is. However, if you want another fuck, it would be in your best interest to listen to what I have to say."

"Are you deranged?"

"Not at all."

"In case you haven't noticed I'm way out of his league."

"Then why did he fuck you?"

"Desperation?" Cody shrugged, not quite sure of the answer himself. "Besides, I was just a trick; he said it himself."

"I think I like you better when you're obnoxious and not so dreadfully pathetic. Now listen to me, are you listening?"

"Yes," Cody sighed. It was obvious that Brian was bound and determined to offer his opinion.

***

"Ready to continue our game?" Brian questioned as Bonbois returned to their pool table a few moments later.

"Oui," Bonbois said as he picked up his cue and began leaning over the table to line up his next shot. However before he could complete the shot, his eyes suddenly rested on a shirtless brunet with spiky hair leaning against the bar.

"Isn't that your trick from a few weeks ago?" Brian inquired smugly.

"Was he?" Jean Philippe chose to play dumb.

"It's a shame you don't remember. I was going to ask how he was since I'm considering fucking him myself," Brian revealed casually, causing Bonbois to miss contact with the ball.

"What did you say?" the hockey player demanded incredulously.

"I said that I might fuck him myself. Now that Justin's gone, I could use a nice piece of twink ass," Brian remarked. "In fact, I think I might forgo the remainder of our game and...."

"No," Bonbois objected, as he attempted to disguise the displeasure from his voice. "I insist that we finish our game. I make it a point to always finish what I start."

"In that case...," Brian shrugged, secretly relishing the fact that he had his neighbor exactly where he wanted him.

The Following Morning
8:00 a.m.
The Loft

As he stood in the elevator, Brian wasn't at all surprised to be joined by Bonbois and Cody. Bonbois was carrying a duffel bag, clearly on his way to the airport, while Cody was dressed in the same ensemble from the night before. Glancing at his normally unflappable neighbor looking embarrassed as hell as he stood beside a glowing twink, Brian couldn't help but break out into a satisfied smirk. It was obvious that his scheme had worked in exactly the manner he had anticipated. Now he only needed to ensure that it continued paying its dividends in the future.

Two Hours Later
Kinnetik

"Justin!" August exclaimed happily. "I'm so glad you're back, sweetie"

"Thanks," Justin smiled, as Cynthia hurried over to join them.

"I see Kinnetik's better half has finally returned," she grinned. "It's good to see you looking so much better."

"He's still a little too thin," August mused.

"It's all that bad hospital food," Justin joked.

"Well, I'm sure we'll fatten you up in no time," Cynthia assured. "August and I have sorted your desk, so you'll find everything in neat piles."

"Thanks. Is uh, Brian here today?" Justin inquired as he noticed the closed door to his ex's office.

"No, I'm afraid he's at Liberty Air today," Cynthia indicated.

"Oh." Justin couldn't help but wonder if Brian was intentionally avoiding him. It wouldn't be a surprise, especially under the circumstances in which they had parted. He only hoped that Brian's absence wasn't an indication of what he should come to expect of their working relationship in the future.

12:30 p.m.
Papagano's

"Sorry," Scott Matthews apologized as he returned to the table that he and Brian occupied. "That was my wife on the phone."

"Not a problem," Brian offered smoothly. He was well aware that Mrs. Matthews could be a bit of a handful.

"We're trying to find a new home for our cat, Romeo. Our daughter has been having some allergy problems and her doctor recently discovered that she's allergic to cats."

"That's unfortunate."

"Tell me about it. My wife is frantically trying to find a good home for Romeo. You, uh, wouldn't happen to know anyone who might be interested in a one year old Siamese would you?" Scott questioned on a whim.

"Actually, my son recently expressed interest in wanting a cat."

"Y-you have a son?" Matthews wasn't certain he'd heard Brian correctly. The man had never mentioned having a child before.

"Yes, I do," Brian smirked. He knew full well why his client was taken aback. "His name is Gus and he's going to be four in a few days."

"No kidding. That's unreal. I never in a million years pictured you as a father," Scott admitted.

"Neither did I," Brian laughed. "To make a long story short, a friend of mine wanted to have a child and asked if I would be the father. At the time I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but now it's not so bad. Gus is a good kid. He's smart as hell for his age and between his mother and Justin's artistic influences I wouldn't be surprised if he winds up being an artist."

"That's great. I bet he would love Romeo. He's an amazingly friendly cat."

"Why don't I look into whether or not taking Romeo would feasible and get back to you about it?" Brian offered. While he and Justin were no longer together, there was still a part him that felt he should first check with Jennifer to see if Justin was allergic to cats before making a decision.

Tuesday
2:00 p.m.
Kinnetik

The following afternoon, Brian, Justin, and Ted were seated together in Brian's office reviewing Kinnetik's recent financial reports. Earlier that morning, Brian had approached Justin for the first time since he'd moved out of the loft. Keeping the subject related to business, the two had managed to remain cordial to one another, but even their attempts at civility hadn't been enough to deter the tension that currently radiated between.

"As you can see, I think we have every reason to be pleased with next month's results," Ted concluded his quarterly projections as he glanced back and forth between the two business partners. As polite as Brian and Justin were to one another, it was obvious that being near each other was placing a tremendous burden on both of them.

"Thank you, Theodore," Brian stood up from his chair and walked toward his drink cart. "Is that all for now?"

"Yes, unless either of you have any questions."

"Justin?" Brian turned stiffly towards his business partner.

"No, I uh, think we're all set Ted," Justin murmured.

"I guess that wraps things up. I'll be in my office if you need anything," Ted indicated. He could see that it was best he took his leave before things became even more uncomfortable.

***

"You should go home," Brian raked his eyes over Justin's tired appearance as he poured himself a glass of Perrier.

"Why?"

"You look like shit," Brian offered with brutal honesty. He could easily see that Justin was tired.

"Gee, thanks," Justin rolled his eyes.

"You should go and rest," Brian advised. "Now if you'll excuse me," he turned toward his desk, "I have a few calls I need to make."

"Right," the blond nodded, knowing full well that he was being dismissed. It was hard to imagine that only a few weeks ago they had been together when Brian was now acting as if they were complete strangers. Turning to leave the office, Justin realized that this was the type of behavior he could come expect in the future. For he knew that there would be no looking back for Brian, only forward....

Midnight
Babylon

Standing on the catwalk, watching the crowded dance floor, Brian thought back to his day at the office. While he'd been fully aware that seeing Justin would be difficult, nothing could have prepared him for the ordeal it had been. It had taken every ounce of his will power to keep his mask firmly in place.

Even his attempts at focusing on business hadn't been enough to stop him from worrying over Justin's appearance. While Brian knew the artist was still recovering from both the surgery and the infection, he'd been concerned by his lack of weight gain and tired appearance, which was why he had suggested that Justin leave work early.

Turning his thoughts away from Justin, Brian was surprised to find himself focusing on Michael and Ben, who were dancing happily together. In a way, he was forced to admit that he missed his best friend's company. Since Returning from L.A., they had spoken infrequently, and he sensed that there was little he could do to resolve the current rift in their friendship. Brian was certain that Michael would have difficulty forgiving his hurtful behavior.

***

"Do you think we should approach him?" Emmett turned to Ted as they observed Brian from the bar.

"I don't know, Em. He's been standing there for quite some time."

"I wonder if he's all right?"

"Hard to say," Ted mused. "He doesn't look like he's on anything. However, one would think he would have ventured into the backroom by now."

"Or at least have had some form of action," Emmett commented. "Although, it looks like we may be worrying for no reason," he amended as they watched a spiky haired brunet head towards Brian.

"Isn't that Cody from the diner?" Ted asked curiously.

"Is it?"

"It has to be. I guess Brian's now into twink replacement therapy," Ted shrugged, not knowing what else to make of the situation.

***

"Uh, hey," Cody approached Brian cautiously.

"If it isn't the little waiter," Brian greeted the twink, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I uh..., wanted to uh..., thank you for the other night."

"Save your thanks for your Frenchman," Brian advised.

"I thought I told you he was Quebecois."

"Do you honestly think I give a fuck?" Brian laughed.

"No, but for whatever reason you helped me, and I would like to return the favor."

"And how might you do that?"

"I thought I could offer a few tips," Cody suggested.

"Tips on what?" Brian raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"You know, tips on how to get a certain blond back."

"I see the infamous Liberty grapevine is still hard at work," Brian surmised.

"So, are you uh, interested?"

"Interested in what?"

"The tips," Cody elaborated.

"Why don't you do us both a favor and keep your tips," Brian recommended. "I can assure you that all the tips in the world won't make a difference."

"But..."

"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about," Brian declared as he decided it was time he left Babylon, he'd had more than his fill for one evening. Besides, he had an important date with Gus the following afternoon that required his beauty sleep.

Wednesday
3:30 p.m.
Kinnetik

"Ready to see Daddy's office, Sonny Boy?" Brian asked as he took his son's hand and led him into Kinnetik after spending the day together at the Pittsburgh Zoo and PPG Aquarium.

"Yes, Tiger and I can't wait!" Gus happily clutched the stuffed Siberian tiger Brian had purchased for him at the gift shop.

"Good. I promise we won't have to stay long," Brian affectionately ruffled his son's hair, oblivious to the shocked stares of the various staff members they passed on the way to his office.

***

"Brian?" Cynthia stared at her boss, as she took in his attire. He was wearing jeans, a partially unbuttoned light green shirt with rolled sleeves, and black Puma sneakers. "I thought you were taking today off?"

"I am," Brian smirked while removing his Gucci rimless sunglasses. "I asked Gus if we could stop by the office for a few minutes on our way back from the zoo."

"The zoo?" Cynthia's mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"Last time I checked that is where one goes to see animals," Brian shrugged casually. "Isn't that right, Sonny Boy."

"Uh-huh," Gus nodded with a large smile. "Daddy and I spent all day there. We saw tigers, and giraffes, and elephants, and fish and..."

"I think Cynthia gets the picture," Brian chuckled as he looked to see Ann Westhampton, Kinnetik's most renowned office gossip approaching them.

"Who's this cute little guy?" Ann inquired curiously.

"This is my son, Gus," Brian introduced.

"Y-your son?" Taken aback, Ann stared at her employer.

"That's right," Brian confirmed, knowing this latest tidbit would send her into a tailspin. "Can you say hello to Mrs. Westhampton, Sonny Boy?" he turned to his son.

"Hi, Mrs. Westhampton," Gus smiled brightly. "Do you like tigers?" he asked holding up his stuffed animal. "Daddy took me to see them at the zoo today. He said they were from Si... where were they from again, Daddy?"

"Siberia," Brian offered. "Now if you'll excuse us," he said to the woman as he reached for his son's hand, "I have an important call I need to make."

***

"Do you think you can sit and play quietly with your tiger for a few minutes?" Brian inquired as he helped Gus onto the black leather sofa in his office.

"Okay, Daddy," Gus agreed. "Can I ask you a question first?"

"Sure."

"Do you like cats?"

"I'm not sure, Sonny Boy. I've never had one."

"But you liked the tigers we saw at the zoo and you told me they were cats," Gus reasoned.

"True, but that's not the same as actually having one as a pet."

"I wish they didn't make Mama sneeze."

"I know, Sonny Boy," Brian empathized with his son. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt for him to call Scott Matthews. Owning a cat couldn't be that difficult, could it? Even if it were, at least having one around wouldn't make the loft as bleak and miserable as it currently was without Justin.

***

After hearing from August that the office grapevine was buzzing with news that Brian had brought Gus into the office with him, Justin decided to investigate.

"Uh, hi Cynthia," Justin smiled sheepishly at Brian's assistant. "He wouldn't happen to be in there would he?" the blond motioned his head in the direction of Brian's office.

"He most certainly is. In fact, he brought a special visitor with him," Cynthia revealed.

"So the stories are true?"

"Pretty hard to believe, huh?"

"You can say that again," Justin nodded before softly knocking on Brian's door and entering his ex's office.

***

"Jus!" Gus exclaimed, excited to see Justin enter the office.

"Shhh," Justin whispered. "Your Daddy's on the phone."

"I know."

"So, I uh, heard you went to the zoo?" Justin remarked in a quiet voice as he came to sit beside the boy.

"Yep. Daddy said that you wanted to go, but that you couldn't because you were busy."

"I see," Justin turned to give Brian, who was preoccupied with his phone conversation, a puzzled glance. This was the first he had heard about Brian's plans to take Gus to zoo, which made it all the more obvious that Brian had never intended to include him in the first place.

"See the tiger Daddy bought me?" Gus said, handing Justin his stuffed animal.

"He's cute, Gus. Did you and Daddy have fun at the zoo today."

"Uh-huh," the boy nodded happily. "He showed me lots of animals and I even got to pet a kangaroo."

"Really," Justin raised a surprised eyebrow. While he didn't think Brian wasn't capable of taking Gus to the zoo, he had difficulty believing that his ex would willingly subject himself to such an activity. "Gus?"

"Yes, Jus?"

"Did you uh, ask your Daddy to take you to the zoo?"

"No, it was Daddy's idea and guess what, Jus?"

"What?"

"He's taking me swimming next week."

"Oh," Justin attempted to mask a look of surprise. It difficult to believe that the man Gus was describing was the same man who had virtually abandoned his son for three months before. He only hoped for Gus' sake that Brian was serious this time about his intention to be a better father....

5:30 p.m.
Lindsay & Melanie's

After finishing at the office, Brian decided it was time to return Gus to Lindsay and Melanie's.

Surprisingly, he thought that the day had gone better than anticipated. While he was by no means a fan of yuppie parents, screaming kids, and foul smelling animals, Brian had to admit that having the opportunity to spend the day with his son was worth the minor aggravation. In fact, when accompanied by Gus, the zoo actually hadn't seemed that bad.

"How was your day, Lambskin?" Lindsay greeted as she opened the door for Brian and Gus.

"Way cool!" Gus exclaimed. "Can Daddy come inside with us

"Uh, sure," Lindsay smiled awkwardly. While she and Mel had been reluctant at best regarding Brian's proposed trip to the zoo, it was obvious that her son had enjoyed himself. "Can I get you a glass of lemonade?" she offered as they followed her into the kitchen.

"No thanks," Brian declined, knowing full well that Lindsay didn't intend for him to stay long.

***

"It sounds like you two had quite the day," Lindsay observed after Gus had finished regaling her and Melanie with tales about their adventure at the zoo.

"It was the best!" Gus declared enthusiastically.

"I'm glad," Lindsay smiled. "Now why don't you go and wash up. Dinner's almost ready."

"Mommie?"

"Yes, Lamskin?"

"Can Daddy stay for dinner?"

"Um," Lindsay turned to give her wife an uneasy glance.

"Why not," Melanie sighed, not having the heart to disappoint her son. Besides, maybe sharing a meal with the asshole would give her and Lindsay a better opportunity to gage whether or not his intentions were genuine this time around.

"Maybe some other time, Sonny Boy," Brian refused. He had no intention of staying where he wasn't welcome.

"But, Mel and I insist, Bri," Lindsay protested in embarrassment. She knew Brian was declining for her sake, and suddenly felt guilty for her less than welcoming behavior.

"Alright, I'll stay," Brian acquiesced. He supposed having a meal with the munchers wouldn't kill him.

Thursday
6:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Nice place," Scott Matthews complimented as he surveyed the loft. "Are you certain you want to do this?" he asked as he glanced at Romeo, who was sitting in his cat carrier.

"It's now or never."

"You know, if it doesn't work you only have to call, and my wife and I will locate another home for him," Matthews promised.

"I doubt it will come to that. Besides, how hard can owning a cat be?"

"Sometimes it's a bit harder than you would expect. However, Romeo's a good cat, so I don't anticipate too many problems."

"Good," Brian nodded. "Now how about I meet my new furry friend?"

***

"I think the best thing for us to do right now is to leave the door to his carrier open until he feels comfortable enough to come out and explore," Scott advised after examining the loft to ensure there was nothing dangerous lying about. "In the meantime, I'll get his litter box, food, dishes, bed, and scratching post set up for you."

"Thanks," Brian said, as he watched the blue eyed, seal colored cat surreptitiously sneak its way out of its carrier.

"I also brought a list of instructions along with some tips for his care," Scott added.

"Good to hear," Brian nodded while Romeo darted under the sofa. He could already sense he was going to have his hands full with this cat.

4:00 a.m.
The Loft

"Fuck," Brian grumbled as he threw his pillow aside in frustration and exited his bed "I thought cats were supposed to sleep most of the time," he muttered irritably. When he'd settled Romeo in his bed for the evening, he never imagined that the cat would keep him awake by mewling for two hours straight.

"All right you little fur ball, what's the problem?" Brian gave Romeo a stern look as he eyed him crying pathetically on the bedroom steps.

"You can't possibly be hungry, not after the way you ate that disgusting cat food earlier," Brian cringed at the memory. "So, if you're not hungry, what could possibly be the problem?"

"Christ, don't tell me you're lonely," Brian sighed, realizing this was more than likely the reason for the cat's distress. "Yep," he confirmed grimly as Romeo let out another pitiful mewl, "that's got to be it. You probably miss your family. Well, I suppose if it makes you feel better, I can move your bed into the bedroom. However, don't think for a minute we're going to make a habit out of this," Brian warned as he went in search of Romeo's bed, hoping that he had found the solution to their problem.

Friday, August 27th
9:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

"Rough night?" Cynthia inquired as she observed her haggard boss enter the office later than usual the following morning.

"Don't even get me started," Brian grumbled. Having only managed a few hours of sleep after settling Romeo in the bedroom, he'd been subjected to listening to the cat's incessant babbling during his shower.

"I take it that you'll require an extra strong cup of coffee and an aspirin," Cynthia surmised.

"You know me too well, Cyn," Brian smirked as he turned to see Justin.

"Uh, hey," Justin greeted awkwardly, noticing Brian's appearance.

"Hey," Brian frowned, knowing exactly what the blond was thinking. However, for once his appearance had little to do with tricking.

"I wondered if you uh, might have time to discuss the Sherbourne account later today?" the artist asked as he attempted to avert Brian's gaze. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when it was glaringly apparent that his ex was up to his usual tricks.

"I'm sure I can set aside a few minutes," Brian shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few calls I need to make," he said before turning in the direction of his office, eager to absent himself from the awkwardness of the situation.

***

"What do you mean there's a delay in the new collection?" Brian tried to keep his temper in check as he listened to Italo Grazzini on the other end of the phone. After partaking in his coffee, Brian had decided to phone the jeweler for an update regarding the fall collection.

"Believe me when I say this comes as much of a shock to me as it does to you," Italo Grazzini apologized. "I could hardly believe it when Stefano informed me that he had scrapped the collection he had spent months agonizing over. He's begun afresh and is currently working at a feverish pace in Firenze. While he's being unusually secretive, he's assured me that this is going to be his most inspired collection to date."

"Then I had best ensure that we have an ad campaign that is equally as inspired," Brian commented, as he prayed the new collection didn't wind up being a disaster. The last thing he needed was some temperamental designer ruining everything he had worked so hard to accomplish on the account.

3:00 p.m.
Brian's Office

Returning to his office after a meeting with his Liberty Air team, Brian decided to call Lindsay, who had left a message earlier.

"Lindsay, it's Brian."

"Oh, hi Brian."

"You rang?"

"Uh, yes, I did. I uh, wanted to thank you for the photographs you e-mailed Melanie and me of Gus at the zoo."

"You sound surprised."

"Well, it is somewhat uncharacteristic behavior for you," Lindsay offered uncomfortably.

"Since when is taking photos of one's son a crime?"

"It's not. In fact, I uh, thought it was rather sweet." Lindsay assured. "Anyway, that uh, wasn't the only reason I called. I also wanted to see if you were planning on attending Gus' birthday party on Sunday."

"Of course I'm attending," Brian raked an annoyed hand through his hair. Even he wasn't heartless enough to miss his son's birthday. "However, I think it would be best for Gus to open my gift at the loft."

"At the loft?" Lindsay parroted in surprise.

"Look you'll understand when you see what it is. Until then I'm afraid his gift is going to have to remain under wraps."

"Brian, are you sure I even want to know what it is?"

"He'll like it, Linds. I promise it's nothing bad."

"It better not be," Lindsay warned, knowing full well that Brian's surprises were not always welcome.

7:00 p.m.
The Loft

As he entered the loft that evening, Brian set down his briefcase and immediately began searching for Romeo.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Brian called out in mock falsetto voice while his eyes scanned his living room for the cat.

"I see you've been in my closet," Brian observed dryly as he picked a Ferragamo shoe up off the floor. "Although, I thought it was only dogs who played with shoes," he shook his head. "Nevertheless, if you're going to snoop in my closet, the least you could do is stay away from my $345 calfskin boots. I'm sure there's a pair of Justin's old..."

"Fuck!" Brian suddenly shouted as his eyes fell on the shattered Kosta Boda aquamarine vase lying near his feet. "Alright you little fur ball, where the fuck are you?" he demanded while he frantically scanned the loft for the cat. As angered as he was, the last thing he wanted was for Romeo to be hurt from the glass.

***

"This just gets better and better," Brian grumbled moments later as he walked over to his chaise and saw Romeo resting on it. "Did I say you could spend your days lounging about on my chaise?" he demanded incredulously.

"I see it's time we had a little talk," Brian decided as he picked the cat up off the chaise and carried him to the sofa. "Now listen to me you little fur ball, if you have any intention of sticking around here, you're going to have to follow a few rules..." he began before proceeding to outline what he considered to be acceptable behavior to the cat.

Sunday, August 29th
1:00 p.m.
Lindsay and Melanie's

"Do you think he'll show?" Emmett asked Michael as the family sat together in Lindsay and Melanie's backyard for Gus' birthday.

"Lindsay said he'd be here," Michael replied, knowing full well that Emmett had been referring to Brian.

"Still, it is rather strange that none of us have seen him this weekend. I would have thought that after missing Babylon on Friday he would have made an appearance last night," Ted reasoned.

"Especially with Justin out of the picture," Emmett frowned.

"Speaking of Justin, it looks like he finally made it," Ben observed as they watched Justin enter the backyard carrying a brightly wrapped present.

***

"Uh, hey," Justin smiled awkwardly as he approached the others after having wished Gus a happy birthday and exchanging pleasantries with Melanie and Lindsay.

"It's about time you got your bubble butt here, Sunshine," Debbie chastised in a motherly tone before motioning him to take a seat in the empty chair beside her.

"How are you, Justin?" Ben inquired carefully, not wanting to offend his friend. They had seen little of the artist since he had stormed out of the family dinner a few weeks prior.

"Not bad," Justin lied. He wasn't about to tell them that it had taken everything in his power to attend the party. While there was no denying how much he loved Gus, the knowledge that it was the four-year anniversary of the first night he and Brian had met, was killing him on the inside.

"School must be starting soon." Noticing the family's obvious discomfort Michael attempted to keep the conversation moving along.

"Yeah, not for a few more weeks," the blond replied as suddenly everyone turned to see Brian saunter his way into the backyard.

***

"Daddy!" Gus exclaimed with excitement upon noticing his father.

"Hey, Sonny Boy," Brian grinned as he watched Gus eagerly run towards him.

"I see you finally decided to grace us with your presence," Lindsay smiled while Brian picked Gus up off the ground to give him a hug.

"You know I always believe in being fashionably late," Brian reminded as he awkwardly locked eyes with Justin from across the yard. The artist wasn't the only one who had remembered that it would have been their four-year anniversary.

"Better late than never," Melanie remarked. She had to admit she was impressed that Brian had actually kept his word and was putting in an appearance as promised.

Two Hours Later
Lindsay & Melanie's

"Is it me, or have I hallucinated the past two hours?" Emmett wondered as he watched Brian help Gus open his presents.

"Are you referring to watching the Great God Kinney willingly subjecting himself to a backyard full of screaming children? Because if you are, you're not the only one who is hallucinating," Ted chuckled.

"Maybe he's genuinely interested in being a better father," Justin suggested. Brian's attentiveness towards Gus had not gone unnoticed. If the artist didn't know any better he would almost think Brian was enjoying himself.

"We'll see how long that lasts," Debbie huffed. After everything Brian had done, she wasn't sure his intentions could be trusted.

"Perhaps Justin's right," Michael came to his best friend's defense. While he could understand why the others might be reluctant to believe the changes in Brian, Michael knew him well enough to know he would not to want to jeopardize his relationship with his son again.

***

After Gus had blown out his birthday candles, Justin decided he could use a breather from the family and escaped into the house. Standing in the living room, lost in thoughts of the past, he was oblivious to the sound of another pair of footsteps joining him.

"Need a break?" Justin suddenly jumped at the familiar sound of Brian's voice.

"I suppose you could say that," the blond admitted sheepishly as he turned to see his ex standing beside him.

"You're not the only one," Brian smirked. "A man can only take a group of screaming four year olds for so long."

"You seem to be holding up rather well."

"Just wait until I get back to the loft. Then you'll see me with an aspirin, cold compress, and a glass of scotch."

"True," Justin conceded, knowing his ex all too well.

"You know," Brian stared uncertainly into Justin's deep blue eyes, "It's almost hard to imagine that four years ago...."

"There you are, Brian," Michael interrupted. "Gus, uh," he suddenly picked up on the uneasy air that radiated between the two ex partners, "wanted to make sure you had a piece of cake," Michael finished awkwardly.

"Thanks, Mikey," Brian nodded. "You coming?" he turned his attention to Justin.

"No," the artist shook his head. "I uh, need to get going. I uh... promised Molly I would help her with an art project for school this afternoon," he lied, desperately wanting to escape the pain associated with being near Brian.

"Uh... right," Brian wasn't sure he bought Justin's excuse, but knew there was no point in arguing. It was clear the blond still didn't want to have much to do with him on a personal basis. "I'll tell Gus you had to leave," he said as he turned in the direction of the backyard.

"Later," Justin murmured uncomfortably, knowing that it was time he finally let go. It was his only hope of surviving.

6:00 p.m.
The Loft
"Do I get to open my gift now, Daddy?" Gus inquired as he followed Lindsay and Brian into the loft.

"Patience, Sonny Boy," Brian grinned as he ruffled his son's hair. "First we need to find it."

"Find it?" Lindsay glanced skeptically at Brian.

"You'll see," Brian assured as his eyes scanned the immediate area for Romeo, hoping the cat hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble while he was away. "Romeo!" he called. "Romeo, O Romeo..."

"Who's Romeo, Mommy?"

"I'm not sure, Lambskin," Lindsay replied in puzzled voice while Brian headed in the direction of his chaise.

***

"I thought I told you the chaise was off limits," annoyed Brian shook his head as he reached for the cat.

"Daddy is that a cat?" Gus questioned curiously, his eyes widening with excitement.

"Gus, this is Romeo," Brian introduced. "He needed a new home and I thought you might like him for your birthday," he explained, causing Lindsay's mouth to drop open in shock.

"You got me a cat?" Gus asked with a beaming smile.

"That's right, Sonny Boy. Unfortunately he's going to have to live with me because of your Mama's allergies, but you're welcome to see him at any time," Brian promised while Lindsay continued to stare at him as if he had sprouted two heads.

"Can I play with him now?"

"I don't see why not," Brian agreed. "However, we need to be careful with him at first," he explained as he sat on the living room sofa with Romeo on his lap. "If you come sit beside me I can show you how to pet him gently so that he'll make a special sound for you."

"Really?"

"Yep," Brian nodded as Gus eagerly climbed onto the sofa, anxious to meet his new pet.

***

"I can't believe you did this," Lindsay stared at Brian with an amazed expression on her face while Gus teased Romeo with a toy mouse several minutes later.

"What?"

"You know what."

"He wanted a cat," Brian shrugged.

"True, but the Brian Kinney I know would never associate himself with indignities of owning a pet."

"Perhaps I'm no longer that Brian Kinney."

"You're really serious this time aren't you?" Lindsay realized as she saw the sincerity in her friend's eyes.

"He means a lot to me, Linds," Brian murmured as he watched his son play with Romeo. "Besides, I could use the extra company."

"Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You're going to anyway," Brian sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me that you and Justin had broken up when I begged you to let him go?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"But..."

"Don't. It's not worth it."

"Then tell me, are you happy to have let him go?"

"What do you think," Brian laughed bitterly.

"M-maybe I was wrong," Lindsay hesitated.

"Wrong about what?"

"Letting him go. Maybe I misjudged...."

"No, you were right. He's better off without me," Brian said quietly, leaving Lindsay to wonder if there was any hope of a reconciliation. It was clear that the two lovers were miserable without each other.

8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Staring out the window, smoking a cigarette, Brian couldn't help but think back four years to the fateful moment when he had witnessed Justin standing under the streetlamp. It seemed like almost yesterday that his eyes had rested on the sight of an innocent blond whose angelic features had been further illuminated by the glow of the lamp. As much he had tried to deny it, he knew that even then he'd been aware that Justin was different. He realized that the moment he had willingly set out for Justin, he had subconsciously accepted the fact that his life would no longer be the same.

The changes Justin had brought to his life were beyond his wildest imagination, and along with those changes came memories; both good and bad. Yet as happy as Justin had made him, Brian could see now how he had refused the artist's love time and time again. Instead of letting Justin past his walls, he had continually him pushed away; for which he was now paying the price....

As he put out his cigarette, Brian's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

***

"What are you doing here?" Brian stared blankly at Michael who was holding a pizza box and a six-pack of Beck's. The last person he'd expected to find was his former best friend.

"I thought you might like some company," Michael explained, knowing full well the reason for his friend's confusion. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No," Brian shook his head as Michael followed him into the loft.

"Uh, Brian, am I imagining things or is that a cat on your living room rug?"

"You're not imagining things. On that note, I think it's time you met Romeo."

***

"Do you, uh, like having a cat?" Michael asked uncertainly as the two men sat on the living room floor, sharing the pizza and beer.

"When he's not breaking vases, sleeping on my chaise, babbling incessantly, or rummaging through my closet, he's not half bad," Brian offered, as he reached out to pet Romeo affectionately behind the ears. "However, I don't think discussing my cat was the real reason you dropped by tonight."

"You're right, it isn't."

"So, Mikey what are you doing here? I can't imagine you'd willing want to associate with an asshole like me."

"Maybe I've regained my superhero ability to see through the asshole," Michael revealed as Brian raised a surprised brow. "I've uh, been doing a lot of thinking recently," he continued uncomfortably, "and I've realized that maybe I wasn't as good a friend as I could have been these past few months."

"Mikey, don't. If anyone should be making amends it's me not you."

"You're damn right you should, however, it doesn't change the fact that I've been a shitty friend. I saw what was happening to you, Brian. I knew what was going on but refused to intervene. If I hadn't been so consumed with Ben and the marriage, I could have done more. Hell maybe I could have stopped you from..."

"No, you couldn't have, Mikey. No one could."

"But..."

"Listen Mikey," Brian reached out to touch his best friend's shoulder. "Are you listening?" he waited for his best friend to nod in response. "There's only one person to blame in this fucked up mess and that's me. I consciously chose to throw everything away that truly mattered, and now I'm forced to live with the consequences. So, save your apologies, Mikey, I'm the one who should be apologizing for being a crappy friend, not you. I should be the one apologizing for failing to see how important it is for you to have whatever type of commitment with your professor that makes you happy. While I still and probably never will believe in marriage, I realize now that it's what you and Ben believe in, which is why you have my blessing, and why I'm not going to stand in the way of your happiness in the future."

"Thank you," Michael whispered, as he reached out and pulled Brian into a hug, relieved that they were finally making peace with one another.

10:30 p.m.
Royce & Jennifer's

Staring outside his bedroom window, Justin felt as if he was suffocating inside. No matter how hard he tried, he was continually besieged with memories of Brian. The slightest things seemed to remind him of the times he had spent with him. The fact that it was four years to the day they first met only intensified his pain.

Laughing bitterly, Justin could still picture Brian vowing that very first time that no matter whom he fucked he would always be there. At the time, it had been difficult to grasp the truth of his words. Nevertheless, Brian's promise had come true as he was continually there without fail.

Unable to stand the oppressive memories a moment longer, Justin decided that he needed to get away. Anything was better than torturing himself with thoughts of Brian. Turning toward his closet, the blond saw that he should take the opportunity of the anniversary and use it to move on. Just as he had set out on a life-changing journey four years previous, it was time he took control of his life and set off on a new a journey; a journey without Brian.

1:30 a.m.
Babylon

As he swayed to the rhythmic beats of a dance mix of U2's "Vertigo", Justin was oblivious to the curious stares from those around him. All he focused on was the comforting feel of the ecstasy and alcohol running through his veins. It mattered little that it had been well over a month since his last visit to the club or that he was by himself. The only thing he craved was escape; escape from the haunting memories that consumed him.

***

At the conclusion of the song, Justin decided he could use a brief respite from dancing and made his way toward the bar. It wasn't long before his eyes fell on Bonbois.

"Bonjour," Justin gave his former neighbor a cheeky grin.

"Bonsoir," Bonbois corrected with a smirk.

"Buy you a drink?"

"I'm afraid I'm in need of a clear head tonight. I'm due back in Montreal early tomorrow morning."

"Oh, that's right. Aren't you playing in some hockey tournament?"

"Try the World Cup," Jean Philippe rolled his eyes at the artist's simplistic description of a major sporting event.

"Ah," Justin nodded as he reached for a vodka tonic from the bartender.

"Haven't you had enough for one night?" Bonbois inquired, it didn't take a genius to realize that the blond was intoxicated.

"Who said there's ever enough?"

"Well, if you're going to keep it up, you might as well come back to the loft," Jean Philippe decided, wanting to ensure Justin remained out of trouble.

"I thought you would never ask," Justin's eyes lit up with desire. Bonbois was exactly what he needed to free himself from Brian's grasp.

2:30 a.m.
Bonbois' Loft

"Care for some water?" Jean Philippe offered as he reached into his refrigerator for a bottle of Evian.

"Sure."

"This should help," Bonbois commented as he handed the blond the bottle.

"Thanks."

"How are you feeling?" Jean Philippe practically choked back his words as he watched Justin pour the bottle over his head and shake off the excess moisture that glistened on his skin.

"I've never felt better," Justin gave a seductive purr as he reached for the hem of this shirt.

"What are you doing?" Bonbois questioned as he watched the artist toss his shirt on the floor.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Justin smirked as he reached for the buckle on his pants.

"Tell me, Jean Philippe, am I coming and going, or coming and staying or going and..."

"Mon Dieu," Bonbois took a deep breath before he approached the tempting blond. "What do you want?" he demanded, taking Justin's face in between his hands.

"You know what I want," Justin breathed. "It's what you want too. You've always wanted it."

"You're right I did."

"Then why don't you shut up and fuck me."

"Non."

"Excuse me?"

"I know what you're doing and I'm not going to be a replacement for Kinney."

"Who said you're a replacement for him?" Justin challenged.

"So, what am I then?"

"A fuck. Isn't that what you want?"

"At one time, but things have changed," Bonbois revealed.

"Changed?"

"Now that you're no longer with Kinney, I no longer regard you as a challenge," While there was some truth to Jean Philippe's words, he knew that what he was about to do was for the blond's benefit. Besides, as much as he had once wanted the blond, he currently had his hands full with his own twink.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Justin stared at his former neighbor with incredulity.

"What it means is that you've lost your appeal. A man like me thrives on challenge and competition."

"Do you mean to tell me that the only reason you wanted me, the only reason you became my friend was because you saw me as some type of sick prize in a game against Brian?"

"In the beginning, yes," Jean Philippe grimly confirmed. "However, I did come to admire and respect you as a friend."

"Somehow I doubt that," Justin shook his head in disbelief. "You're no better than Brian, in fact you're worse. At least he never treated me as some sick pawn to feed his ego," Justin declared angrily before storming out, thoroughly and completely disgusted with the mess his life had become.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 22

2008-01-02T05:10:00Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 22

Thursday, August 5th
8:00 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

"Are you excited about going home tomorrow?" Royce inquired, as he watched Justin flip absently through the television channels. Earlier that afternoon, Dr. Morden had pronounced Justin fit to be released from the hospital the following morning.

"Yeah," Justin murmured. While he was eager to leave the hospital's oppressive atmosphere, he was no longer certain where his home was.

"I'm sure Brian will be thrilled to have you home," Jennifer remarked. "Speaking of Brian, was he here earlier?"

"No," Justin was not about to reveal that he hadn't seen his ex since the night of the ice cream kisses.

"Oh," Jennifer attempted to mask a look of worry.

"I'm sure he's probably tied up at the office," Royce offered by way of excuse.

"Maybe," Justin shrugged, not caring one way or the other.

"Honey, I don't mean to pry, but Royce and I can't help but notice a bit of tension between you two recently."

"I suppose that's one way of putting it," Justin confirmed with bitterness.

"I'm sure once you're home it will change," Jennifer assured.

"I'm not so sure about that."

"At least give yourself the chance to recover," Royce advised.

"Royce is right. Whatever it is, Brian loves you and you...

"It doesn't matter how Brian feels," Justin interrupted. "It won't change the past."

"Justin...," Jennifer hesitated as a look of motherly concern washed over her features.

"Jen, I think we need to allow Justin the opportunity to work through this on his own. However," Royce turned to his stepson, "If you need a break, you're always welcome to stay with us," he invited.

"Thanks."

"Any time," the attorney gave a warm smile. Unlike Craig, he had no issue with Justin residing under his roof.

***

No sooner had his mom and Royce departed, did Justin turn to see Brian enter his room.

"Nice of you to drop by," Justin greeted his ex sarcastically.

"I see you're in another chipper mood."

"Like you would know. It's not as if you've been here the past two days."

"I seem to recall being kindly instructed not to visit," Brian reminded dryly.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I thought that since you're being released from these appallingly dreadful accommodations," Brian examined his surroundings with disdain, "that it would be best for us to have a chat."

"A chat?" Justin stared back at Brian with skepticism.

"I believe that's what I said," Brian said, making himself comfortable in the chair next to Justin's bed.

"So, what would you like to discuss?"

"Your plans."

"My plans?"

"One would assume you're going somewhere tomorrow. The question is, where?"

"I...," Justin hesitated.

"I would like you to hear me out for a moment," Brian requested.

"Go ahead," came a reluctant sigh.

"While I know the last place you would like to return to is the loft, it's still your home, and that still should count for something. I also know that there are a number of family members, including your mother and Royce who would be more than happy to have you. Nevertheless, I think you should give some serious consideration to returning to the loft."

"I see."

"I think you and I both know that home is the best place for you, at least until you're fully recovered. As well intentioned as the others are, I think you would prefer the privacy and comfort of your own home," Brian argued.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"How do you feel about me returning to the loft?" Justin posed.

"For the record, I think it would be best if you came home. However, I realize that my opinion matters little. It's your call whether you want to come home or not, Sunshine."

"I need to think about it."

"Fair enough," Brian nodded as he stood up to leave. He knew this response was the best he could hope for under the circumstances. "I'll leave you to sleep on it."

Midnight
Justin's Hospital Room

Lying awake in bed, Justin thought back to his conversation with Brian. While he was reluctant to return home, he understood the reasoning behind Brian's argument. The loft after all, was still his home, and he was in no condition to find a new place in the next week or two. At the same time, he knew he could always recover at his mom and Royce's, Deb's, or even Melanie and Lindsay's. Yet as comforting as those options were, Justin was reluctant to make a decision.

It seemed that between the breakup and the surgery, Justin no longer had a firm grip on his feelings. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to escape the deep hurt that consumed him. He knew that the moment he openly admitted the breakup to the family, things would only get worse. He could already see the others smothering him with concern, trying unsuccessfully to cheer his melancholy, and suffocating him with pity.

Nevertheless, the loft wasn't all that much better of an alternative. There he would be trapped with a man who had hurt him beyond belief; a man he could no longer rely on, and certainly couldn't trust. However, at least there he might have some small semblance of the privacy he needed to gather his emotions and move on, away from the prying eyes and ears of the family.

While neither option held much appeal, Justin saw that he was quickly running out of time to make a decision...

Friday
Noon
Justin's Hospital Room

"What would you like to do with your flowers?" Jennifer inquired while Justin sat in a chair watching his mother and Royce gather his things.

"I'll keep the bamboo plant from Ted and Emmett. Perhaps we could give the nurses the other arrangements," Justin suggested.

"That's a nice idea," Jennifer smiled, as Brian entered the room.

"Brian," Royce greeted with a smile. "You're just in time."

"I see that," Brian nodded, as his eyes fell on Justin who was dressed in a pair of loose fitting cargo shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops.

"The nurse should be here any moment with his discharge papers," Jen indicated while she continued to fill a shopping bag with the remainder of Justin's belongings.

"Good," Brian said as Justin chose to remain silent.

***

"Dr. Morden wants you to take it easy for at least another week," the nurse instructed while she went over Justin's discharge papers with him. "That means no strenuous physical activity. Instead he would like you to get plenty of rest and to continue doing light exercise. He would also like to see you back in his office in a week. Do you have any questions?"

"No," Justin murmured as he signed the papers.

"Good. I'll go ahead and call a wheelchair for you," she said.

"Thanks," Jennifer smiled at the nurse, before turning to her son. "Honey, would you like for Royce to bring the car up front for us?" she asked.

"Uh," Justin looked to Brian uneasily. "I don't think that's necessary."

"And why is that, Sunshine?" Brian questioned, hoping this meant that the blond had finally reached a decision.

"B-because.... I want to go home," Justin paused. "Home to the loft."

"In that case," Brian masked an open sigh of relief as Jennifer and Royce exchanged equally relieved glances, "I suppose I had best get my car instead."

"Excellent idea," Royce patted Brian on the back. "Jen and I will help Justin with his things and meet you out front."

"Sounds good," Brian absently reached out and ran his fingers affectionately through Justin's hair. "See you in a bit. Later, Sunshine," he said, before exiting the room.

"Later," Justin sighed back as he prayed he hadn't made a huge mistake.

2:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Here," Brian said as he helped Justin into the loft. "Why don't you relax on the sofa for a few minutes while I help Royce and Jennifer with your things.

"Alright," Justin sighed, as he carefully took a seat. While his abdomen was hurting less each day, it still pained him to sit.

"I'll be back shortly," Brian promised.

"Okay," Justin shrugged, his eyes staring bleakly at his surroundings. Although there was some relief associated with being home, Justin resigned himself to the fact that the loft wouldn't be his home for much longer.

***

"Are you going to be all right if Royce and I leave, honey?" Jennifer asked after they had finished bringing Justin's things inside.

"I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? You look a little pale," Jennifer fretted.

"Of course he's pale," Brian rolled his eyes. "He's been in the hospital for a week."

"Brian's right," Royce agreed. "I'm sure after a few days at home he'll look good as new."

"You're right. I just can't help but worry."

"Isn't that what most mothers do?" Brian chuckled.

"Yes," Jennifer conceded. "You'll call if you need anything, won't you?"

"Yes, Mom," Justin groaned, anxious for her to leave. After the trip home, all he really felt like doing was going to sleep.

"I'll make sure Sunshine is well taken care of," Brian promised.

"We know you will," Royce nodded.

"I suppose we had better leave then," Jennifer decided, but not before sending another worried glance in her son's direction. "Royce and I will stop by tomorrow."

"We'll plan on seeing you then, won't we Sunshine?" Brian asked as he led them to the door.

"Uh, yeah," Justin agreed, openly relieved to see them leave.

***

"You look tired," Brian remarked as he came to stand in front of Justin. "Why don't you go into the bedroom and take a nap for a few hours?" he suggested, knowing full well that Justin hadn't slept much in the past few days.

"Uh..." Justin turned to stare uneasily at the bedroom.

"Look, if you're worried about me joining you, I can assure you that's the last thing on my mind. In all honesty I think it would be better if I slept on the sofa for the time being."

"The s-sofa?" Justin stared at Brian in shock. He couldn't believe that Brian Kinney would willingly forgo his sacred bed for his cramped Moda sofa.

"I might be an asshole, but even I know that you'll be a hell of a lot more comfortable on the bed as opposed to the sofa," Brian stated.

"Fine," Justin sighed in defeat.

***

"Uh, Bri?" Justin turned to stare at his ex in confusion as they both stood beside the bed.

"Yeah?"

"What happened to the bed?" Justin shifted his gaze back to the grey oak, king-sized platform bed that now dominated their bedroom.

"The bed?"

"I don't recall the same bed being here when I left," Justin elaborated stiffly. He could see that Brian was intentionally playing dumb.

"You're right it's not," Brian agreed. "I uh, noticed the other day that old one was looking a bit dated," he offered in a casual tone. There was no way in hell he was going to admit that the sight of the old bed was enough to make him ill.

"Oh," Justin wasn't all that sure he believed his ex, but wasn't about to argue, not when he was relieved by its purchase. He had been dreading the idea of sleeping in the old bed.

"Obviously, there's also, a uh, new mattress," Brian added with slight discomfort.

"I see."

"It's a uh, Sonno Versa Comfort mattress."

"Really?" Justin's eyes suddenly peaked in surprise. A year previously, after being fed up with the uncomfortable firmness of the old mattress, he'd had the audacity to suggest they purchase a new mattress. Brian had of course refused. As means of a compromise, Justin had suggested the Sonno mattress, which allowed for couples to exercise their individual preferences on their respective sides of the bed. Brian had thought the concept ridiculous at the time and had refused to bend.

"It went with the bed," Brian gave an offhanded shrug, not about to reveal that he had purchased the mattress with Justin in mind.

"Uh, right."

"I guess I'll leave you to get some sleep. I'll be in the living room if you need anything," Brian offered, anxious to escape from the awkwardness of the situation.

"Thanks," Justin murmured uncomfortably as he eyed his ex's retreating form with puzzlement. This was certainly not the homecoming he had anticipated....

Saturday, August 7th
11:30 a.m.
The Loft

"Finally awake, I see," Brian observed from where he stood in the kitchen to see Justin groggily make his way out of the bedroom.

"Yeah," the artist attempted to suppress a yawn. While it was mid-morning, Justin had only managed a few hours of sleep after a restless night in bed.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," Justin murmured as he went into the refrigerator for a bottle of grapefruit juice.

"I'm sure you'll sleep better tonight," Brian assured. Like Justin, he'd also spent a restless evening, sleeping on the cramped sofa. "Your mom and Royce called earlier. They said they would stop by with lunch in a little bit. Perhaps it might be a wise idea to hit the shower before they arrive."

"I might as well," Justin shrugged before setting his glass of juice in the sink and turning toward the bedroom.

***

Frowning, Brian watched as Justin gingerly climbed the steps to the bedroom. While he'd been fully aware that having him home would not be easy, Brian had been little prepared for the reality of the situation. He only had to look to the previous afternoon to witness the harsh truths associated with the blond's homecoming.

After Justin had awoken from his nap, Brian had fixed them some of the food that Debbie had brought over while Justin had been asleep. As much as he had hoped that being home would help Justin relax, they had wound up eating at the dining room table in silence. Finally, after picking at his food for a good fifteen minutes, Justin had broken the silence by asking whether or not Brian would be going out for the evening. When he had responded "no," Justin had merely nodded, not seeming to care one way or the other. The remainder of the evening had been spent with them both sitting tensely in front of the television until Justin had decided to call it a night.

Brian hoped for both of their sakes that things improved because he knew it was only a matter of time before neither would be able to tolerate their present living arrangements.

An Hour Later

"Is your sandwich not to your liking, honey?" Jennifer questioned with motherly concern as she watched Justin pick at his grilled Portobello mushroom sandwich.

"No, it's fine," Justin murmured absently.

"What about you, Brian? Do you like your salad?"

"Yeah," Brian nodded as he pushed the lettuce around with his fork. It was difficult to have an appetite with the four of them sitting tensely at the dining room table together.

"This is a tremendous place you have, Brian," Royce complimented the loft in attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"I told you it was something out of architectural digest," Jennifer smiled.

"Thank my decorator," Brian brushed the compliment aside. "Speaking of places, are you all moved into Royce's now?"

"Just about," Jennifer smiled. "Molly finally settled on the bedroom she wanted. We were beginning to wonder if she would ever make a decision.

"Sounds like a typical teenager," Brian rolled his eyes.

"Tell me about it," Royce smirked.

***

"How's Kinnetik these days?" Royce questioned several minutes later in an attempt to keep the conversation flowing.

"Not bad," Brian responded.

"Shouldn't your Grazzini campaign be starting soon?" Jennifer asked.

"I have a conference call set up with Italo this week to discuss the new collection."

"You do?" Justin turned to his ex in surprise, as Jennifer and Royce exchanged worried glances.

"Yeah," Brian nodded, not all that eager to discuss business when his mind was preoccupied with other matters.

"I'm sure the new collection will be beautiful," Jennifer gave a dreamy sigh.

"I'm sure it will," Brian agreed, expecting nothing but perfection from the world-renowned jeweler. He only wished he could say the same for his relationship with Justin.

Sunday
2:00 p.m.
The Loft

After spending the morning at the gym, and stopping at the local grocer, Brian was surprised to return home to find Lindsay and Melanie seated in the living room with Gus and Justin sprawled on the floor.

"Daddy!" Gus exclaimed as he stood up and ran into the kitchen where Brian was setting down his grocery bags.

"Hi Sonny Boy," Brian smiled warmly at his son.

"Come see the picture Jus and I are drawing," Gus tugged on Brian's arm excitedly.

"Alright, Sonny Boy. Just give Daddy a second to put his gym bag in the bedroom and to change."

***

"I didn't realize you were stopping by this afternoon," Brian drawled as he treaded barefoot into the living room dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and Armani jeans.

"We thought Justin might like to spend some time with Gus," Lindsay offered in a cool voice.

"Right." Brian knew damn well that the munchers hadn't brought Gus over for his benefit.

"Come see our picture, Daddy," Gus requested, turning Brian's thoughts away from Melanie and Lindsay.

"What are you drawing, Sonny Boy?" Brian asked as he stretched his frame out on the floor beside his son.

"A cat," Gus boasted proudly at the picture on the coffee table.

"I see," Brian tried to contain a grin. If it hadn't been for Justin drawing the outline of the animal, he wouldn't have had a clue as to what the picture was supposed to represent.

"Jus helped me draw it."

"That was nice of him," Brian remarked.

"Gus wants one, but Melanie is allergic, so I offered to help him draw one," Justin offered by way of explanation.

"Huh, I didn't realize you were allergic," Brian turned his attention to Melanie.

"Terribly," Melanie confirmed.

"We offered to get him a fish, but he's insisting on a cat," Lindsay added. "I think it's because his friend Jack has one."

"So, you like Jack's cat, Sonny Boy?"

"Uh-huh," Gus confirmed happily. "He's fun to play with."

"Well, soon you'll have a brother or sister to play with," Lindsay pointed out in an attempt to alleviate some of her son's disappointment.

"I don't want a brother or sister. I want a cat," Gus said stubbornly.

"Spoken like a true Kinney," Melanie murmured with disappointment.

"There's nothing wrong with him wanting a cat," Brian defended, not about to tolerate Melanie's insinuation that this was somehow his fault. "It's normal for a boy his age to want a pet."

"Brian's right," Justin conceded. "I think I wanted a dog when I was his age."

"Did you get one?" Gus asked.

"No, I got a sister a few years later instead," Justin laughed. "I know you want a cat, but your mama's right, in a few months you'll have a sister or brother and playing with her or him will be even more fun than playing with a cat."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Justin smiled as he ruffled Gus' hair while Brian looked on in quiet contemplation.

Two Hours Later

"Brian?" Justin turned from where he was sitting in front of the television to look at his ex who was seated in front of his computer.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could bring my laptop home tomorrow along with my work?"

"I thought the doctor said you were supposed to take it easy," Brian reminded.

"I am taking it easy. Besides, what's the harm in keeping busy here?"

"The harm is that you're supposed to be focusing on resting and regaining your strength."

"Who says I can't do that while working?"

"Look Justin, you've only been home from the hospital for three days, not to mention it's only been ten days since you had your abdomen ripped open, and a week since you began recovering from a life-threatening infection. If you ask me, work can wait. Your health is far more important."

"Right," Justin grumbled. "However, I suspect that if the tables were turned you would have been working days ago."

"I'm not so sure about that, Sunshine. Even I know my limits."

"Well, I don't give a fuck what you think."

"I know you don't," Brian had no intention of backing down.

"Just do what I ask."

"No."

"Fuck you," Justin muttered as he stood up from the couch and stormed into the bedroom slamming the panel doors behind him.

"I see we're at another stalemate again, Sunshine," Brian murmured regretfully. It was clear that having Justin home was not making an improvement in their relationship.

Monday, August 9th
10:00 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"Well if it isn't the two Musketeers," Brian looked up from his e-mail to see Nathan and Brendan standing in his doorway.

"Have a minute?" Brendan asked.

"Sure."

"We came by to ask how Justin's doing," Nathan indicated as both he and Brendan made themselves comfortable on Brian's sofa.

"He's doing better. He's still tired, but he's crankier, so I suppose that's a good sign."

"Yeah, I'm sure it probably is," Brendan laughed.

"You boys should drop by and see him this afternoon," Brian suggested.

"Are you serious?" Brendan looked at Brian in surprise.

"Why wouldn't I be? Just do me a favor and refuse any requests he may have regarding the office. His doctor wants him to take it easy and he's pissed that I won't bring his laptop or any of his work to him."

"Do you honestly think we would risk your wrath?" Nathan joked. "It's probably best he get his rest anyway, especially if you two are going to do the Grazzini campaign together."

"Yeah," Brian nodded, confident that he could trust Justin's two friends.

***

An hour and a half later, Brian was sitting at his desk reviewing a few files when Cynthia buzzed him over his intercom.

"Brian?"

"Yes, Cyn?"

"Royce Martin is here to see you. Should I send him in?"

"Uh, yeah," Brian had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by the attorney's visit. He only hoped something wasn't wrong.

***

"Royce," Brian acknowledged as he watched Justin's stepfather enter his office.

"Brian," Royce smiled. "I know you're surprised to see me, but I was meeting a client in the area and thought you might like to have lunch."

"L-lunch?" Brian was unable to mask a look of surprise.

"Why not? I'm sure you could use a break."

"I suppose I could," Brian conceded, reaching for his suit coat. He supposed it wouldn't kill him to dine with the attorney for an hour or two. "Let me just tell Cynthia I'll be stepping out for a few."

"Excellent," Royce smiled, pleased that he was making progress with the younger man.

12:30 p.m.
Papagano's

"I saw the latest ads for Liberty Air the other day. They're good," Royce complimented.

"Thanks," Brian murmured. After his failures with Eyeconic, Brown, and Remsom it was a relief to know that at least one account was still going strong.

"Do you have any ideas for the upcoming Grazzini campaign?"

"No. Although, I'm sure something will come to me once I see the new collection."

"I'm sure all the recent stress you've been under hasn't helped matters."

"No. It hasn't." Brian confirmed.

"Things will get better," Royce assured.

"We'll see," Brian chose to remain noncommittal; Royce didn't know the half of his problems.

"They will, you just have to give it...." Suddenly both Brian and Royce's attention were drawn to the man striding toward their table.

***

"Brian Kinney, you're certainly one hell of a man to track down," Bill Remsom grinned, holding out his hand to Brian.

"Bill, it's good to see you," Brian offered smoothly as he secretly wondered what Remsom was doing in Pittsburgh and why he was there at Papagano's. "I didn't realize you were in town."

"As much as I would like to say it was to visit my children, I didn't pour millions into seeking FDA approval for Endovir only to watch its ad campaign go up in smoke. Needless to say, I wasn't at all averse to tracking down the one man who I count on to turn this drug into the success it was meant to be."

"I see," Brian had to admit he was astonished by this latest development. While he knew Remsom would be a fool to look elsewhere, he never imagined that he would travel to Pittsburgh. "Why don't you join us," he invited as he signaled the maitre d' to pull up another chair.

***

"Bill," Brian turned to the pharmaceuticals magnate, "I would like to introduce you to Royce Martin, my attorney and..."

"Father-in-law," Royce slid in easily as Brian's eyebrow shot up in surprise. While he had never thought to possess a set of in-laws, he supposed the term was somewhat appropriate under the circumstances. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Same here. I always believe in keeping business within the family" Remsom shook Royce's hand. "How's your business partner?" he turned his attention back to Brian. "I understand he's been quite ill."

"Yes," Brian confirmed. "However, he was released from the hospital this past Friday and is recovering comfortably at home."

"Good to hear. I must confess that your concern for him is one of the things that has impressed me the most. Not everyone would have rushed home to be there for him."

"I'm not everyone."

"No, you're definitely not," Remsom agreed, "which is why I insist on hiring you to do our advertising for not only Endovir, but for our other products as well," he announced as Brian attempted to mask a look of surprise.

7:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Nice place," Nathan complimented, as he stared in awe at his surroundings. Both he and Brendan had decided to take Brian's advice and visit Justin after work.

"Thanks," Justin murmured.

"Shit, is this Mies van der Rohe?" Nathan asked, pointing to the coffee table in the living room.

"Uh, yeah."

"Brian's influence?" Brendan joked, having been to the loft before.

"Yep," Justin confirmed grimly. "Why don't we have a seat in the living room? Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked, heading for Brian's drink cart.

"Do you have any scotch?" Nathan asked. "It's been a bitch of a day."

"Uh..." Justin went to reach for their bottle of scotch when he suddenly noticed it was missing along with Brian's bottle of Beam. "I'm afraid I'm uh, all out at the moment. I might have some beer in the fridge."

"That will work."

"I'll take one too," Brendan added.

***

"You're in luck, these are my last two bottles of Beck's," Justin grinned as he came back into the living room. "So, how are things at the office?" he asked, taking a seat on the Barcelona chair.

"The usual," Brendan smirked. "Nathan was having his usual struggle with Alison in the art department today," he said referring to an artist that Nathan was known to have issues with.

"You give her too hard of a time," Justin remarked.

"She annoys the shit out of me."

"Uh-huh," Brendan shook his head in amusement. He suspected that Nathan secretly had a crush on her and that was the reason behind his foul mood.

"It's true," Nathan objected as the phone began ringing in the background.

"Excuse me," Justin said as he reached for the cordless.

***

"Hello?" Justin breathed into the phone moments later.

"It's Brian."

"Oh, uh, hey," he looked uncomfortably at both Brendan and Nathan.

"I'm going to be late."

"I see."

"Something's come up," Brian offered by way of excuse.

"Right," Justin said with sarcasm. He knew without being told that the something was more like a someone.

"Look, I don't have time to argue," Brian sighed. It was obvious from Justin's tone that he didn't believe him. "If you need anything, I'll have my cell turned on."

"Whatever," Justin shrugged before hanging up the phone.

"Is everything all right?" Brendan asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Justin lied. He knew he had no right to be upset, but it still didn't stop the thought of Brian out tricking with another man from hurting....

Two Hours Later

After Brendan and Nathan had left, Justin made himself a bowl of soup before settling down in front of the television. He was about to turn on The Amazing Race when he heard a knock at the door.

"Hey," Justin's features broke out into a wide smile as he opened the door to see Bonbois.

"Bonsoir," Jean Philippe greeted. "I thought you might be up for some poutine," he said, handing a casserole dish to the blond.

"Definitely," Justin grinned. "Would you like to come inside? I was just about to sit down for the race."

***

"Where's Kinney?" Bonbois inquired from where he sat in front of the television with Justin.

"Something came up," Justin offered sarcastically.

"Ah," Jean Philippe nodded in comprehension. "You look better," he said in an attempt to change the subject.

"I'm still very tired, but it's nice to be out of the hospital."

"I'm sure it is," Bonbois agreed, as the door suddenly slid open and both he and Justin turned to see Brian entering the loft. Examining Brian's still impeccable suit, Jean Philippe couldn't help but wonder if something had legitimately come up for the ad executive.

"Hey," Brian greeted, as he shed his suit coat and tie, not at all surprised to find Bonbois in his home.

"Hey," Justin murmured coolly in response.

"Kinney," Bonbois acknowledged as he stood up from the sofa. "I'm afraid I can't stay," he said, turning to Justin.

"What? Is there a twink warming your sheets at home?" Brian casually drawled.

"What are you talking about?" Justin stared at Brian in confusion.

"Nothing," Jean Philippe growled as he sent a scathing look in Brian's direction.

"Au revoir," Brian smirked as he watched Bonbois stalk to the door.

***

"Did you have to be so fucking rude?" Justin accused once Jean Philippe had departed.

"Rude? I was hardly rude. The man said he couldn't stay. Speaking of rude, I think you should know why I was late."

"Maybe I'm not interested in knowing."

"Maybe it's important."

"Believe me, you getting your dick sucked is hardly important. Save your excuses for some other pathetic fool."

"Fine, maybe I will," Brian declared angrily before storming out of the loft, fed up with Justin's refusal to yield.

The Following Morning
7:00 a.m.
The Loft

Quietly exiting the bathroom with a towel draped around his hips, Brian glanced hesitantly at Justin's sleeping form. As much as he wished he could be lying in the bed next to him, cradling him in his arms, Brian knew this was no longer possible. Not when Justin mistrusted him as he did. The previous night had been a perfect example of the blond's mistrust, and it had forced Brian to storm out of the loft, knowing he had no one but himself to blame.

Now as he stared at the artist, Brian could only imagine what Justin must think. He was certain the blond would believe he had spent the previous night indulging his usual vices. After all, hadn't that been what he'd done for almost two months straight? The only problem was, his usual pain management had been the furthest thing from his mind when he'd fled the loft. Instead, he had spent the remainder of the evening walking and thinking about the mess he'd made of his life. By the time he'd returned home, Justin was sound asleep.

Reaching for a suit, Brian resigned himself to the fact that it was better to allow Justin to believe the worst than to waste his time making him believe something he was never going to believe.

11:00 a.m.
The Loft

Three hours later, Justin sat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter and flipped through an art magazine as he sipped a glass of juice. As he sat, staring aimlessly at one of the articles, he tried not to think back to the fact that he had stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, wondering when Brian would return. He didn't want to think of where Brian had gone or what he had been doing. Suddenly Justin's thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone began to ring.

***

"Hello?" Justin answered.

"Hi. It's Brendan."

"Oh, hey," Justin smiled at the familiar voice of his friend.

"I can't believe you didn't call last night to tell me the news," Brendan rushed out in an excited voice.

"What news?"

"You know what news," Brendan laughed. "It's fucking amazing. To think that Remsom flew all the way out to Pittsburgh just to...."

"What are you talking about?" Justin demanded in confusion.

"Remsom."

"What about Remsom?"

"Oh my God. You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"I just assumed that Brian would have told you, especially since he took Remsom to dinner at the Monongahela Club last night."

"Uh, Brendan, do you think you could back up and start at the beginning?" Justin requested as he began to wonder if he had made a huge misjudgment.

***

"Fuck," Justin sighed as he set his cell phone on the counter.

He couldn't believe he had allowed his anger and hurt to cloud his judgment. If he hadn't allowed himself to automatically assume the worst, he would have realized that Brian hadn't been out tricking and that he'd been out with a client instead. Even worse was the fact that when Brian had attempted to offer an explanation, he hadn't even bothered to give him a chance. It was no wonder he had stormed out in anger, especially since he'd probably been thrilled at the prospect of having landed Remsom.

While he still hadn't forgiven Brian for his past behavior, and still wasn't certain he could trust him again, Justin knew his ex deserved to be treated with consideration. They were still business partners, and Brian was allowing him to stay here. The least he could do was treat the man with some civility, and he could start by making an apology.

7:30 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home, after having a celebratory drink with Bill Remsom to celebrate Kinnetik's official signing with Remsom Pharmaceuticals, Brian was surprised to see the dining room table set for two.

"Hey," Brian looked over to see Justin greet him from the kitchen. "Why don't you go and change. Dinner should be ready in a few."

"Alright," Brian shrugged, not quite certain what to make of the blond's change in attitude.

***

"I ordered the grilled salmon you like from Leone's," Justin said nervously, referring to a gourmet eatery Brian often enjoyed.

"I see that," Brian murmured as he eased his length into a dining room chair.

"I had them include grilled asparagus instead of the normal mashed potatoes since I know you're watching your carbs."

"Thanks," Brian said gruffly as he reached for his glass of wine. He was a bit perplexed by Justin's sudden change in attitude and wondered if the blond had some type of hidden agenda.

"So, uh, how are things at the office?" Justin asked, hoping Brian would take this opportunity to tell him about Remsom.

"Good."

"Any new developments?"

"Not really," Brian responded as he focused on having another forkful of salmon.

"Uh, Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"The last time I checked, landing Remsom was a pretty big development."

"Ah," Brian nodded, now knowing the obvious reason for Justin's civility. "I see you know."

"You could say that. I uh... also wanted to uh... apologize for my behavior last night. I uh... should have given you the opportunity to explain and I'm sorry about that."

"Sorry's bullshit," Brian offered offhandedly.

"You're right. It is," Justin agreed. "However, it was wrong of me to judge you. Now that we're no longer together, it shouldn't matter what you do."

"I see," Brian nodded coldly. He never thought he'd see the day when he would actually want Justin to care about his tricking; only now it was too late. For as each day passed, it was becoming more and more apparent that Justin had no intention of forgiving him, and for that Brian was truly regretful....

Friday, August 13th
2:00 p.m.
Allegheny General Hospital

"That about does it for you," Dr. Morden remarked after removing the final staple from Justin's incision.

"Thank God," Justin sighed. "Does this mean I can go back to work now?"

"I think you should give it another week," Morden advised. "A septic infection takes quite a toll on the body, and we want to make sure you're fully recovered."

"I agree," Brian replied, glad the doctor had the sense to keep Justin home for another week. The last thing he wanted was for the artist to suffer a relapse.

"As long as you continue to make an excellent recovery, I don't see why you won't be able to start back to work next Monday."

***

"Feel like stopping by the office for a few?" Brian asked Justin as they exited Dr. Morden's office.

"Does this mean you're actually going to allow me to bring my work home?" the blond raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"If it will keep you out of trouble and force you to follow the doctor's advice."

"Like I would ignore his advice. Another week sitting around the loft and I'd be ready to go out of my mind."

"I know," Brian conceded, feeling a bit that way himself.

Half an Hour Later
Kinnetik

"It's about time you showed your face around here," Brendan joked as he entered Justin's office with Nathan in tow.

"Don't get too excited, boys. He's only here for a few things," Brian indicated.

"The good news is I'll be back in another week," Justin announced.

"What a relief," Nathan chuckled while Brian reached to help Justin with a stack of files.

"You can say that again," Brendan agreed. "Someone has to keep Brian in line," he winked.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Brian rolled his eyes. "All set, Sunshine?" he asked, taking Justin's laptop bag from the blond.

"Uh yeah," Justin blushed, as he realized that Brian had slipped in front of the others. "I'll call you two soon," he promised. "Have a good weekend."

"You too," Brendan offered as he watched the pair leave.

***

"Uh, Brendan?"

"Yeah?"

"Kinney didn't call Justin what I think he did?" Nathan questioned.

"Actually, I believe he did."

"You're serious?"

"Nathan, I think it's time I filled you in on a thing or two," Brendan decided, knowing he would need his friend's help with the plan he was concocting. There was no way he was going to stand by and allow Brian and Justin's personal differences to destroy everything they had worked so hard to accomplish at Kinnetik.

Sunday, August 15th
6:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Going somewhere?" Brian inquired as he came into the bedroom to find Justin pulling on a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

"Uh..." the blond hesitated uncomfortably.

"Well?"

"I'm uh..., going to uh... Deb's for dinner."

"I see," Brian watched as Justin fidgeted. "I take it my invitation was lost in the mail."

"Uh..."

"Don't explain," Brian smirked. "I have no desire to sit through a family dinner."

"Look, I'm sure that..."

"Jus it's fine. Go and stuff your face with Deb's pasta and Vic's pastries. I've got plenty to do here."

"Alright," Justin sighed. While he knew the others were angry with Brian, it still didn't stop him from feeling awkward regarding his ex's exclusion from dinner. Nevertheless, it was probably best that Brian stayed away.

An Hour Later
Deb & Vic's Kitchen

"So, the doctor said I could to go back work next Monday," Justin announced after having been asked by Debbie how his visit to Dr. Morden had gone.

"Are you sure you want to go back so soon?" Debbie asked, her motherly concern taking over.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Well it's just after everything that asshole's done..." Deb's voice began to trail off.

"If this is about Brian, I can handle it," Justin assured, hiding his own uncertainty surrounding the future of their working relationship.

"He does live with the man," Ted was quick to point out.

"How can you even stomach being around him after everything he's done?" Melanie questioned.

"Look, can we not talk about Brian?" Justin requested, frustrated with his friends' questions. The last thing he wanted was to discuss their relationship or lack thereof with the others.

"How can we not talk about him?" Debbie objected. "After what that asshole did to you..."

"What did he do aside from act like his usual self?" Justin argued.

"I think Ma's still a little upset over his behavior in L.A.," Michael attempted to justify his mother's anger.

"What about his behavior in L.A.?"

"Maybe the fact that while you were lying in the hospital fighting for your life, he was otherwise occupied with yet another one of his fuck binges," Melanie condemned.

"Mel," Lindsay protested her wife's harsh words.

"There's no sense in denying the truth," Debbie sighed. "We all know it took Michael over six hours to track him down. Six hours in which Sunshine could very well have..."

"Died?" Justin finished coldly. "You fucking don't think I know that or know what Brian was doing in L.A.?"

"Well," Michael hesitated uncomfortably.

"I might be a naïf fool where Brian Kinney is concerned, but I'm not some brainless twink. I know damn well what he was up to in L.A., and you know something? I don't give a shit."

"Y-you don't?" Shocked, Emmett stared back at the blond.

"No, I don't."

"But..." Lindsay protested in confusion.

"You can sit here and spit all the venom you want, but might I suggest getting your facts right in the future. For if had you bothered to get your stories straight, you would have learned that Brian and I ended our relationship almost a week before he left for L.A," Justin declared, as he stood up from his chair and threw his napkin on the table.

"You what?" Debbie demanded.

"You heard what I said. Now why don't you do us both a favor and give us the space we need to move on with our lives," he requested, before storming out of the kitchen, leaving the family to stare at one another in shock.

9:00 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home from a quick trip to the office, Brian was surprised to see that Justin was already back from Deb's.

"You're home?" Brian asked, as he entered the bedroom.

"Yeah," Justin confirmed grimly, while opening a dresser drawer and retrieving a pile of his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Brian questioned calmly. The duffel bag and stack of clothes lying on the bed had not gone unnoticed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I take it our warm and loving family succeeded in poisoning you with their venom?"

"They can try all they want, I'm frankly not interested," Justin stated.

"Then why the bag?"

"Maybe I finally realized that I simply can't take it anymore. Just the thought of spending another night here in your presence is..."

"I get the picture." Brian was by no means surprised with Justin's desire to leave. "Although it's typical for you to do something like this."

"Excuse me?" Taken aback, Justin stared at his ex.

"You heard me, I said it's typical for you to run away, to storm off in a fit, to give up when you don't get or hear what you want. Why don't you be a man and stand up for yourself for once," Brian challenged.

"I can't even believe we're having this conversation."

"Why? Because all of this is my fucking fault? I hate to break it to you Sunshine, but there are two people standing in this room right now."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one who threw everything away for his own selfish vices, I'm not the one..."

"No, you're not," Brian didn't let him finish. "But I'm not the one who refused time and time again to stand up for himself and communicate his fucking needs. I'm not the one who refused to call me on my shit and who decided it was simpler to give up on me instead."

"What the fuck else was I supposed to do?" Justin demanded as outrage filled his voice. He couldn't believe Brian was standing there and accusing him of being the one to give up on their relationship.

"All I know is that the gutsy seventeen year old I once knew would have called me on my shit and wouldn't have backed down."

"Fuck you, Brian."

"No, fuck you, Sunshine," Brian declared coldly as he turned and fled the loft, not wanting to be around when Justin finally left.

1:00 a.m.
Babylon

Standing at the bar, nursing a Beck's, Brian couldn't stop his eyes from focusing on Bonbois who was entertaining two tricks on the dance floor. He recognized that not long ago, he'd been Bonbois, basking in the glory of his kingdom, relishing his ability to have anyone he wanted. Only now his kingdom was empty, and the only person he wanted no longer wanted anything to do with him. He knew he deserved it, but it didn't stop him from regretting what might have been had he been willing to open himself up to the one person who truly mattered.

"Uh hey," Brian turned to see Ted and Emmett approach him uneasily.

"If it isn't Fred and Emile," he mocked.

"Buy you another drink?" Ted offered, pointing to Brian's bottle, which was almost empty.

"No."

"We, uh, heard about you and Justin," Emmett remarked as he attempted to avoid Brian's eyes.

"If you're expecting me to act like some pathetic heartbroken fool..."

"No, we're not," Ted amended.

"Then what do you want?"

"We thought you might want to talk."

"Ah," Brian nodded in comprehension. "So I take it this is where I'm supposed to tell you my tales of woe? Tales like my mother was a frigid bitch, my father an abusive drunk."

"Uh...," Emmett glanced nervously at Ted.

"Or how about their hateful marriage, which is probably the reason why I'm unwilling or unable to form a long-term relationship of my own."

"Brian, maybe we should go somewhere else," Ted uncomfortably suggested.

"Why, Theodore? I've only just begun. I'm sure you'd love to hear that drinking like a fish, using drugs, and redefining promiscuity hasn't helped much either. After all, it doesn't take a genius to see why I've lost the one person in my life who means the most."

"Look, Brian, maybe it's not too late," Emmett attempted.

"It was too late a long time ago," Brian corrected. "Now if you excuse me," he said, as he set his beer on the bar and turned to exit the club, knowing that all the pain management in the world wouldn't erase the reality of the situation. It was finally over between him and Justin....

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 21

2008-01-02T05:08:39Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 21

Sunday, August 1st Continued
9:00 p.m.
The Loft

Standing in front of the window, holding a shot of Beam, Brian reflected back to the scene in Justin's hospital room. While he hadn't anticipated a warm welcome, he'd never in a million years imagined that Justin would throw him out. That, combined with Lindsay's desperate plea for him to step aside and let Justin go, left Brian in doubt of his future.

Nevertheless, he recognized the truth in Lindsay's words and knew he owed Justin the space to move on. After all, hadn't he been the one to force the artist's hand only a week before? Hadn't he been the one to stand there and allow Justin to throw in the towel with little protest?

But now, he was finally admitting that he didn't want to let go of their relationship. Although there was a slim chance of them reconciling, he wasn't willing to openly admit defeat. Yet, Brian resigned himself to the fact that he had little hope of making amends.

Lifting his glass, Brian was about to taste the liquor's comforting burn, when his hand stopped midair. Suddenly it hit him with blinding clarity that another shot of Beam wasn't the solution to his problems. He only had to think back to Los Angeles to witness the destructiveness of his pain management.

As he contemplated the glass in his hand, Brian knew that he had only two choices. He could either continue down his path of self-destruction - the drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity - or he could confront his demons once and for all. If he had any hope of redemption, he was going to have to take a long hard look at himself and evaluate what he truly wanted from life. However, until then, he wasn't going to let Justin slip away. For if there was even the slightest chance of finding redemption, he owed it to the younger man to be the type of partner he deserved.

Monday
8:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

The following morning, Brian decided to stop at Kinnetik before going to the hospital. As he approached his office, he noticed Cynthia looking at him with obvious surprise.

"What, have I suddenly grown two heads?" he asked his normally unflappable assistant.

"No, I-I'm just shocked to see you here."

"Didn't you get my message that Justin is better?"

"Of course. I guess I thought you might want to spend some additional time with him."

"I thought he could use a break for a few hours while I checked in. I also thought it might be a good idea to inform the staff of his condition."

"I agree. I know there's been some concern surrounding his absence," Cynthia offered.

"All the more reason to clear the air and put any rumors to rest. Now, why don't you give me an hour or so to settle in and then assemble everyone in the boardroom," Brian instructed.

"Sure thing, Boss."

"Thanks," he said, turning in the direction of his office.

"Brian?"

"Yes, Cyn?"

"I like your look today," she complimented as she took in his black single-breasted Armani and a light purple dress shirt. While normally he would have paired the shirt with an impeccable tie, today he had chosen to do without and had left the top few buttons of his shirt undone.

"I thought I'd leave the tie for another day."

"You should do that more often," Cynthia advised. "It makes you seem more relaxed and less intimidating to the staff."

"And here I thought intimidation was what they craved," he laughed for the first time in days. It felt good to be back in the office, away from the stress of the hospital, and the mess he'd made of his life.

***

"I'm sure you're curious as to the reason I requested this meeting, so I think I'll cut to the chase," Brian began to the staff assembled in the boardroom.

"Last Wednesday, Justin's appendix burst and he's been hospitalized ever since."

"Is he going to be all right?" Brendan asked, concerned.

"While there were some serious complications from his surgery, Justin's doctors are confident that he will make a full recovery," Brian responded. "I know many of you are probably concerned, but I can assure you that he's receiving the best care possible."

"Has this had an impact on the Remsom proposal?" Eric Frasier inquired.

"The Remsom proposal has been tabled for now," Brian revealed. "I know many of us worked hard on it, but Justin's well-being is more important to the future of this firm than any single account. It's because of this, that the moment I learned of his condition, I put the Remsom proposal aside and was on the first plane back to Pittsburgh. As far as I'm concerned, if Remsom has a brain in his head he'll be back. He knows we're the best and I doubt he'll accept a substitute," he stated as Ted looked on in amazement. He never thought he would see the day when Brian Kinney would put anything or anyone in front of business.

11:15 a.m.
Justin's Hospital Room
Allegheny General Hospital

"Justin, do you think you could at least try to eat a little more of your lunch," Jennifer pleaded, as she sat in the chair beside her son's bed. So far, he had only picked at his food.

"You call this lunch?" Justin glanced down at the Jell-O cubes and clear broth with disgust.

"Well, the doctor thinks it would be best for you to start slowly. If you're not going to eat the rest of it could you at least drink your juice?"

"Fine," Justin rolled his eyes, reaching for his apple juice at the exact moment Brian chose to enter the room.

***

"Brian!" Jennifer smiled warmly at her son's partner. "How are you, sweetheart?" she inquired, while Justin stared at his mother with disbelief. Since when had his mother become so chummy with his ex?

"Good," Brian responded as he leaned in to kiss Jennifer's cheek much to Justin's chagrin.

"I must say I'm relieved to see you. Justin absolutely refuses to eat his lunch and I was hoping that maybe you might be able to encourage him."

"Hmm," Brian looked at the pathetic fare laid out on Justin's tray. "I'm not sure that even I'm up to that challenge," he chuckled, before turning his attention back towards Justin. "I brought you some clothes." Before arriving at the hospital, Brian had stopped at the loft to change into a pair of D&G olive-colored cargo pants, a black Lacoste polo shirt, and a pair of black flip flops. He had also packed a few necessities for the blond.

"That was very thoughtful of you," Jennifer smiled at Brian.

"I think we would all agree that a hospital gown is not a good look," Brian drawled as Justin rolled his eyes.

"Definitely not," Jennifer agreed.

"In addition to the clothes, I also brought toiletries, a few books, your sketchbook, and your iPod," Brian added.

"Uh, thanks," Justin murmured as he attempted to avert his eyes from Brian's gaze. He couldn't believe the way he had schemed his way back into his room.

***

"How does a shower sound now, sweetheart?" Jennifer asked once Justin had finished picking at his lunch.

"Uh...," the artist hesitated uncomfortably as he eyed Brian from across the room.

"Dr. Morden took Justin's bandage off this morning and said that he could have a shower today," Jennifer explained to Brian. "I thought that since I had a couple of errands to take care of this afternoon that you could help him," she gave him a conspiratorial smile.

"Mom!" Justin protested loudly as Brian attempted to contain a smirk.

"Honey, we both know you're in no condition to shower on your own. I just assumed that you would rather have Brian assist you than me or one of the other nurses."

"Of course he would," Brian sent a wicked grin in Justin's direction. "Now why don't you take care of your errands and I'll make sure Sunshine gets nice and clean."

"Excellent idea, Brian," Jennifer smiled. "Call me on my cell phone if you need anything, boys."

"Yes, dear," Brian chuckled. Things were definitely looking up for him.

***

"So, are you going to sit there and sulk or should I call the nurse to help us with this shower business?" Brian drawled once Jennifer had left.

"I hate you," Justin pouted.

"I know you do," Brian smirked. "Now why don't you be a good little Sunshine and let me call the nurse so she can unhook your I.V."

"Fuck you," Justin sighed; it was obvious he had no alternative but to accept Brian's help.

***

Minutes later, Justin was sitting under the warm spray of the shower while Brian stood watch. As weak as he felt, he conceded that having Brian there wasn't the worst thing imaginable. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen everything before.

"Glad I brought your Molton Brown products?" Brian questioned as he handed Justin his favorite bottle of body wash.

"Y-yeah," the blond sighed as he suddenly looked down at his incision.

"What?" Brian questioned as he observed a look of horror spread across the blond's face.

"That mother fucking son-of-a-bitch," Justin shook his head in disbelief.

"What?"

"The asshole doctor fucking stapled me!" Justin cried in outrage.

"What else did you expect?"

"Stitches?"

"Perhaps staples are more fashionable this season," Brian gave a casual shrug.

"More fashionable?" Justin gave Brian an incredulous stare.

"If you ask me, Sunshine, you should be grateful the doctor saved your life."

"True," Justin sighed. He knew he was being immature, but couldn't seem to help the fact that his emotions were all over the map.

"However, I admit there is something rather hot about staples," Brian grinned seductively.

"Brian!"

"I suppose there's time for that later," Brian conceded, knowing he had pushed Justin enough for the time being.

***

"So Sunshine, what are we going to do with ourselves this afternoon?" Brian drawled once they had returned to the room. He thought the artist looked much improved after a shower and shave. It also helped that Justin was no longer wearing the distasteful hospital gown, having changed into a t-shirt and a comfortable pair of sweat shorts he had brought from home.

"We're not going to do anything," Justin replied stiffly from where he was sitting on the bed.

"Oh really?" Brian raised an amused eyebrow.

"Yes, really," Justin stated. "Look," he sighed with frustration. "I appreciate you stopping by, bringing my things, and helping with my shower, but I really don't want you to stay." The blond wasn't sure how much more of his ex-lover he could stomach.

"Believe me, it's necessary," Brian countered, as he reached into his briefcase and retrieved a few files. "Argue with me all you want, I'm not leaving," he declared, turning his attention to his work.

6:00 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

"So, what's been going on at the office?" Justin inquired several hours later as he stared at his unappetizing dinner.

"Finish dinner and I'll tell you," Brian gave the blond an evil smirk.

"Maybe I'm full."

"You're never full," Brian countered.

"I fucking hate Jell-O."

"Really?" Brian tried hard not to laugh.

"Shouldn't you be leaving now?" Justin muttered. He couldn't believe that Brian had stayed for as long as he had.

"Keep this whining up Sunshine and you'll soon turn into Mikey."

"I hate you."

"I know," Brian grinned as he glanced up to see Jennifer, Royce, and Molly entering the room.

***

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Jennifer inquired.

"He's sick of Jell-O," Brian smirked.

"Well, hating Jell-O or not, you look much better," Royce observed.

"I'm sure you'll feel even better once you get some real food to eat," Molly chimed in, as she plopped herself down at the foot of Justin's bed.

"Thanks."

"Molly, honey? You remember Brian don't you?" Jennifer asked.

"Uh, yeah." Justin's fourteen-year-old sister blushed uncomfortably at her brother's gorgeous boyfriend.

"Molly," Brian nodded awkwardly at the girl. Although he and Justin had been together for four years, he'd had little contact with her in the past.

***

"Did you and Brian have a nice afternoon, Justin?" Jennifer questioned a few minutes later, after Brian had stepped out to make a few calls on his cell phone.

"Mom, you have got to get rid of him," Justin replied anxiously.

"Get rid of him?" Jennifer repeated in confusion.

"He's driving me absolutely insane and he won't give me a moment's peace."

"Since when do you care about having a moment's peace from your boyfriend?" Molly asked.

"Look, this isn't easy to explain..., but Brian and I aren't...."

"Aren't what, Sunshine?" Brian inquired boldly as he reentered the room. He knew full well what Justin was implying.

"Uh...," the blond hesitated uncertainly. While he wanted nothing more than to admit that he and Brian were finished, Justin couldn't find the words to tell them. "Oh, never mind," he sighed, knowing there was no use now.

"I think he's pretty tired," Brian made excuses for Justin. "He's had the full day."

"That he has," Jennifer agreed. "With that said, I think it's time for us to leave. Royce and I will be back first thing in the morning," she promised before leaning in and kissing her son on the forehead.

"Thanks, Mom," Justin nodded grimly, as he watched them all leave.

"I think it's time I left too," Brian decided. He sensed that Justin had his fill of him for the day.

"Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure what your plans are tomorrow, but I would appreciate it if you didn't come back."

"I see."

"There's no real reason for you to be here," Justin argued. "Besides, we both know that we're going to have to tell the others the truth sooner or later."

"Then tell them," Brian said flatly. "However, until then I think it's best you get some rest. "Later, Sunshine," he breathed, before leaning in and kissing Justin fully on the lips. He wanted to make it clear that he had no intention of backing down.

***

Justin watched as Brian left his room after sharing the unexpected kiss. To say he was confused would have been an understatement. Since the moment his ex had barged his way into the room, Justin's thoughts had been muddled. Based on past experience, he would have expected Brian to avoid him rather than play at being the "devoted" partner.

While it wasn't uncommon for Brian's actions to leave him confused, Justin had no clue when it came to the man's agenda this time around. After all, it wasn't as if he genuinely cared. He'd made his feelings abundantly clear when he'd pushed him off another cliff. Still, there had to be something motivating Brian's uncharacteristic behavior, even if it was some sense of misguided obligation.

Nevertheless, whatever his motivation, Justin no longer cared. He'd been hurt by Brian Kinney one too many times to put himself at risk again. All he had to do was recall the humiliations and betrayals of the past few months to know he was better off on his own.

For now, Justin's main concern was his health. His body felt as if it had been through a war, his abdomen hurt, and he was still incredibly weak. He knew that if he had any hope of rebuilding his life, it was important he focused on his recovery. As far as he was concerned, Brian could continue whatever game he was playing because there was no way in hell he was going to buy into it. Forgiveness, if it were even possible, would be a long time coming, which was all the more reason for Justin to push Brian aside and concentrate on restoring his health instead.

The Following Morning
8:30 a.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

"Is Brian stopping by this morning, honey?" Jennifer Taylor inquired as Justin examined the contents of his breakfast tray.

"I hope not," the blond grumbled.

"Justin, that's a terrible thing to say. Brian's been absolutely wonderful these past few days, hasn't he Royce?"

"Of course. He's genuinely concerned for your welfare, Justin."

"I highly doubt that's the case."

"I think you're wrong. Now, why don't you stop complaining and eat your Cream of Wheat instead?" Jennifer suggested.

"Is that what this shit is?" Justin stared at the thick substance with revulsion.

"Yes, haven't you eaten it before?"

"No, and I'm not planning to now."

"Justin," Jennifer sighed her disapproval.

"Look, if you honestly think I'm going to eat this slop...."

"What slop, Sunshine?" Brian smirked as he entered the room.

"Christ, I thought I told you not to come back."

"Did you?" Brian chose to play dumb.

"All I can say is thank goodness you're here," Jennifer said in a relieved voice. "He's becoming absolutely impossible."

"I see that."

"You try eating this shit," Justin complained peevishly as Brian eyed the offending dish.

***

"Here," Brian said as he reentered Justin's room a few minutes later. "It's the best I could do," he shrugged, placing a bowl of applesauce in front of Justin. After listening to the blond's endless objections, Brian had gone off in search of something more appetizing for him to eat.

"Anything would be better than that slop."

"I think you've made your opinions known," Brian rolled his eyes.

"I second that," Jennifer shook her head in amusement. "Although a thank you might be in order."

"Uh... thanks," Justin offered begrudgingly, as Royce and Jennifer both exchanged worried glances.

***

"I thought I specifically told you that I didn't want you here," Justin tore into Brian once Jennifer and Royce had left.

"Did you?"

"You damn well know I did. Now, why don't you do us both a favor and get the fuck out. Did you hear what I just said?" Justin demanded as Brian made no move to leave.

"Give it up, Sunshine. I'm not going anywhere."

"Why?"

"You need me."

"I need you?" Justin laughed bitterly. "That's original."

"It's the truth."

"What about when you ran off to Ibiza? I needed you then, and look where it got me."

"I'm not going to fight with you, Justin. The way I see it, you have two choices. You can accept my help and learn to tolerate my presence for the next few days, or you can continue with this overdone drama princess routine. Either way, I'm not leaving."

11:00 a.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

Two hours later, after having been forced to accept Brian's assistance with showering and changing, Justin was sitting up in bed listing to his iPod and reading an art magazine when he looked up to see Lindsay and Gus enter his room.

"Daddy!" Gus exclaimed with excitement upon seeing Brian seated in the chair beside Justin's bed. It had been several weeks since he had last seen his father.

"Hi, Sonny Boy," Brian smiled warmly at Gus, as he picked him up and gave him a hug. He had to admit it felt good to hold his son again. While most of his future remained uncertain, one thing that was certain was his desire to be a better father.

"How are you feeling, Justin?" Lindsay inquired.

"Better than I did a few days ago."

"You look much better," Lindsay smiled. "Would you like to give Justin his present, Lambskin?" she turned to her son and handed him a brightly wrapped present from her tote bag.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Linds," Justin protested.

"The three of us wanted to, didn't we, Gus?"

"Uh-huh," the boy nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you want to sit on the bed next to Justin while he opens his present?" Brian inquired.

"Can I?" Gus asked excitedly.

"Sure," Justin smiled, relieved at the distraction.

***

"Do you like your present, Jus?" Gus inquired after Justin had opened his gift. Lindsay and Melanie had given him a new set of oil pastels.

"Of course I do."

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Does your tummy hurt bad?" the boy asked curiously.

"Not as bad as it did, but it's still a bit tender."

"Mamma said that the doctor had to open your tummy to take something bad out. Is that right?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Can I see where he opened you?"

"Gus," Lindsay admonished in surprise.

"If he really wants to see it Linds, it is not that bad," Brian offered.

"Please can I see it?"

"Justin?" Lindsay turned to her friend.

"Are you sure it's not going to scare you, Gus?"

"It won't, I promise," the child beamed, as Lindsay shrugged; it was clear that there was no changing her son's mind.

***

"Wow!" Gus breathed in amazement as he stared at Justin's incision. "No wonder your tummy hurts. Has Daddy kissed it better?"

"Uh....," Justin murmured uncomfortably.

"Would you like to go for a walk Sonny Boy?" Brian suddenly changed the subject.

"Can I go, Mommy?" Gus requested.

"Um," Lindsay hesitated.

"Please?"

"Okay, Lambskin." Lindsay didn't have the heart to deny her son's request.

***

Seated together outside, Brian decided it was time he reached out to his son.

"Can we have a serious talk for a minute, Sonny Boy?" Brian inquired.

"Sure, Daddy."

"I uh, was wondering if you might be interested in helping me with a project."

"What type of project?" Gus asked with curiosity.

"Well, uh, Justin is a little mad at your daddy right now."

"He is?"

"Uh yeah," Brian confirmed awkwardly. "You see Gus, I uh, did some things that weren't very nice and Justin isn't very happy with me because of them."

"Did you apologize to Jus?"

"Unfortunately, it's a bit more complicated than that."

"He must be really mad," Gus reasoned.

"He is," Brian nodded. "And because he's so mad, I would like to do something special for him. The only problem is, your daddy isn't sure what Justin would like."

"You could get flowers," the boy offered. "When Mommy gets mad at Mamma, Mamma always brings her pretty flowers.

"Any other ideas?" Brian asked. While he knew flowers were an option, he wasn't keen on the bad memories associated with them.

"Daddy," Gus smiled excitedly as another idea came to him. "I know what you can get him."

"What that's, Sonny Boy?"

"You can get Justin a Build-A-Bear!"

"A what?" Brian stared at his son with skepticism.

"A Build-A-Bear," Gus repeated. "Jus would love it and I can even help you build one."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is," Gus assured, as Brian hoped his son knew what he was getting them into.

Meanwhile
Justin's Hospital Room

"Mel and I are so relieved to see you feeling better," Lindsay remarked, sitting beside his bed.

"It's hard for me to even comprehend everything that's happened."

"I can imagine. Has the doctor said when you might be able to return home?"

"He's hoping by the end of the week."

"That's good. You know, if you don't want to return to the loft, you can always spend a few weeks with Melanie and me. I know Gus would love to have you."

"Uh..."

"I shouldn't pry, but I know things between you and Brian have been strained. If you feel like you need some time away or some time to gain a better perspective, you're more than welcome to stay with us."

"Thanks, Linds. I might take you up on it. If you want the honest to goodness truth, Brian and I...," suddenly he looked up to see Brian and Gus reentering the room.

"Did you have a nice walk, Lambskin?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good. Now, I'm afraid we should be on our way. It was good to see you, Justin. Melanie and I will both be back tomorrow," she promised.

"Thanks Lindsay. Bye, Gus."

"Bye," Gus smiled back at the blond.

***

"Linds?" Brian followed his friend out of the room. "Would you have any objection if I borrow Sonny Boy for a few hours this afternoon?"

"Borrow him?" Lindsay parroted in surprise. She couldn't believe Brian was actually requesting to spend time with his son.

"Daddy and I have a special project we're working on together," Gus explained.

"I see," Lindsay looked skeptically at both father and son.

"It will only take a few hours, Linds."

"Alright," Lindsay sighed. While she wasn't certain if she trusted Brian, she was reluctant to disappoint her son. "Just make sure you call if you're going to be longer."

"I will," Brian promised. He knew had a long way to go before regaining her trust.

1:00 p.m.
Ross Park Mall

"So, do you like our bear, Sonny Boy?" Brian questioned as he sat in the mall's food court with Gus and watched him finish his lunch.

"He's fashionable, Daddy," Gus said, using the word Brian had taught him earlier that morning,

"That's right he is," Brian nodded. While under normal circumstances he would never have set foot in a store like Build-A-Bear Workshop, Brian supposed the experience hadn't been too traumatic. Although the store had been filled with screaming kids and yuppie parents, he and Gus had managed to ignore the chaos and had focused on their project instead. Together they had chosen a happy 15" inch butterscotch colored teddy bear. From there, Brian had been forced to endure the indignity of stuffing the bear along with giving it a heart and filling out the bear's birth certificate.

Nevertheless, once Gus had informed Brian that the final step in the process was to dress the bear, Brian found his inhibitions disappearing and his sense of fashion taking over. He had used the opportunity to introduce his son to the merits of fashion. After examining the store's clothing selection extensively, the two had settled on a black t-shirt, fatigue colored cargo shorts, and black flip-flops for their bear. All in all, Brian was forced to admit that his son's idea wasn't all that bad.

"I'm glad you were here to help me today, Gus."

"Thanks, Daddy," Gus smiled.

"I know I, uh, haven't been there for you much over the past few months, and I'm sorry for that," Brian apologized, knowing it was time he mended fences with his son.

"That's okay. You don't have to apologize, Daddy. Justin explained everything to me."

"He... uh, did?" Brian looked at his son with surprise.

"Yep," Gus confirmed. "He told me that you loved me, but that you had to go away for a while. He also said that you had sent him to be there in your place until you came back," the boy explained, as Brian found himself assailed with another wave of guilt. It was hard to believe that even as he'd been hurting Justin, the blond had done everything in his power to protect his relationship with his son.

"That's right, Sonny Boy. I did send Justin to look after you," Brian lied, knowing Gus wouldn't be able to understand the truth.

"But you're back now, aren't you Daddy?"

"Uh, y-yes," Brian whispered, as he realized for the first time how close he'd come to losing his son. "I'm back," he confirmed.

"I'm glad," Gus said as he got up from his chair and walked over to give Brian a hug.

"Me too, Sonny Boy. Me too," he breathed, hugging his son tightly in response, grateful to have another chance.

2:00 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

"Look at all of these beautiful flowers, sweetie," Emmett raved as he stood in Justin's room examining the different floral arrangements that had arrived throughout the afternoon.

"There's quite a few, aren't there," Justin chuckled.

"The ones from Kinneitk are absolutely stunning," Emmett complimented as he studied the arrangement of carnations, delphiniums, larkspurs, oriental lilies, snapdragons, and ferns. "Jean Philippe's flowers are also gorgeous," he added, pointing to the tasteful arrangement of birds of paradise, red anthuriums, and white dendrobiums.

"I just hope they won't affect my allergies," Justin laughed.

"That's why Teddy and I thought a plant would be better," Emmett said, referring to the lucky bamboo plant he had brought with him.

"I can't wait to place it in my office," Justin remarked, as Brian and Gus reentered the room. While Justin was surprised to see Gus, he had been hoping Brian wouldn't return.

"What are you doing here, Gus?" Justin inquired with a smile.

"Gus has a surprise for you," Brian explained before his son could respond.

"You do?" Justin stared at the pair with shock.

"Oh I love surprises," Emmett interjected with excitement.

"Would you like to give it to Justin?" Brian asked his son.

"Sure, Daddy," Gus smiled as Brian handed him the trademark Build-A-Bear box.

***

"What's this?" Justin wondered aloud as he looked at the box Gus had set on the bed beside him.

"You better open it and find out," Emmett grinned.

"Oh my goodness," Justin was surprised when he opened the box and pulled out the teddy bear.
"It's a Build-A-Bear," Gus declared proudly from where he sat on the bed.

"It sure is," Justin smiled at the boy.

"He's adorable," Emmett gushed. "I can't believe you thought of this Gus. It's so sweet of you."

"Yes," Justin agreed. "Thank you, Gus," he said giving Brian's son a hug.

"Why don't you put him in the bed next to you?" Gus suggested. "He can keep you company at night since Daddy can't be here with you."

"That's a lovely idea," Emmett agreed, not wanting to disappoint the boy. "Here, I'll help you," he said, placing the bear beside the artist.

"Will you be all right if I leave Gus with you for a few minutes?" Brian inquired. While he was pleased that Justin liked the bear, he felt as if he could use a break from the excitement of the room. "I have a few calls I need to make before dropping Gus off at Lindsay's gallery."

"We'll be fine," Justin assured.

***

"So your daddy actually took you to the Build-A-Bear store, Gus?" Emmett questioned as soon as Brian had left the room.

"Yep," Gus confirmed with a smile. "Can you two keep a secret?" he asked with a giggle.

"Of course we can, honey," Emmett insisted, as Justin gave Gus a curious stare.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Daddy was the one who picked out the bear for you."

"H-he was?" Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way in hell Brian would suffer the indignities associated with such a purchase.

"Uh-huh," Gus nodded.

"Did he tell you why?"

"He said that you were mad at him and that he wanted to do something special for you."

"H-he said that?"

"To think I thought Brian Kinney was heartless," Emmett shook his head in amazement.

"You won't tell Daddy that I told you will you?"

"Of course not, Gus," Justin assured, as he pondered Brian's agenda. "It will be our little secret."

5:45 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

"For what this room is costing, you would think it would at least have more luxurious accommodations than this," Brendan joked.

"Tell me about," Justin agreed. After Gus had confessed his secret, Brian had decided to take him back to Lindsay's gallery before checking in at the office. Relieved to be away from his ex's disturbing presence, Justin was enjoying his friend's company.

"So, aside from the obvious, how are you?" Brendan asked with genuine concern.

"Terrible."

"I can't even imagine what it must be like to come off a messy breakup only to find yourself here."

"It's a bit much."

"And Brian?"

"He only makes it worse."

"What if he's truly concerned?"

"I doubt that," Justin refuted. "And if he is, I don't give a shit."

"Isn't that a little harsh? Especially when he put the Remsom proposal on hold for you?" Brendan questioned, surprised by his friend's attitude. "After all, if the roles were reversed..."

"Look Brendan, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you don't know the half of what went on between us."

"You're right, I don't," his friend conceded.

"That's why you have to trust me when I say that it's over between us. At this point, I doubt there's a single thing Brian Kinney could ever do to make me want to be with him again," Justin declared, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was speaking the truth.

Three Hours Later
Justin's Hospital Room

"Are you going to be all right if Royce and I leave soon?" Jennifer questioned.

"Yeah. The Amazing Race is about to start in a few minutes and I'll probably go to sleep once it's finished," Justin said as he stretched uncomfortably on the bed.

"Still a big fan of the show?" Royce asked.

"Definitely. I even got Jean Philippe hooked on it."

"Speaking of Jean Philippe, did he stop by this afternoon?" Jennifer inquired.

"No, he didn't."

"I suspect he'll be by tomorrow," Royce assured.

"I'm surprised Brian hasn't been back," Jennifer commented.

"I'm sure he had other more important things to take care of," Justin murmured.

"Justin?" Jennifer eyed her son uncertainly. "Is everything all right between you and...."

"Brian," Royce suddenly turned to see the man in question enter the room.

"Royce, Jen," Brian cordially greeted the couple, as his eyes fell on Justin.

"We were just discussing you," Jennifer smiled warmly.

"I hope it wasn't all bad."

"Not at all," Royce promised. "Jen was just wondering where you were."

"I had a small errand to take care of," Brian indicated, as he motioned to the brown paper in his hand.

"What's in the bag?" Jennifer questioned.

"Just a little treat for Sunshine while we watch the race," Brian smirked as he set the bag on Justin's tray.

"You watch the race too?" Royce asked with surprise.

"It's kind of hard to miss when he blares the damn thing on the television every week," Brian drawled.

"Justin, don't you want to see what Brian brought you?" Jennifer questioned.

"Uh..." Justin looked to Brian uncomfortably.

"Put your mother out of her suspense, Sunshine."

"Fine," Justin grumbled as he reached into the bag and pulled out a pint of Ben & Jerry's Dublin Mudslide ice cream.

"Oh, wow!" Jennifer breathed. "That should certainly stimulate your appetite."

"I thought he might like it," Brian agreed. "Why don't you do us a favor Jen, and see if you can find a spoon," he suggested.

"Certainly," she smiled warmly, pleased with Brian's treat.

***

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Justin demanded as Brian sat on the bed and stretched his frame out beside him once Jennifer and Royce had left for the evening.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Brian smirked, not at all put off by the blond's attitude.

"Look, the race is going to start any minute and if you think I'm honestly going to sit here and entertain you...."

"Shut up and eat your ice cream before it melts, Sunshine."

"I don't fucking..."

"Do you want me to feed you?"

"I give up," Justin sighed, as he reached for his spoon. It was obvious Brian had no intention of backing down.

***

Twenty minutes later, Justin had made significant progress on the pint of Irish cream liqueur ice cream that was mixed with chocolate chip cookies and a coffee fudge swirl. As he surreptitiously glanced in Brian's direction, he was forced to admit that he was surprised by his ex's behavior. While it was somewhat unnerving having Brian sprawled out beside him, the man had definitely been on his best behavior. Not once had he made his usual disparaging remarks about the show. In fact, much to Justin's disbelief, Brian had even asked several questions about the competitors.

"Here, give me your spoon," Brian requested, effectively interrupting the blond's thoughts.

"Why?"

"Because if you continue eating that ice cream at the pace you've been eating it you're going to get sick."

"Says who?"

"Says...." Brian paused as he noticed the small trace of ice cream remaining on Justin's lips. Suddenly he was assailed with memories of happier times when he and Justin had sated their desires over many a pint of ice cream.

"Brian?"

"Me...," Brian breathed before leaning in and gently caressing Justin's sweet tasting lips.

"Bri?" Justin responded breathlessly to the feel of Brian's warm silky lips, lost in the heated ice cream kisses of the past.

As they continued to succumb to their memories, both were oblivious to the stunned look on Bonbois' face as he stood in the doorway to Justin's room. Never could he have imagined the intense display of passion and emotion that radiated its way throughout the room. It was clear that when it came to their relationship, he had greatly miscalculated the intensity of Kinney's feelings. For even a blind man could see the depth of Brian's passion as he continued to worship Justin's lips.

Wednesday, August 4th
9:30 a.m.
The Loft

Suppressing a yawn, Brian eased his cramped frame from off the sofa. To say he'd had a restless night would have been an understatement. Between the discomfort of the sofa and the continual recollection of the ugly scene that had transpired between him and Justin after the ice cream kiss, it was a wonder he had managed to sleep at all.

As he reached for the pair of jeans he had left on the living room floor the night before, Brian thought back again to the kiss. While at first Justin had responded, he had soon pushed him away, making it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with him; he proceeded to throw him out, but not before warning him to not come back. Knowing he had pushed Justin too hard, too fast, Brian decided the best thing he could do was to leave and allow Justin his space.

Now, as he treaded his way into the kitchen, Brian saw that it probably wouldn't hurt to give Justin some time to cool his temper. With that in mind, he decided he would be better off spending his day at Kinnetik.

***

"Shit," Brian frowned as he opened the refrigerator and saw that his bottle of guava juice was almost completely empty.

Assessing the refrigerator's remaining contents, he saw that they were low on just about everything else. While it shouldn't have come as a surprise, considering the fact that Justin took care of the grocery shopping, Brian found himself thinking of all the little other things the blond did for them. It had been a long time since he'd had to worry about things like coordinating with their cleaning woman, keeping track of his drying cleaning, etc.

As he glanced toward the bedroom, Brian knew that in addition to the shopping he was going to have to do something about the bed. Ever since he had returned home from Los Angeles he hadn't been able to stomach the thought of sleeping in it. However, before he contemplated the thought further, he could definitely use a glass of guava juice.

***

Several minutes later, Brian stood in front of Jean Philippe's door, barefoot and wearing only a pair of half unbuttoned jeans. While he wasn't keen on paying a "neighborly" visit to his nemesis, he suspected Bonbois would at least have enough guava juice to tide him over for the time being.

It was difficult for Brian not to roll his eyes when the door slid open and his eyes fell on Bonbois. Not only was his neighbor sporting sleep tousled hair similar to that of his own, he was also barefoot and wearing only a pair of half unbuttoned jeans.

"To what do I owe the honor?" Bonbois questioned Brian with skepticism.

"This is hardly a social visit," Brian began.

"I couldn't imagine it being one."

"I thought you might spare some guava juice."

"All out?" Bonbois smirked.

"Yeah."

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me to part with an extra bottle," Jean Philippe drawled as he motioned Brian inside.

***

"How's Justin?" Bonbois inquired as Brian followed him into the kitchen.

"Better, although I'm sure you already know that from visiting him yesterday."

"Actually, I didn't visit him yesterday," Bonbois revealed.

"How tragic."

"Perhaps I was in the middle of some...."

"One?" Brian finished as he cocked a surprised eyebrow at the familiar face that had suddenly exited the bedroom and was making his way toward the kitchen.

"Exactly," Jean Philippe gave a smug smile as he sauntered over to his trick and put his arm around him. "Co - uh, what was your name again?" he suddenly drew a blank as he faced the trick.

"Cody?" Brian offered casually with a roll of his eyes. It had only taken a brief second for him to recognize Bonbois' trick as the obnoxious, yet often entertaining waiter from the diner.

"Thanks," Cody offered sheepishly, as Bonbois shrugged at Brian.

"Anyway, Cody kept me entertained well into the night. It's unfortunate that he was just on his way out."

"I-I was?" the waiter asked.

"Yes, you were," Bonbois stated as he led him to the door.

"W-when will I see you again?"

"See me again?" Bonbois laughed as Brian looked on with amusement. "I thought I told you, I don't do repeats. If you're that desperate to see me, you can see me in your dreams," he offered before pushing the waiter out the door.
***

"A little harsh with him, weren't you?" Brian drawled as Bonbois made his way back into the kitchen.

"You're joking, right?"

"No, not at all."

"Like you haven't done the same," Jean Philippe accused.

"Of course I have. However, may I offer a word of advice?"

"What?"

"Be careful," Brian advised.

"Why should I?"

"Because you never know what can happen with a twink like Cody," Brian offered.

"What, you honestly think I would succumb to some hot little piece of boy ass?"

"You never know," Brian shrugged, knowing first hand that all it would take was a twink like Cody to send all of Bonbois' inhibitions flying out the window.

"Take your juice and get out," Bonbois grumbled, as he thrust the bottle at Brian.

"Au revoir," Brian sauntered out of Bonbois' loft with a smirk. He had a feeling the hockey player was in for some rough waters ahead. For he was incredibly naïf if he honestly thought he could escape the magnetic pull of a twink like Cody.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 20

2008-01-02T05:07:27Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 20

Thursday, July 29th
10:30 p.m.
Allegheny General Hospital

After taking the elevator to the fourth floor, Brian hurried toward Allegheny General's intensive care unit. Taking in his surroundings, he found his mind flashing back to four years before; it seemed like yesterday he had been running through a similar corridor anxious to see his son for the first time. He could still picture himself running toward Lindsay's room looking back to see Justin following close behind. It was hard to imagine that even then he had recognized something unique about the blond.

As fond as the memory was, it didn't stop a different, more poignant memory from entering his thoughts. It was a memory that had haunted him relentlessly for the past three years, and would continue to haunt him until the day he died. For he was powerless to stop the painful recollection of sitting in another corridor covered in Justin's blood, crying over the loss of the artist's innocence and nearly his life.

Still, the horrific nature of that particular memory didn't prevent another from creeping forward. Only recently he had stood in almost the exact same hallway dealing with the aftermath of Joan's death. He had difficulty believing that only two short months before Justin had been by his side readily offering the comfort he had so desperately needed, but had so foolishly and steadfastly refused time and time again. It almost made him wonder what might have been had he not allowed himself to become so embittered and...

He quickly brushed the thought aside knowing that there was nothing he could do to change the past; better that he focused on the dismal future instead.

***

Minutes later, Brian spotted Debbie and Lindsay standing in front of Justin's room. As he warily approached, he felt their cold eyes rake over his haggard appearance. He didn't need to be told that his eyes were bloodshot, his skin pale, and his face desperately in need of a shave. Nor was he unaware that while his suit coat and tie had been shed some hours before, the remainder of his perfectly tailored Armani was a rumpled mess. Yet his appearance mattered little. Not once while he had rushed through the Pittsburgh airport had Brian even considered stopping at the loft for a change of clothes. Instead, his sole focus had been on making it to the hospital as quickly as possible.

"H-how is he?" Brian coughed uncomfortably as Lindsay and Debbie continued their appraisal.

"There's little change," Debbie indicated in a voice filled with worry.

"I see," Brian murmured awkwardly. He could sense both women were upset with him.

"His blood pressure is still dangerously low and he's delirious with fever. I'm going to spend the night so Debbie can obtain some much-needed rest."

"You don't have to stay, Linds. I will," Brian offered.

"If I need to rest, than so do you, buster," Debbie objected. "You look as if you haven't slept in a week. Besides, as much I as I don't want to leave Justin, I think Lindsay's right. Neither of us will be of any use to poor Sunshine without a decent night's sleep."

"You're probably right," Brian conceded. It was obvious that Lindsay's solution was the most practical. "Has Jennifer been in touch recently?" he suddenly changed the subject.

"She and Royce are currently en route to Hong Kong," Lindsay responded. "Fortunately, after you contacted them, they were able to obtain a flight to Los Angeles. Jen said they would try to call us during their layover."

"Good," Brian nodded, relieved that Justin's mother and stepfather had managed to find a flight home from Bali.

"Thank goodness you knew how to reach them," Debbie displayed her first sign of warmth towards Brian that evening. "If anything more had happened, Jen would have been devastated."

"Nothing more is going to happen," Brian assured, knowing that while he had no control over Justin's fate, it was important he remained strong for the others.

"I pray to God you're right," Lindsay frowned as she watched Brian look uneasily toward Justin's room. She had a feeling her friend was ill prepared for the reality of Justin's condition.

***

Quietly standing in the doorway to Justin's room, Brian wasn't the least bit surprised to find Bonbois seated beside him.

"He's been an absolute godsend," Debbie whispered from where she stood next to Brian. "If it hadn't been for Jean Philippe..." she continued as Brian ignored her and entered the room instead.

***

As he calmly approached his lover's bed, Brian suddenly came to a halt as the seriousness of Justin's condition began to sink its way into his consciousness. Observing the jaundiced pallor and bruised eyes, Brian was filled with a sense of self-loathing. It was clear that his grossly negligent behavior had once again placed Justin in harm's way.

Studying the blond's arms, which were bruised by the multiple I.V. lines that provided a continual supply of strong antibiotics, Brian couldn't help but blame himself for Justin's fate. If he hadn't been fucking around in L.A.; if he hadn't made such a god-awful mess of their relationship he could have been there. He could have made sure Justin had received the medical attention he'd so desperately needed. Only now, Brian was faced with the horrible reality of his actions as Justin was fighting for his life with little he could do to save him.

While he continued to grimly examine Justin's condition, he was oblivious to the fact that Bonbois had discreetly vacated the room. Seating himself silently beside the bed and looking closely at Justin's listless form, the enormity of his sins washed over him. For the first time in months, he was finally beginning to realize the impact of everything he had lost.

"B-Brian?" Suddenly the room was filled with a hoarse croak that sounded more like a pathetic whisper.

"Justin," Brian stared at his lover in shock.

"Bri," Justin groaned again with discomfort. His body was still burning with fever.

"Shhh, Sunshine," Brian whispered, reaching for the blond's hand. "It's going to be all right," he assured with a comforting squeeze. "Everything is going to be all right. I'm not going anywhere this time," he promised as Justin succumbed to his fever once more.

2:30 a.m.
The Loft

After having been convinced that Justin would be well taken care of, and having provided assurance over the phone to a distraught Jennifer that her son's condition remained the same, Brian had decided that it was time he returned home.

As he switched on the lights, and carried his luggage into the bedroom, Brian attempted to avert his eyes from the sight of his rumpled bed. He didn't want to be reminded of his sins nor did he want to recall the look on Justin's face as he had witnessed his final betrayal. Filled with disgust, he decided to sleep on the sofa for the evening; at least there he might have some hope of actually sleeping.

The Following Morning
7:30 a.m.
The Loft

Suppressing a groan at the sound of the telephone ringing in the background, Brian sat up from where he had been sleeping on the sofa, and raked a hand through his sleep-tousled hair.

"What the fuck am I doing on the sofa?" he yawned aloud as the phone continued to ring.

Suddenly as he squinted at the morning sunlight filtering its way into the living room, the events of the past several days came to Brian with shocking clarity. He immediately jumped off the sofa and raced for the cordless phone, hoping he wasn't too late.

***

"Hello?" Brian answered, slightly out of breath.

"Brian, it's Lindsay."

"How is he?" Brian questioned as he felt panic set in.

"The same, there's been no change."

"Damn."

"He had a rough night between the pain and his fever. Ben's here now, so I'm going to be on my way. Mel and I should be back later this afternoon."

"Thanks, Linds."

"You don't have to thank me, Brian. I love Justin like a brother and there's little I wouldn't do for him."

"I know," Brian sighed, hanging up the cordless. He was becoming increasingly concerned by Justin's lack of progress and knew that he would not be able to sustain his present condition for much longer.

An Hour Later
Grant Street

On his way to the hospital, Brian decided to call Cynthia from his Corvette. He knew from the several irate messages she had left on his voicemail that she was furious with him.

"Cyn, it's Brian."

"Where the hell are you?" Cynthia demanded angrily.

"Pittsburgh."

"Thank God for that. Bill Remsom has called at least six times in the past twenty-four hours, not to mention the calls you've received from Leo Brown, Italo Grazzini, Scott Matthews..."

"They can wait. They can all wait," Brian declared tersely.

"Wait?" his assistant repeated with disbelief. "What the hell is going on, Brian? Remsom said you didn't show for your meeting yesterday and Justin's been unreachable since Wednesday afternoon."

"Cyn, I need you to calm yourself. I need you to be the cool, calm, and collected assistant I know you to be," Brian instructed.

"Alright," she took a deep breath. "I'm calm. Now will you please explain what's happened?"

"It's Justin, Cynthia. He's in the hospital."

"He's w-what?"

"His appendix burst late Wednesday night. During the surgery he went into a condition known as septic shock and he's been very ill ever since."

"Is he going to be all right?" Cynthia inquired.

"I don't know, Cyn. I honestly don't know."

"Brian, I'm sorry. Please, tell me there's something I can do for you both."

"There is. I need you to keep things running at Kinnetik. I don't know when I'll be able to..."

"It's okay, Brian. Your place is Justin with right now. August and I will run damage control here."

"Thanks, Cyn," Brian sighed, relieved that he could count on her.

9:00 a.m.
Allegheny General Hospital

"How is he?" Brian questioned as he entered Justin's room to find Debbie and Ben.

"Sleeping for the moment," Debbie replied, as she stared bleakly at Justin.

"According to Lindsay he had a lousy night," Ben elaborated.

"I know," Brian nodded while he absently began to pace the room.

"Michael wanted to be here this morning too, but unfortunately he's expecting a large shipment at the store and was unable to find someone to cover for him. He promised he'll be here tonight," Ben indicated.

"Good," Brian raked a hand through his hair. On top of everything else, the last thing he wanted to think about was the fact that his relationship with his best friend was currently in tatters.

"Christ," Debbie shook her head with motherly concern as Justin moaned in discomfort. "How much more can this poor kid take? Hasn't he been through enough already?"

"More than enough," Ben agreed as he placed a supportive arm around her.

"If only he'd gotten to the hospital sooner," Debbie murmured regretfully as she sent an accusing look in Brian's direction. It was clear she blamed him at least partially for Justin's current condition.

"How about we go downstairs for a cup of coffee, Deb?" Ben suggested in an attempt to ease some of the tension that permeated the room.

"I..."

"It will do you some good. Besides, Brian's here now, and we both know he's perfectly capable of looking after Justin."

"I'm not so sure about that," Debbie objected coolly as she sent an icy glare in Brian's direction. "However, I suppose a cup of coffee wouldn't hurt."

***

With Debbie and Ben having left to take a break, Brian sat down in the chair beside Justin's bed and grimly watched his lover sleep. As much of a fighter as Justin was, Brian knew that he had left the blond with little incentive. It saddened him to think that over the course of the past few months he had single-handedly crushed the blond's spirit and very possibly his will to live.

He knew that if there was any way he could turn back the clock he would do it in a heartbeat. At this point he would do anything just to see his Sunshine smile that beautiful smile of his once more....

"Excuse me?" Brian suddenly looked up to see a doctor enter the room. "I'm Dr. Morden," the doctor said, holding out his hand.

"Brian Kinney," he stood up from his chair and shook the doctor's hand.

"I take it you're family?"

"Yeah," Brain turned to look somberly at Justin

"He's a fortunate young man," Dr. Morden remarked, causing Brian to stare back at him with skepticism. "That is, to have such an obviously large and supportive family," the doctor elaborated.

"Get to know to him and you'll soon find that it's almost impossible not to l-lov... care about him," Brian amended quickly. He still wasn't comfortable voicing the feelings he had only recently begun to acknowledge after four long years of denial.

"Hopefully, I'll get the chance to get to know him soon," Morden offered optimistically as Brian nodded absently.

***

"So, doctor, how is he?" Brian questioned after Morden had finished Justin's exam and the two stepped outside together.

"I think the fact that his condition hasn't deteriorated gives us some cause for hope," Morden began cautiously.

"And the fact that he doesn't seem to be improving?"

"Would you like me to be candid?"

"Yes."

"I think there's some genuine cause for concern. The fact that Justin isn't progressing as we would hope does leave us with some complexities. For now, we will continue to treat his condition to the best of our ability and wait to see what happens. In the mean time, I'm going to recommend our infectious disease specialist examine him."

"As a precaution?" Brian inquired, as he attempted to mask the worry in his voice.

"I don't think it would hurt matters."

"I see," Brian nodded. It was clear Morden was concerned about Justin's lack of progress.

11:00 a.m.
The Hospital Courtyard

After his conversation with the doctor, Brian decided to forego the stifling atmosphere of Justin's room and stepped outside for a cigarette. As he stood, staring aimlessly into the distance, he was assailed with feelings of self-loathing. It seemed that over the past day and a half each and every one of his sins had come back to him with haunting clarity. Dr. Morden's grim prognosis had only served to intensify the guilt and pain that had been eating away at him ever since he had received Michael's desperate phone call. He knew that if anything happened to Justin he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Wouldn't be able to live with the fact that he...

"I thought I might find you here," Brian turned to find Ben standing next to him. "Justin's nurse told us the doctor stopped by. I thought you might want to talk."

"Talk?" Brian gave the professor a skeptical glance. "After everything I've done to you and Michael you honestly care what I have to say?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"I suppose not. You always have been painstakingly magnanimous where Mikey and I are concerned," Brian shrugged before taking another puff from his cigarette.

"Perhaps I recognize that somewhere deep inside, underneath all of your dysfunctional layers, there still might be something worth redeeming," Ben offered somberly.

"You allow yourself too much credit," Brian scoffed.

"The fact that Justin loves you is all the proof I need to know that there must be something redeemable."

"And if he didn't?" Brian questioned quietly, knowing this was now the truth.

"Then perhaps you truly are the cold-hearted bastard you try so desperately to be," Ben responded, as Brian stood silently beside him, tortured by the truth of his statement.

3:00 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

Later that afternoon, after Ben had left to teach class, the tension between Brian and Debbie as they sat in Justin's room was so palpable one could feel it in the air. While Debbie had continuously fussed over Justin, Brian had intermittently paced the room, silently willing his lover to keep fighting. Just when Brian thought he couldn't stand any more, Emmett burst into the room in his trademark fashion.

"How's our princess today?" Emmett inquired in a hopeful tone.

"Not much better, I'm afraid," Debbie sighed while Justin lay uncomfortably from his fever.

"Oh, poor Sunshine," Emmett frowned as he watched Brian wipe Justin's burning forehead with a cool washcloth. "I was so hoping he would feel better by now."

"We all were," Debbie offered sadly.

"Speaking of family, has anyone spoken to Daphne recently?"

"I spoke to her last night," Brian replied, continuing to focus his attention on Justin. "She's in London visiting her boyfriend who is studying there. She said to keep her posted and that if needed she would be on the first flight home."

"Hopefully it won't come to that," Emmett commented in attempt to remain optimistic.

"Let's hope for all our sakes it doesn't," Debbie offered.

"I'm sure it won't," Emmett assured. "Now, how about coming downstairs with me and taking a break, Deb." He sensed that the stress was beginning to take its toll on her.

"Okay, honey, " Debbie agreed reluctantly.

"U-uh would you uh, like us to get you anything, Brian?" Emmett offered hesitantly. Up to this point, he had tried his best to steer clear of the man's presence.

"No. I'm fine, thanks," Brian murmured as the two left the room.

***

Minutes later, Brian remained beside Justin's bed as the blond's fever continued to rage. Knowing there wasn't much he could do for Justin, Brian tried his best to keep the blond comfortable by wiping his head with a cool washcloth and wetting his lips with a swab. As much as Justin would have preferred a sip of water, Brian knew this was impossible due to the drainage tube that ran down his nose, through his esophagus, and into his digestive tract. He hoped that for his lover's sake, the doctor would soon remove the tube.

Standing up to stretch, Brian turned to see another doctor entering Justin's room. He immediately surmised her to be the infectious disease specialist Dr. Morden had mentioned earlier. Bracing himself for additional bad news, Brian somberly walked over to the doctor and introduced himself, praying that maybe a small glimmer of hope still remained.

7:00 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

Several hours later, Brian was continuing his vigil when he looked up to see both Ted and Jean Philippe standing in the doorway to Justin's room.

"How is he?" Bonbois questioned, proceeding Ted into the room.

"Not much better, I'm afraid," Brian murmured.

"That's what I was afraid of hearing," Bonbois sighed. "I talked to Dr. Landry this afternoon and he mentioned that Dr. Jha was going to take a look at Justin this afternoon," he said, referring to the infectious disease specialist.

"She stopped by a couple of hours ago," Brian indicated. "She's ordered some additional blood work and has requested that her colleague, Dr. Dylan examine him also. He's apparently the hospital's top kidney specialist."

"Kidney specialist?" Ted repeated, his voice filled with concern.

"Dr. Jha is concerned with Justin's lack of urine output. She thinks that his infection may be interfering with his kidney function," Brian explained somberly.

"Mon Dieu," Bonbois shook his head with worry. It was clear that things did not bode well for the blond.

***

"Would you uh, like to take a break for a few, Bri?" Ted offered uncomfortably a few minutes later. "Cynthia provided me with an update for you, and I, uh, thought you might like the chance to grab a quick bite to eat downstairs," he continued as he noticed Brian give Bonbois a guarded stare.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, Theodore," Brian conceded. While there was little love lost between him and Bonbois, Brian knew that he was indebted to the man, and that the very least he could do was allow him some time alone with Justin. "You'll come and find us if anything happens?" he turned to his nemesis.

"Oui," Bonbois nodded.

"I suppose we should make the most of this hospital's god-awful cuisine," Brian drawled, as he turned to leave with Ted, but not before turning back to look worriedly in Justin's direction.

10:00 p.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

Later that evening, after visits from the remaining family members, Brian sprawled his frame in the uncomfortable chair beside Justin's bed. Knowing that his lover was in for another rough night, he'd been adamant in his decision to stay the night with him. After everything that had happened between them in the past, there was no way in hell he was abandoning him now; not when Justin needed him.

"Mr. Kinney?" Brian drew his attention away from Justin as he observed Dr. Dylan enter the room. The doctor had examined Justin a few hours earlier and had run some additional tests.

"Dr. Dylan," Brian greeted the doctor.

"Justin's test results came in, and I would like to examine him again."

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but a Mr. and Mrs. Martin are here Mr. Kinney," a nurse announced as she rushed into the room.

"That would be Justin's parents," Brian indicated to the specialist. "If you'll excuse me for a moment," he said before hurrying out of the room to greet Jennifer and Royce.

***

"Brian, thank God you're here," Jennifer sighed openly, relieved at the sight of her son's partner. "You wouldn't believe how worried we've been," she said before enfolding Brian in a motherly hug.

"The important thing is that you're here now," Brian murmured before slowly extracting himself from Jennifer's embrace. While relations had improved between he and Jennifer over the past four years, it was rare that they shared any display of open affection.

"Brian, it's good to see you," Royce smiled weakly before offering Brian an additional hug.

"Same, uh, here, Royce," Brian offered slightly surprised by the affection. After having received the cold shoulder from the family since his return, the last thing he had been prepared for was a warm welcome from Justin's mother and stepfather.

"How is he, Brian?" Jennifer questioned anxiously.

"A kidney specialist is examining him now. Dr. Morden has also assigned an infectious disease specialist to his case. Both have ordered a variety of tests. As for Justin's condition, I'm afraid it hasn't changed much. He's still running a high fever and his blood pressure hasn't improved," Brian explained in a grim voice as Dr. Dylan exited Justin's room.

***

"What do you mean, my son's kidneys have stopped functioning properly?" Jennifer questioned the doctor minutes later.

"It's not uncommon for a patient with a septic infection as serious as your son's to experience problems with his kidneys. Often, with these types of infections, the kidneys take a temporary respite," the doctor explained.

"Temporary respite?" Brian repeated with skepticism as he raked a frustrated hand through his hair.

"It's the kidneys way of protecting themselves. However, once the infection begins to clear, the kidneys typically begin to function normally again."

"And if the infection does not clear?" Royce inquired.

"Then we may have to look at other treatment options."

"Are we talking dialysis?" Jennifer asked in voice laced with fear.

"Possibly. However, I think at this point it might be a little rash to assume that Justin's headed in that direction. It's still highly probable that his infection will clear and his kidneys will be back to functioning normally again. If dialysis does become an option we'll cross that bridge once we get there," Dr. Dylan stated.

"Until then?"

"We remain patient and wait," Dylan indicated, as Brian watched Royce place a supportive arm around his visibly shaken wife. It was clear that Justin's condition was becoming graver with each passing hour.

11:00 p.m.
The Hospital Roof

After Dr. Dylan left, Brian decided to step outside for some air. With Jennifer upset and Royce busy comforting her it had been relatively easy for him to slip out unnoticed. Now, as he stood staring vacantly at the city lights, it was hard to imagine that he was facing a reality in which Justin could very well die. It seemed impossible that this amazing kid who had fought so hard in the past, was now fighting what might very well be his final battle.

As he continued to stare into the darkness, Brian finally realized the night when everything had changed. While the past seven months had placed a tremendous strain on his relationship with Justin, Brian knew that it had been the past two months that had sealed their fate. For as much as he struggled with Justin's tricking and his continued success at Kinnetik, neither of those had possessed the power to destroy them. Instead, it had been on this very roof two months before, that Brian had finally allowed his demons to destroy them. So consumed with his own personal hell, Brian had consciously destroyed the one person who mattered most, and now he was faced with the consequences.

"I thought I might find you here..." Brian's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he turned to see Royce standing beside him.

"What are you doing here?" Brian questioned quietly.

"I thought it might be nice to get some air and perhaps give mother and son some time alone."

"I take it Jennifer's calmer now?"

"As calm as any mother can be under the circumstances," Royce frowned. "And you?"

"What about me?"

"How are you?" Royce asked with genuine concern.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" Brian shrugged.

"I remember when Jennifer first described your relationship with Justin."

"Let me guess, she told you that I was the big bad wolf who seduced her precious son away from her?" Brian laughed bitterly.

"No, not at all. In fact, I hear it was just the opposite. I can't say I'm surprised. Not when I've seen what a fighter Justin is. Not when I've heard how hard he's fought to be with you."

"And what if fighting isn't enough?" Brian murmured, lighting a cigarette.

"He's going to make it. Justin loves you too much to give up fighting now. You just have to have faith; faith that his love will guide him back to you," Royce assured, as Brian was again filled with a sense of self-loathing.

"Just look at how hard he fought to be with you after the prom," Royce continued. "Jen told me that she's never seen him fight as hard as he did then. She said that it was depth of his love for you that pushed him to...."

"Royce, don't," Brian protested, as he felt his eyes begin to well with tears. He couldn't take being reminded of how he had torn Justin's heart out and had destroyed his love along with it.

"Brian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I'm only trying to help," Royce apologized as he saw a lone tear trace its way down Brian's cheek.

"You can't. No one can. It's my fault, Royce. It's all my fucking fault," he choked back on a sob.

"It's not your fault," Royce assured, as he pulled Brian into a fatherly hug. "It's no one's fault. He's going to be all right. You just have to have faith."

"Faith? How can I have faith when I've destroyed the only thing I've ever truly loved?" Brian questioned in anguish.

"Trust me, Brian. It's going to be all right," Royce repeated again. "Just let it all out," he encouraged, as he patted him on the back. He knew that whatever was tearing the younger man apart on the inside was bad, and that the only thing he could do was offer him what comfort he could. He only hoped it was enough to keep Brian strong for Justin's sake....

Saturday, July 31st
6:30 a.m.
Justin's Hospital Room

Uncomfortably stretching his cramped frame, Brian winced at the early morning sunlight that filtered its way into Justin's room. Turning anxiously, he was relieved to see that Justin was finally asleep. After a horrible night, in which the fever had continued to rage, Brian had begun to despair that Justin would never find a moment's serenity.

However, as he watched Justin sleep peacefully, Brian knew that Royce was right. As difficult as it was, he refused to lose the small bit of faith that was keeping him afloat. He knew that even after everything he had done he couldn't give up now, not when Justin needed him to be strong. He vowed that if Justin could no longer fight, then he would be the one fighting in his place.

3:00 p.m.
The Loft

Brian stepped out of the shower, after returning home to rest at Jennifer and Royce's insistence. Somehow, he managed to catch a few hours of sleep on the sofa, before deciding that he would much rather be at the hospital with Justin.

As he made his way into the bedroom and reached in his closet for a clean pair of Armani jeans and a t-shirt, he was startled by the sound of the phone ringing in the background. Quickly reaching for the cordless, he was momentarily panicked to see Jennifer's cell phone number on the caller display.

"Jen?" Brian answered quickly.

"Brian, thank goodness you're awake. I thought you should know that Dr. Dylan was in a few moments ago and he's ordered a blood transfusion for Justin."

"Blood transfusion?" Brian repeated in shock.

"He's hoping it will help restore Justin's blood volume which may in turn increase Justin's blood pressure. He said there's a strong chance that if this works Justin's kidneys will begin functioning normally again."

"I see," Brian murmured, as he tried not to get his hopes up. Just because Dylan thought there was a chance this might work, didn't necessarily mean that Justin was out of the woods. He still had a long way to go if he had any chance of recovering.

"Royce and I are so praying this works, but at the same time we don't want to pin our hopes on something that could bring disappointment."

"Right," Brian agreed. "I suppose all we do for now is hang tight. I should be at the hospital within the hour," he indicated.

"Royce and I will be here, sweetie, so take your time and be careful," she cautioned, knowing how hard Brian was trying to remain strong for her son.

"Yes, mother," Brian rolled his eyes as a small bit of a smile broke out on his face. It was hard to believe that with everyone else despising him for good reason, Jennifer and Royce had somehow wound up becoming his strongest allies.

3:45 p.m.
Allegheny General Hospital

As he stepped toward the bank of elevators that would take him to Justin's floor, Brian was surprised to see Bonbois approach him.

"Bonjour," the hockey player greeted.

"Bonbois," Brian stiffly acknowledged, as Jean Philippe followed him into the elevator.

"Any news on mon petit's condition?" Bonbois questioned once the elevator began making its ascent.

"His kidney specialist has ordered a blood transfusion hoping that it will elevate his blood pressure."

"Hopefully it will work," Bonbois sighed. "It's difficult for me to believe that all of this has happened. Mon Dieu, if you could have seen how sick he was when I found him it's a miracle he's still alive."

"Without a doubt," Brian murmured awkwardly. "I uh, suppose, I uh, owe you something of a thank you for what you did for him that night. If it hadn't been for you, God knows what might have happened," he conceded.

"Save your thanks for someone else, Kinney. I merely did what anyone else in my situation would have done. Although, it might be a wise idea to take better care of him in the future," Bonbois advised tersely as the elevator stopped at their floor.

***

"Jean Philippe," Debbie greeted Bonbois warmly from where she sat with Royce and Jennifer in the intensive care waiting area.

"Cherie," Bonbois smiled fondly at Debbie before walking over to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Jen, Royce, this is Justin's dear friend and neighbor Jean Philippe Bonbois," Debbie introduced, choosing to ignore Brian's presence. It was clear she still had issues with him.

"Nice to meet you, Monsieur Bonbois," Jennifer smiled politely.

"Please, call me Jean Philippe," Bonbois insisted before exchanging pleasantries with Royce.

"Jean Philippe has been an absolute godsend these past few days," Debbie remarked. "I don't know what we would have done without his kindness and generosity, especially since Brian has been 'otherwise occupied'," she added, sending an icy glare in Brian's direction.

"Well, Jen, and I certainly appreciate everything you've done, Jean Philippe," Royce remarked in attempt to ease some of the tension. Debbie's stinging comment had not gone unnoticed.

"Brian, honey, why don't you come take a seat next to me," Jennifer invited in tone that made it clear to everyone that she would not tolerate any additional barbs directed at her son's partner.

"Alright, Jen," Again, Brian found Jennifer's support a touch unsettling. Surely, she had to have known by now what he had been up to in Los Angeles.

***

"Are you up for a cup of coffee, Brian?" Royce questioned half an hour later.

"Uh, sure," Brian shrugged as he stood up with the attorney, relieved to take a break.

"Would you like us to bring you anything back, honey?" Royce turned to his wife.

"No, I'm fine thanks," Jen smiled at the two men, glad that they seemed to be bonding.

***

"So, that was the infamous Bonbois?" Royce drawled as he and Brian sat outside on a bench so Brian could smoke.

"What, you're not in awe of his profound greatness?"

"I've represented the business interests of too many of his colleagues to be in awe. Besides, he's not Justin's partner. You are."

"Try telling that to the others," Brian murmured bitterly.

"Look, Brian, Jen and I know you're no saint, and have a good idea as to what Deb was implying earlier about your time in L.A., but as far as we're concerned, it's not something that's our business. The only thing that matters is that you're here and that you'll continue to be here no matter what happens," Royce stated.

"And if the others have good reason to hate me?"

"Then so be it. I will tell you this, though. I know you, Brian. I know you a hell of a lot better than you think I do because believe it or not, I was once you myself. So, whatever it is that has you so torn up inside, you still have time to fix it. Take it from me, it's never too late to change," Royce declared, as Brian stared silently at his cigarette, wishing there was some truth to his statement.

Sunday, August 1st
4:00 p.m.
Allegheny General Hospital

Arriving home earlier that morning to rest, after staying up half the night helping Justin sweat out his fever, Brian had been relieved to hear that it had finally broken and that he was awake and fully coherent.

Now, as he approached the doorway to Justin's room, Brian couldn't help but wonder at the type of reception he would receive. Knowing it was difficult to predict the blond's mood, he felt it best he visit Justin in private. With that in mind, he quietly peered in Justin's doorway to discover Lindsay and Bonbois seated next to him.

Taking a seat in the waiting area, Brian wasn't surprised to see Lindsay walking towards him only a few moments later.

"How's he doing, Linds?"

"It's like watching a miracle unfold right before one's very eyes," Lindsay smiled weakly. "However, before you go in, I think we should talk."

"If you're here to chastise me for my latest sins, you're wasting your time," Brian stated.

"Believe me, I'm well aware of that, Brian."

"Then what is there to discuss?"

"I... I think it's time, Bri. I think it's time you let him go," Lindsay sighed.

"Let him go?" Brian parroted in confusion.

"I know that in the past I've always championed your relationship, but it's time Brian. Justin can't go on like this. I don't know what's happened to you, Bri, but it's obvious that you're no longer interested in being the type of partner Justin wants or deserves. Justin deserves someone who can give him the world, someone who will respect him, and treat him with the dignity he deserves. He needs someone who will give him the things that you refuse to give him."

"And those are?"

"Love, a lasting commitment, and maybe even monogamy," Lindsay offered uncomfortably.

"I'm just supposed forget the past four years?"

"It's time, Brian. Justin deserves to be free, free with someone who loves him."

"And after I let him go?"

"The family will be here for him, Brian. We'll see to his recovery and do everything in our power to help him rebuild his life."

"Where does Bonbois fit into this?"

"Bonbois?" Lindsay repeated in surprise.

"You seem awfully chummy with him, Linds. It doesn't take a genius to realize that he somehow fits into this request of yours."

"Look, Brian, Jean Philippe cares for Justin. You should have seen how good he was with him after his surgery. He tried so hard to comfort Justin even as he kept asking for you. It broke my heart not to able to tell Justin why you weren't there. It was then I knew that it was time for you to do the right thing and to set him free. So, I'm begging you, please Brian, let him go. Give him the chance to find true happiness, it's the least he deserves," Lindsay pleaded, while Brian sat silently, not ready to tell her the truth, that Justin already was free.

***

An hour later, Brian cautiously entered Justin's room. Quietly approaching the bed, he was relieved to see that Justin's color had started to improve and that the drainage tube had been removed.

"Justin," Brian breathed as he watched a pair of unreadable blue eyes focus on him.

"Brian," came a hoarse whisper of acknowledgement.

"How are you feeling?" Brian questioned with genuine concern.

"How do you think I feel?" Justin responded back.

"I would imagine lousy."

"Go to the head of the class," Justin commented bitterly.

"Have you been able to have anything to drink?" Brian asked, noticing the glass filled with ice chips resting on the blond's tray.

"You honestly give a shit?"

"Of course I do," Brian protested.

"Look, why don't you do both of us a favor and leave?" Justin suggested. "As you can see I'm doing better, so there's really no reason for you to be here right now."

"Maybe I'm not prepared to leave."

"Maybe I'm not prepared to have you stay," Justin countered. "So, do as I've asked and get the fuck out of my room," he ordered.

"What did you just say?" Brian stared at the blond with disbelief.

"You heard what I say. Now, go."

"Justin..."

"Just go Brian. I don't need you here. I can take care of myself. Besides, shouldn't you be busy fulfilling your pain management needs? I'm sure there are plenty of tricks eager to suck or fuck..."

"Fine," Brian declared. "I'll leave. But don't think for one fucking minute that this is the last you're going to see of me, Sunshine. As much as you hate to admit it, I'm on to you and there's not a goddamned thing you can do about it," he stated as he stalked out of the room without so much as giving Justin a backwards glance. For if he had looked back, Brian would have witnessed the unmistakable sight of tears in his lover's eyes...

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 19

2008-01-02T05:06:13Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 19

Monday, July 26th
7:00 a.m.
The Loft

Suppressing a yawn, Justin slowly eased his sprawled form off the sofa. He'd slept little the night before, and vaguely recalled hearing Brian depart for the airport a few hours earlier. Between his lack of sleep and drained emotions, he wanted nothing more than to remain on the sofa and forget everything that had happened. Yet it was the knowledge that he had an important client meeting in less than an hour that forced him to drag himself up and into the bathroom.

Moments later, as he stood under the shower's warm spray, he reached for his shampoo and noticed a feeling of vague discomfort surrounding his navel, which he immediately attributed to stress. After everything he'd been through, a minor stomachache was the least of his worries.

***

Meanwhile Brian sat in a first class seat, well on his way to Los Angeles. As comfortable as he was, he found it almost impossible to relax, with his thoughts veering towards Justin. Although he knew there was nothing he could do about the demise of their relationship, it didn't stop him from wondering what might have been. Nevertheless, the end of their relationship was what it was, and as much as he had tried to conquer his demons, he knew that in the end, his efforts had failed.

Tuesday
11:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

The following morning, Justin entered his office at Kinnetik after spending another restless night on the sofa. As he wearily approached his assistant's desk, the blond prayed that August would act as if everything were normal. Although he hadn't told him that anything was wrong, Justin sensed that his assistant knew that not everything was right.

"Hey," Justin smiled weakly at August.

"You okay, honey?"

"Uh, sure," Justin wasn't about to reveal that in addition to his lack of sleep, the pain in his abdomen had grown sharper. He wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that the stress of the past few months had finally given him an ulcer.

"All right, sweetie," August had a feeling that his boss was evading the truth. "Just be sure to let me know if you need anything."

"I will," the artist nodded, before anxiously heading toward his office, eager for some privacy.

Three Hours Later
The Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel

Brian had recently returned to his suite after participating in the "Businessman's Retreat" package at the hotel spa. He hoped that the deep tissue massage combined with the facial he had received would help relax him and prevent another sleepless night.

Turning toward the bedroom, his ears suddenly picked up on the familiar ring of his cell phone; he had a hunch it was Bill Remsom calling. Since presenting his proposal the previous afternoon, he had anxiously been awaiting the man's call.

***

Twenty minutes later, Brian hung up his phone in disbelief. While Remsom had truly been impressed with his proposal, the pharmaceuticals magnate shared the concerns of his focus group. It seemed that his "Back on Top" approach had left the group wondering if a consumer might feel Endovir was too good to be true. With that in mind, Remsom had suggested he use the next twenty-four hours to strategize with his team in order to create an alternative campaign to present Thursday morning.

Even though he was furious the focus group had failed to see the genius behind his ads, he knew there wasn't time to fly back to Pittsburgh and create a whole new campaign. Instead, he would have to come up with something here in L.A.

As he considered his options carefully, Brian thought back to the afternoon Justin had criticized his proposal. It seemed that perhaps the artist had been on to something when he suggested taking a more honest approach. While he wasn't sure that he agreed with both the focus group and Justin's views, he realized that in order to land the account, he would need to take their opinions to heart.

Meanwhile
Justin's Office
Kinnetik

Glancing at the clock, Justin saw that it was only a little after three. Although he had plenty of work to keep him busy, he contemplated calling it quits for the day. His stomach was still troubling him, and he'd only eaten a few bites of his lunch before a strong wave of nausea had overcome him. It was obvious that he had finally developed some type of ulcer, and that it would be wise to consult with a doctor in the future.

"Justin?" the blond was interrupted from his thoughts as he heard August's voice over his intercom.

"Yes?"

"Brian's on the phone; should I transfer him?"

"Uh, tell him I'm in the middle of something and that I'll call him later," Justin lied. The last thing he felt like doing was speaking to his former lover.

"Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"He said it was important that he speak to you now," August indicated.

"Fine," the artist sighed. "Go ahead and transfer him."

***

"What's up?" Justin inquired, picking up Brian's call.

"How are you?" Brian chose to ignore the blond's question.

"Fine."

"Everything under control?" Brian hadn't been impressed with Justin's one-word response.

"Yeah."

"Look, I..."

"I take it there's a reason why you're calling?" Justin inquired coolly, effectively cutting off his partner.

"You could say that," Brian confirmed grimly. "I'm afraid I'm going to need your help."

"My h-help?" Justin choked in disbelief.

"I know you're not feeling much goodwill towards me at the moment, but if I have any hope of landing Remsom it's going to require your input."

"I see."

"It seems that Remsom's focus group is looking for something a bit more honest. Bill's given me until Thursday morning to create a different approach."

"And how are you going to do that from L.A.?" Justin questioned.

"That's where you come in," Brian revealed.

"Right," Justin nodded. He had a feeling that Brian was desperate if he was asking him for help. "While I'm not sure you deserve my help, I'm aware that landing Remsom would be very important to Kinnetik's future..."

"You'll do it then?" Brian prayed the blond would agree.

"I'll do it," Justin agreed reluctantly, hoping he wouldn't live to regret his decision.

The following Afternoon
Justin's Office
Kinnetik

"What do you think?" Justin turned to Brendan, Nathan, and Eric as they stared at the newly designed Remsom boards.

"Amazing," Brendan breathed as he studied the telling photographs of six HIV patients.

"Some days I feel like hell but at least I'm still alive?" Eric stared skeptically at the copy written beneath one of the photos.

"If Remsom desires an honest campaign, this is about as honest as one can get," Nathan argued. "Personally, I think it's about time that someone added some integrity to the pharmaceuticals industry."

"You have a point," Eric conceded. "I only hope the consumers agree."

"They will," Justin promised, confident in the new campaign.

***

Half an hour later, Brian was working from his hotel suite, when his cell phone rang.

"Hey," he answered, when he saw Justin's office number on his display.

"Hey," came Justin's familiar voice. "The boards are being over-nighted to you as we speak. You should have them first thing tomorrow morning."

"Excellent. Our new campaign is going to blow Remsom away."

"Yep," the blond agreed.

"If the proposal goes as well as we anticipate, I suspect I'll be out here a few days longer."

"Right. I guess that's it then," Justin offered uncomfortably. "I'm going to be leaving the office soon unless there's anything else you need."

"No, I'm all set. You should go home and rest," Brian advised. "You had a late night," he said, referring to the fact that Justin and his team had worked until the early hours of the morning.

"On top of having the ulcer from hell," Justin rolled his eyes.

"Ulcer?"

"My stomach has been hurting like hell for the past few days."

"You should see a doctor," Brian suggested.

"I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon." He couldn't cope with the pain much longer.

"Good. Now get some rest," Brian ordered. "And don't forget that I owe you one."

"I won't," Justin said. "Later, Brian."

"Later," Brian murmured, ending the call.

4:00 p.m.
Kinnetik

"Are you feeling all right, Justin?" Brendan inquired, as he walked with the blond to the parking garage.

"Honestly? No."

"I thought not. You look pale."

"I'm not surprised. I think I might have an ulcer."

"Are you sure it's not more than that?"

"Nah. With all the stress I've been under lately, I'm certain that's what it is. I have an appointment to see the doctor tomorrow."

"I'm sure not having Brian around has only served to increase your stress level."

"Brendan?" Justin whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Brian and I ended things this past weekend."

"You what?" Brendan stared at his friend, shocked by the revelation.

"It's over," the blond confirmed grimly.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"But what about Kinnetik?"

"Kinnetik will remain the same, we just can't live together anymore."

"No wonder you feel lousy," Brendan frowned, as he gave Justin a supportive hug. "If there's anything you need..."

"I'm fine," Justin assured. "I needed to tell someone. You're the only one that knows."

"I understand," Brendan nodded. "Just do me a favor and take care of yourself."

"I will," the blond promised, relieved that he had finally been able to share his burden.

4:30 p.m.
The Loft Garage

As he stepped out of his jeep, Justin turned to see Bonbois pull into the garage.

"Bonjour," Jean Philippe grinned at Justin as he exited his sports car.

"H-hi," Justin greeted back nervously.

"Been busy lately?" Bonbois inquired as he walked with Justin to the elevator.

"Uh, yeah," Justin murmured uncomfortably.

"So I must be imagining the fact that you're avoiding me?"

"Uh, ohhhhh," Justin winced suddenly as he felt an intense spasm of pain in the lower right-hand side of his abdomen.

"Are you all right, petit?"

"It's just a stomach pain," the blond groaned. "I think I have an ulcer."

"Ah," Jean Philippe nodded in comprehension. "Jacques has one. It hurts like the devil at times."

"Tell me about it," Justin nodded in pain.

"Do you need some help getting to your loft?" Bonbois offered as the elevator stopped at his floor.

"No, I'll be okay," Justin assured. "I just need to lie down for a bit."

"Let me know if you need anything," Jean Philippe instructed. "I'll stop by later to see how you're doing," he promised, as he walked toward his loft.

7:00 p.m.
Brian's Hotel Room

Staring at the glass of scotch resting in his hand, Brian found himself thinking back over the past six months. It was hard to believe that he'd been at the top of his game then, not when his whole life lay in shambles at his feet, and he was about to lose virtually everything of importance.

While Brian acknowledged that he only had himself to blame for his mess, it didn't stop him from trying to shift the blame elsewhere. After all, it wasn't his fault that Ted and Emmett had shamelessly tried to take advantage of his good nature while they stabbed him in the back. Nor was it his fault that Melanie and Lindsay had benefited from his financial generosity but had never afforded him the gratitude or support he deserved. It also wasn't his fault that Michael had allowed himself to be brainwashed into compromising his beliefs for a meaningless heterosexual ritual.

Then there were his parents. Not only had they provided him with enough abuse to last him a lifetime, they had also made it clear that he'd been a grave disappointment to them. It was only when they had needed money that he suddenly became their rich and successful son. Upon learning that their son was queer, his father had punched him while his mother had cursed him, saying he would burn in hell not just once, but on numerous occasions. Even her final words to him had related to her desire for him to burn in hell.

As much as he hated Jack and Joan, Brian wasn't about to forget Claire, not when his sister was such a fine piece of work. Between her shrew-like temper and rampant homophobia, it was astonishing that Brian hadn't strangled her, especially when she'd had the audacity to accuse him of molesting her lying son. However, it was her endless greed and resentment of his success that never ceased to amaze him. Her behavior after Joan's death had been the final straw for him and there was no way in hell Brian would even consider speaking to her in the future.

In addition to the grief he'd endured from his family and friends, he had also endured a troublesome six months at Kinnetik. First there had been Justin's interference with Stockwell. While Brian admitted that he was better off for not having involved himself with the asshole, it hadn't stopped him from feeling bitter when Justin had refused to involve him with the Deekins account, or any of his successes following the campaign. Next Brian had been overlooked for a Clio nomination and had been forced to witness Justin win the award right out from under him. However, that had not been nearly as harsh as learning that his Brown campaign had failed. Nevertheless, having to ask Justin for help with Remsom had been by far the toughest blow of all.

Yet even with his problems with his family, friends, and Kinnetik, the most troubling aspect of the past six months was, without a doubt, his relationship with Justin. As he had watched Justin take on a more prominent role at Kinnetik, he had felt threatened by the blond's success. He had foolishly believed that by denying Justin a more dominant role in the bedroom, he would be able to curb his insecurities. Unfortunately, his approach had backfired. Justin had quickly become frustrated with Brian's unwillingness to bottom, and he'd chosen to get his needs met elsewhere. Eventually, he had been forced to admit that he didn't like Justin getting his needs met elsewhere. As a result he'd ended up making a fool of himself on The Price Is Right. The experience had forced him to resolve the issue once and for all by renegotiating his agreement with Justin.

One would have thought that after the topping business, things would have settled down. Unfortunately, that had not occurred because soon after, Bonbois had arrived on the scene. It hadn't taken long for Justin to fall under the hockey player's spell, and soon he had stopped communicating with Brian altogether. At the same time, Justin had taken it upon himself to meddle in Brian's relationship with his mother, for which he had yet to forgive him.

However, none of these issues really mattered anymore, not when Brian had fucked up their relationship past the point of no redemption. It was no wonder that after everything he had endured, he was finally at his wits' end.

Setting down his scotch, Brian decided that he'd had enough reminiscing for one evening. There was little he could do to change his life, and if he was going to burn in a hell of his own making, he might as well seek what little pleasure he could derive....

Meanwhile
The Loft

"Christ," Justin groaned as he wobbled to the bathroom sink. After arriving home several hours earlier, the blond's pain had only intensified, and he'd recently vomited for the third time that evening.

Brushing his teeth with a shaky hand, Justin found himself shivering. He had a suspicion that he was beginning to develop a fever as his body seemed to be vacillating between freezing cold to extremely hot. Knowing that sleep was the best thing for him, Justin set his toothbrush down and trekked wearily into the bedroom. While the last thing he wanted was to sleep in the bed, Justin felt too weak to make it to the sofa. He decided that in his present condition, the bed was his only choice.

As he laid back against the pillows and bundled himself under the duvet, Justin couldn't help but think of happier times. The times when things had been simpler, the times when he had believed the two of them had a future, and that deep down Brian loved him just as much as he loved Brian.... However, Justin's thoughts were short-lived as he felt another wave of intense pain crash over him. Soon, all memories were pushed aside as the blond felt himself succumb to the pain....

11:00 p.m.

On his way to Babylon, Jean Philippe decided to stop by Justin's loft to check on him. After several attempts at knocking loudly on the door, Bonbois couldn't let go of the nagging feeling that something wasn't right. Acting on a whim, he reached for the door, and discovered that it was unlocked.

"Justin?" Bonbois called out as he entered the darkened living room.

"Justin?" He attempted again as his eyes picked up on a band of light coming from the bedroom. Sensing that he was probably worrying for no reason, Bonbois decided that it wouldn't hurt to check the bedroom. After all, it wasn't as if he and Kinney got along anyway.

***

"Cheri?" Entering the bedroom Bonbois' expression immediately turned to concern. The last thing he had anticipated was to find Justin lying on the bed curled up in agony.

"Justin?" Jean Philippe tried yet again, as he came to stand beside him. "Mon Dieu, you're absolutely burning up," he observed as he reached over and felt the blond's forehead.

"Justin, can you hear me?" Jean Philippe demanded, as he shook the artist's shoulder as gently as he could.

"So c-cold," Justin whispered in a pained voice. 'H-hurt..."

"I know, mon petit," Bonbois frowned. It was clear that whatever was wrong with Justin was more than an ulcer.

"Justin, can you tell me where the pain is?"

"S-stomach," the blond moaned.
"Can I look at it?" Jean Philippe requested, as he prayed he wouldn't find what he suspected he might find.

"Y-you w-want to look a-at it?"

"That's right, Sunshine," Bonbois confirmed grimly as he pulled Justin's shirt up as carefully as possible.

"B-brian?"

"Brian's not here, mon petit, it's me, Jean Philippe," Bonbois corrected as he studied the blond's abdomen in horror. It was already distended greatly, which meant they had little time.

"Brian it hurts s-so bad...."

"I know, Justin. However I promise it will feel better soon. First we need to get you to hospital."

"H-hopital?"

"That's right," Bonbois confirmed as he mentally calculated which would be faster: driving Justin to the hospital himself or waiting for an ambulance instead.

"No h-hospital," Justin protested.

"Yes hospital," Bonbois repeated as he carefully lifted Justin from the bed and began carrying him out of the loft. He knew that by the time he waited for an ambulance it might be too late for the blond....

11:45 p.m.
Emergency Room
Allegheny General Hospital

Angrily pacing the hospital's waiting room, Jean Philippe was relieved to see his personal physician, Dr. Landry, approach him. While Bonbois trusted the hospital's staff to some degree, he had felt it best to contact his own doctor in this time of crisis. He was one of the top physicians in the state and Jean Philippe knew that he carried tremendous clout at Allegheny General. He was also confident that Landry would ensure Justin received the best care possible, especially since his doctor had a vested interest in keeping him happy.

"How is he?" Bonbois immediately questioned in French. In times of high stress it was not uncommon for his English to fail him.

"Not good I'm afraid," Dr. Landry replied in their native tongue. "I also had Dr. Reynolds, our director of emergency medicine, examine Justin and we both agree that what we are looking at is a severe case of appendicitis."

"That's what I thought," Bonbois frowned. "I take it that's why his abdomen is distended?"

"Unfortunately, the distension combined with the rigidity we felt during our examination, have led us to believe that his appendix has already burst."

"Fuck," Bonbois knew this prognosis was not good.

"Often when the appendix bursts, the patient will develop secondary peritonitis, an inflammation of the peritoneum, which is the membrane lining the abdominal cavity. I'm afraid Justin's symptoms indicate that he has developed the infection, which is why we're preparing to operate immediately."

"Mon dieu!" Jean Philippe sighed.

"I know." Landry placed a comforting hand on Bonbois' shoulder. "I've asked Dr. Morden to perform the surgery. If Justin were a friend or family member of my own, that's who I would want operating on him, and that's why I have requested him on your behalf."

"Thank you, Dr. Landry. He's a good friend, and I would hate to lose him."

"You won't," the doctor assured. "Now why don't you follow me back to the triage area where you can sit with Justin until his surgery. Also, it might be wise to contact his family. While we were able to obtain most of his medical history from our records, it's always beneficial to have someone with first hand knowledge here."

"Of course," Bonbois murmured absently, as he followed Dr. Landry into the E.R.

***

"Hey," Jean Philippe tried to give Justin an assuring smile as he followed Dr. Landry into the blond's cubicle.

"Hey," the blond whispered in a woozy voice.

"You're going to feel better soon," Bonbois assured in a soothing voice while taking a seat beside Justin's bed.

"It just h-hurts so bad."

"I know," Jean Philippe reached for the artist's hand. "However, I promise it will get better. You just have to stay strong, which is something I know you can do," he said as a nurse came by and attached more fluid bags to Justin's IV stand.

"I know, but I'm s-scared," the blond shivered due to his fever.

"Of course you are, Sunshine, but you're going to make it. I promise."

"I...," Justin hesitated in response as he felt another spasm of pain, "Brian!" he suddenly cried out as Bonbois attempted to give his hand a comforting squeeze.

"Shhhh," Jean Philippe whispered.

"B-Brian I'm s-sorry," Justin choked in a voice that tore at Bonbois' heart. While he knew that Justin was delirious with fever, he wasn't sure if he had the heart to tell Justin that he wasn't Brian.

"Dr. Morden is ready for him," Dr. Landry indicated as two nurses came into the cubicle to wheel Justin into the operating room. "But first, I'm going to give you something that is going to relax you Justin," Landry indicated as he placed a needle in the blond's IV.

"Brian," Justin turned to Bonbois with eyes that suddenly became sleepy. "I l-love you...," he whispered.

"I know," Bonbois whispered back sadly as he watched the nurses wheel Justin away. As much he wanted the blond, it had finally hit home that there was only one person Justin would ever love and that was Kinney.

1:30 a.m.
Surgical Waiting Room
Allegheny General Hospital

"Have you heard anything?" Debbie rushed into the surgical waiting room with Michael and Ben following closely behind. After Justin had been wheeled into surgery, Bonbois had been unsure as to whom to contact when it came to locating Brian. He had recalled that Justin was pretty tight with Debbie from the Liberty Diner, and had decided to start by contacting her. Fortunately she had been working the evening shift, and had assured Jean Philippe that she would be on her way to the hospital and that her son Michael would know how to contact him.

"No, not yet," Bonbois raked a worried hand through his hair as Ben and Michael formally introduced themselves.

***

"Any luck?" Bonbois questioned as Michael tried Brian's cell phone again several minutes later.

"No," Michael sighed in frustration. "There's also no answer at the loft."

"Damn him," Debbie swore.

"What about Justin's mother?" Bonbois questioned. "Is he close to her?"

"Very. Unfortunately, she's still in the South Pacific with her new husband, Royce," Debbie indicated. "I'm hoping that Brian has a way to reach her. However, until that asshole..."

Suddenly everyone turned to see Ted, Emmett, and Lindsay rush into the waiting room.

"We came as soon as we heard," Emmett commented breathlessly. "I take it there's been no word on our baby yet?"

"No," Michael frowned. "We also can't get a hold of Brian."

"Have you tried his hotel?" Ted questioned.

"Hotel?" Bonbois repeated. Justin hadn't mentioned Brian being away. However, he suspected that the artist had been too delirious at the time to remember.

"I believe he's still in L.A.," Ted indicated.

"What the fuck is he doing in L.A.?" Debbie demanded in an incredulous tone.

"He's probably there on business, Ma," Michael replied. "Which hotel is he staying at?" he turned his attention to Ted.

"I'm sure it's the Beverly Wilshire. I'll go ahead and give them a call," Ted stated. He was as eager as the others to find Brian.

***

"Are you okay, Monsieur Bonbois?" Lindsay inquired gently. After they had failed to locate Brian at his hotel, she had noticed the hockey player slip outside to be by himself.

"Yeah," Jean Philippe gave a weak nod.

"You know, if it hadn't been for you tonight, Justin could very well be dead, and for that I owe you an extraordinary debt of gratitude," Lindsay said in a choked voice.

"He's a fighter, cherie, and he's also a good friend."

"He is," Lindsay smiled. "I don't know what I would tell Gus if anything happened to him. Hell, Justin's been more of a father to him than Brian."

"I'm sure it won't come to that," Bonbois assured quietly.

"It seems like yesterday that I was lying here in the hospital myself, having just given birth to my son. I couldn't believe it when this adorable seventeen-year-old boy entered my room and changed our lives forever. It's funny, even as I laid there joking about Brian's latest trick, I somehow knew that he was going to be different, and that somehow he was special. It's incredible that four years later, I can't imagine our lives without him."

"I know what you mean," Bonbois chuckled. "I've only known Justin for a short time, but it didn't take me long to realize that he's an amazing person."

"Well, I think he's got an amazing friend in you," Lindsay smiled, knowing full well that Bonbois cared a hell of a lot more than he was willing to admit.

***

"Christ, what time is it in L.A.?" Debbie huffed in irritation.

"It's only midnight, Ma."

"Well, one would think if he's there on business his ass would be back in his hotel room and in bed," Debbie shook her head with disapproval.

"Come on, Deb, this is Brian Kinney we're talking about. He's probably in some decadent nightclub in West Hollywood getting his dick sucked," Ted reasoned.

"Teddy does have a point," Emmett sighed.

"Yet another reason for him to practice monogamy," Debbie frowned. "By the time he puts his dick back in his pants his partner could be very well dead for all we know."

"Deb, Justin's in the best hands possible," Ben assured as he put a supportive arm around his mother-in-law. "There's no reason why he won't make it. What's important for us is to remain calm."

"I know, it's just that he's one of my boys, and I can't help but love him like a son," Debbie declared, as suddenly everyone turned to see the surgeon walking towards them.

***

"How is he?" Jean Philippe asked after Dr. Morden had led him and Debbie into a consultation room.

"The surgery was successful. We were able to remove Justin's diseased appendix and drain his peritoneal fluid."

"That's wonderful," Debbie sighed openly in relief.

"Unfortunately, I wish I had more good news beyond that. I'm afraid that while we were operating Justin experienced a condition known as septic shock. This is often a complication of an infection such as the one he has, and it can cause the organs to function improperly or fail. We currently have him on a regimen of strong antibiotics and are monitoring his condition carefully. I suspect that the next twenty-four hours are going to be critical as it is imperative that we elevate his blood pressure and restore his blood volume."

"W-will he recover?" Bonbois inquired with worry.

"There's no reason why he can't make a full recovery. However, septic shock is a complex condition and the next several hours are going to be crucial."

"When can we see him?" Debbie asked as she felt Jean Philippe squeeze her hand supportively.

"He'll be in recovery for the next few hours, but will be moved to intensive care from there. Once he's moved, you should be able to see him."

"Thank you, doctor," Bonbois said before he followed a clearly distraught Debbie from the room.

It was obvious that with Justin in as grave a condition as he was, they would need to do everything in their power to locate both Brian and his mother. Bonbois only hoped that by the time they did, it wouldn't be too late...

5:30 a.m.
Beverly Wilshire

Upon entering his hotel suite, after what could only be described as an excessive pain management binge, Brian chose to ignore the sound of the phone ringing and headed into the bathroom instead. As he stared at his bloodshot eyes and morning stubble, he knew he had quite a bit of work to do in order to make himself presentable for his meeting with Remsom. While he knew he should have allowed himself at least a few hours of sleep, he had been so entrenched in his pain management that he hadn't even realized the amount of time that had passed before it had been too late to do anything about it.

Even now as he winced at the throbbing in his head, Brian couldn't help but think back to his night of endless drugs and anonymous sex. When it came to his pain management needs, L.A. had certainly known how to cater. It had been, by far, one of the most pleasurable evenings to date.

***

Wrapping himself in one of the hotel's plush bathrobes, Brian exited the bathroom in the hopes that he could perhaps catch an hour of sleep before his meeting. He was about to take off the robe and pull back the bedcovers when the phone on the bedside table started ringing again.

"Who the fuck is calling this early?" Brian muttered, as he reached for the phone.

"Kinney," he answered gruffly.

"Brian is that you?" came Michael's voice.

"Of course it's me, who else would it be and why the fuck are you calling me this early?" he demanded with irritation.

"I... You need to come home," Michael stated uncomfortably.

"Come home? Are you out of your fucking mind? In less than three hours I'm supposed to be giving a multi-million dollar proposal."

"Look, I don't care what the fuck you're doing. Just book yourself on the first flight home."

"Why, Mikey? Has marriage with the professor already turned sour?"

"I don't even know why I fucking bother with you anymore, Brian. Christ, if it weren't for Justin I wouldn't even be calling you..."

"Justin?" Brian suddenly interrupted, his tone laced with fear.

"Look, I don't have time to get into it right now, the doctor's just arrived. If you want to know what's going on try listening to your voicemail for a change. I'll have my cell phone on if you feel like talking then," Michael indicated before ending the call abruptly.

"Justin? Doctor? What the fuck is going on?" Brian wondered aloud as he swiftly grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table.

***

Ten minutes later, Brian sat on the bed staring at the cell phone in his hands. He felt utterly paralyzed after having listened to the twenty messages left by the family. Words could not describe the sick feeling he felt inside. It killed him to know that when Justin had needed him most, he had been too consumed with indulging in his vices to be there. It pained him to know that because of his own selfish needs he might never see Justin again.

It was at this moment that Brian finally realized the enormity of what he had done. For he realized that without Justin, his life would be truly meaningless.

While he could berate himself all he wanted for failing to realize that Justin was everything, Brian knew it would do little to help the situation. The only thing that mattered now was getting back to Pittsburgh. Brian didn't care if Justin refused to forgive him, or even spoke to him again. All he cared about was seeing the man he loved once more before it was too late....

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 18

2008-01-02T05:05:02Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 18

Sunday, July 18th
11:00 a.m.
The Loft

"Two grand for an espresso maker?" Justin stared at Ben and Michael's wedding registry with amusement. "Who the fuck needs an LED display screen on their coffee maker?" he chuckled as he studied it on the Williams-Sonoma website.

Scrolling down to the next item, Justin found his mind wandering back to Bonbois' birthday celebration at Babylon. After sharing a steamy dance with Jean Philippe, Justin had unwittingly followed the hockey player back to his loft. Once there, Bonbois had tempted him with his invitingly full lips and amazingly toned physique. Yet, as much as Justin had wanted to drown himself in Jean Philippe's body, in the end, he hadn't been able to give into the temptation.

As Justin pulled away from his enticing neighbor, he knew that he was making the right decision. As angry and hurt as he was with Brian, the artist knew that having sex with Bonbois would only serve to worsen things. He knew that if he let Bonbois fuck him, there would be no denying the emotional connection he felt. It was because of this connection that Justin had halted the evening abruptly. Since then, the blond had made a conscious effort to avoid his neighbor and focus his energy on his relationship with Brian.

While Justin had been optimistic that he and Brian would manage to work through their problems, he'd experienced little success over the course of the past week. Between the Remsom campaign and Brian's continued pain management, Justin had seen little of his partner. He was aware that they couldn't keep prolonging their problems, but had quickly realized that it would be next to impossible to accomplish anything until Brian finished his proposal.

"Pierre the pig?" Justin almost jumped from his chair at the sound of his lover's familiar drawl.

"I didn't think you were awake," the blond murmured as Brian ran a hand through his sleep tousled hair.

"I thought I might stop by the office this afternoon," Brian remarked as he studied the hideous hand-painted statue of a French pig dressed as a chef, holding a chalkboard with the word "bonjour" written across it. "What the fuck is that?" he scowled openly.

"A French pig holding a blackboard?" Justin shrugged in response.

"Let me guess, Bonbois has one in his kitchen."

"Yeah, right," the blond shook his head. "I'm actually looking at Michael and Ben's registry."

"Registry?" Brian gave his partner a blank stare.

"Wedding registry," Justin elaborated. "Emmett insisted they register for wedding gifts at Williams-Sonoma. If you ask me, it looks like he may have been a bit overzealous when it came to helping the newlyweds make their selections."

"You can say that again," Brian concurred as his eyes scanned the list. "To think, I thought Mikey still had some sanity left. Obviously I was wrong."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with registering," Justin objected.

"Please Sunshine, don't tell me you're actually going to waste your money on a gift."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because what they're doing is utterly ridiculous and an insult to queers everywhere."

"I doubt that asking for a fondue pot is a slight to gays everywhere. If you ask me, I think it's wonderful that they're taking advantage of the whole marriage movement. If ever there was a better couple suited for marriage, it's Ben and Michael."

"Spare me the nauseating bullshit, Sunshine. You and I both know that marriage is a sham. Hell, all we have to do is look at our own parents to see why one should not get married. Besides, we're queers Justin, and queers don't marry. Now why don't you stop deluding yourself with silly notions of cake stands and cheese trays and start..."

"Did you ever stop to think that perhaps I no longer give a shit about your opinions concerning marriage?" Justin interrupted, angered at his partner's attempts to belittle him. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I want to be a part of Ben and Michael's happiness?"

"Then by all means, go ahead and sell out like the rest of the family," Brian invited bitterly.

"I think I'll do that," Justin retorted as he grabbed the printout of the registry along with his car keys. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm heading to the mall, where I plan on spending a shit load of cash on Ben and Michael's gift," the blond huffed as he stormed out of the loft.

***

Half an hour later, Brian found himself pacing the loft, contemplating his latest argument with Justin. While he knew it probably hadn't been a smart idea to provoke the blond, he couldn't help but feel animosity towards Justin. Since discovering Justin's sketches of Bonbois and seeing the two together at Babylon, Brian hadn't been able to suppress the image of them together. Time after time, he found himself focusing on the Frenchman's lips plundering Justin's mouth. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, after witnessing the kiss, Brian was certain that Justin was having an affair with the Frenchman.

However, as certain as he was, he was somewhat puzzled by the blond's behavior over the course of the past week. One would have assumed that with things being as hot and heavy with Bonbois as they appeared, Justin would be all too eager to leave him for his lover. Yet, even with all of their recent arguing, it seemed that the artist was intent on staying.

While Brian had every expectation that Justin would eventually leave, he found himself wondering what was keeping his partner around. He wondered if Justin felt an obligation towards him. It was also possible that he was worried about his future at Kinnetik. As much as Brian knew that he would never take Kinnetik away from his partner, he wished Justin would come to a decision soon concerning their future.

Tuesday
Noon
The Diner

After having spent his morning at Liberty Air, Brian decided to stop by the diner on his way back to the office. As he entered the crowded restaurant, he found his eyes immediately falling on Michael and Ben who were seated in the gang's usual booth with Emmett and Ted.

"I think Godiva chocolates would make a fabulous wedding favor," Brian could hear Emmett offer enthusiastically as he neared their table.

"They're awfully expensive, aren't they?" Michael began to protest.

"In addition to having an appallingly high calorie count," Brian interjected, taking a seat in the booth behind the others.

"U-uh, hey, Brian," Michael murmured uncomfortably.

"Mikey."

"W-what brings you here this afternoon?" Emmett questioned nervously. He prayed that the man would refrain from making a scene.

"Lunch?" Brian rolled his eyes at the stupidity of Emmett's question. "So, Mikey, how are the wedding plans coming? From what Justin's mentioned it sounds like it's going to be quite the spectacle."

"Shouldn't you be working on your Remsom proposal?" Ted inquired, in an attempt to change the subject.

"Instead of wasting my time listening to the pathetic chatter of silly queers with ridiculous notions..."

"I think that's enough, Brian," Ben interrupted. "You may disapprove of our marriage all you want, but it by no means gives you the right to sit here and insult us. Now, why don't you do us all a favor and get lost."

"Gladly," Brian muttered as he stood from his booth. "However before I go I want to make one thing clear," he announced, turning to face his best friend. "When you open that $200 rice cooker Justin bought for you, just make sure you remember that I had nothing to do with it. There's still at least one queer in Pittsburgh who hasn't sold out when it comes to the ridiculous institution of marriage."

4:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"Not bad, Frasier," Brian commented as he studied the recently completed boards for Remsom. After storming out of the diner, he had taken Ted's advice and had returned to the office to work on his proposal.

"I thought you would like them. Murph," he said, referring to one of the artists in the art department, "did an outstanding job."

"That he did," Brian concurred as he looked up to see Justin standing in his doorway.

"Hi Justin," Eric greeted. "You're just in time to see the new Remsom boards."

"Cool."

"Here," Eric said, handing Justin a board. "What do you think?"

"It's an interesting slogan," Justin murmured, as he studied the board with interest.

"Brian thought it best to focus our campaign on optimism and quality of life," Eric indicated while Justin continued to examine the boards.

"Well, with a slogan like 'back on top', he's certainly done that," Justin offered with a hint of skepticism. "Although one would think that the consumer might prefer something a little more honest."

"Honest?" Surprised, Frasier stared back at Justin.

"If you ask me, the ads seem misleading. They make it seem like you can pop some pill and you'll feel good as new."

"Isn't that the whole purpose of our campaign?" Brian reminded tersely.

"What? So you can tell someone who feels like shit most of the time that he can delude himself into thinking he can climb Mt. Everest?" the blond argued.

"That's it exactly. The market isn't interested in the truth, Justin. All it's concerned with is the quick fix that Endovir will provide."

"I'm going to have to agree with Brian on this one," Frasier remarked. "The last thing the market wants is the truth, not when we can provide it with hope and optimism instead."

"You're certainly giving it that," Justin frowned. "However, I'm sure you two know best. Misleading or not, it's still a strong campaign."

"I'm glad you agree," Frasier nodded. "Now if you'll please excuse me, I need to have a word with Murph."

***

"I take it there's something you wanted?" Brian inquired once Frasier had left. He was furious with the blond for having the audacity to criticize his campaign.

"Actually there is," Justin confirmed coolly. "Earlier this afternoon I had an interesting phone conversation with Emmett. I thought you might want to shed some light on why you felt the ridiculous need to tell Michael about my gift."

"I see we're back to that," Brian grimaced.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Brian?" Justin demanded. "Why would you do something that cruel to Michael?"

"Perhaps I wasn't interested in associating myself with foolishness."

"Of course," Justin gave Brian an incredulous stare. "I should have known better than to ask such a silly question. God forbid my partner might embarrass himself by doing such a tasteless thing as buying his best friend a wedding present."

"That's right Sunshine, you should know better. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend...."

"By all means, don't let me keep you," Disgusted, Justin cut Brian off and left the office.

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

Hours later, Brian slid open the door to find the loft filled with darkness. As he turned on the light switch, Brian knew without being told that Justin was with Bonbois. After their latest argument, it would only make sense that the blond would want to lick his wounds with the repugnant Frenchman.

Setting his briefcase down and loosening his tie, Brian found himself automatically reaching for a bottle of Beam. He didn't want to spend what was left of the day pacing the loft and torturing himself with the image of them fucking. He didn't want to stand there like some pathetic fool, wondering when it would finally be over, or when Justin would finally get up the courage to leave him for good.

As he stared at the bottle in his hand, Brian knew that there was only so much more he could take; only so many more nights he could drown his sorrows in a bottle of Beam. He knew that if Justin didn't act soon, he was finally going to have to take matters into his own hands. Sooner or later, something had to give, and as difficult as it would be, Brian knew he had only a few options left.

Thursday, July 22nd
Noon
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Returning to his office, after a meeting with his Remsom team, Brian was surprised to learn that Ben was waiting to see him. Knowing that the professor was more than likely going to make some pathetic last-ditch effort to change his mind, Brian reluctantly agreed to see him.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for the big event?" Brian drawled sarcastically as Ben took a seat across from his desk.

"Look, just do me a favor and drop the sarcasm, Brian. You know why I'm here."

"You're right, I do," Brian confirmed. "So, you can stop wasting our time, because I have no intention of changing my mind."

"Even if it would mean the world to Michael?" Ben posed.

"Michael doesn't know what he feels. Just look at how he's deluded himself into buying into this marriage nonsense of yours."

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe Michael isn't deluding himself? That maybe he wants this marriage to work just as much as I do?"

"Spare me the touching bullshit," Brian scoffed. "We both know your marriage is nothing but a sham, and we both know that queers aren't meant to marry. You can delude yourself all you want, but it's not going to change the fact that you're queer, and that queers don't marry, they fuck."

"So, you're content to sit back and watch over sixteen years of friendship dissolve before your very eyes?"

"Mikey will come to his senses. He always does," Brian promised confidently.

"You obviously don't know your best friend as well as you think. There comes a point in time when you can only push someone so far, Brian. If you think Michael's going to step aside and let you trample all over his feelings this time, you've got another thing coming. I can assure that if you don't put your bitterness aside and offer Michael the support he deserves, I think you'll find he won't be as forgiving this time," Ben warned.

"I'll be the judge of that."

"I'm sure you will," Ben laughed bitterly. He should have known that he wouldn't get anywhere with Brian.

Friday
2:00 p.m.
The Sherbourne Hotel

Having concluded a lunch meeting with Scott Matthews, Brian was surprised to spot Emmett in the hotel lobby.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Kinney," Emmett shook his head with disapproval as he eyed Brian's approach.

"Nice to see you too, Emile," Brian smirked. "What brings you to such a high-class establishment on this fine afternoon?"

"Your best friend's wedding," Emmett revealed stiffly. "Although I'm sure you had no idea that Justin arranged for Michael and Ben to have their wedding here at the Sherbourne."

"How quaint," Brian rolled his eyes.

"I have to hand it to you Brian, not everyone as skilled and as clever as you could have fucked up their lives to the extent that you've done yours."

"Always one to dispense with compliments, aren't you Emile?"

"You know me too well. You should also know that I'm well aware you were the one who referred my services to your god-awful client's wife. It didn't take a genius to realize it once Mrs. Matthews mentioned her husband was a big-shot at Liberty Air."

"I'm glad I could be of service," Brian laughed coldly.

"Tell me, Brian, was it some type of sick revenge you thought you could whip up for me?"

"You give yourself too much credit, Emmett. Although, I did receive some satisfaction from watching you squirm. It was the least I could do after what you did to Justin."

"I suppose it's too bad he's chosen to forgive me. I wish I could say the same for you. However, considering what an asshole you've been, I can't say I'm surprised."

"Personally, I don't see how it's any of your goddamn business."

"You're right," Emmett conceded. "Nevertheless, if I were in your shoes, I would keep my eye out for a certain French Canadian hockey player. You never know, one of these days you might finally lose Justin," he warned, causing Brian to stalk out of the hotel in response. It was clear that he had finally hit a nerve where Mr. Kinney was concerned.

5:00 p.m.
The Loft

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Justin stared sadly at his reflection. As he took in his hallowed eyes and pasty skin, it was hard to imagine that he was dressing for the wedding of two close friends, not when his own relationship was in tatters.

Over the course of the past week, it had become increasingly apparent that he no longer had the energy to keep fighting for Brian. The more he struggled with his feelings the more he realized that he was no longer confident that he could continue to put himself through the constant misery that had been eating away at him for weeks.

Justin knew that as he watched Michael and Ben exchange their vows and openly declare their love that he would be mourning the loss of his own; a love that had once meant the world to him. Only now it had turned into something that was so torn and mangled that he was uncertain if it was even worth the effort to repair. For as hard as he tried to keep holding on, he sensed that it was only a matter of time before he loosened his grasp once and for all...

***

Fifteen minutes later, Justin made his way into the kitchen. As he put his suit jacket on and reached for his car keys, he was surprised to hear the sound of the key turning in the lock.

"What are you doing home?" Justin questioned quietly as Brian entered the loft.

"Since when is it a crime to come home from work early on a Friday afternoon?" Brian drawled as he set his briefcase down and loosened his tie.

"For you, it is."

"Perhaps I was bored," Brian shrugged.

"Somehow I doubt that. Maybe you've come to your senses and have finally decided to attend your best friend's wedding," the blond asked hopefully.

"I take it you still haven't come to yours?" Brian observed as he eyed Justin's suit.

"You know, it's not too late."

"Too late for what?"

"To stop being an asshole and to do the right thing," Justin stated.

"The right thing," Brian rolled his eyes in disgust. "What do you know about the right thing?" he demanded bitterly.

"A hell of a lot more than you," Justin retorted. "However, if you want to destroy over sixteen years of a beautiful friendship, then by all means do so. Just remember that in the end you'll be the one who is ultimately responsible for its destruction."

***

Minutes later, Brian stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette as he thought back to Justin's warning. As reluctant as he was to admit it, he knew that by refusing to support Michael in his marriage he was potentially risking their friendship. Deep down he knew how much Mikey wanted his approval, and that in refusing to offer it he may have finally pushed his best friend too far.

While he was still against marriage, Brian wondered if maybe he was being too harsh where Michael was concerned. After everything they had been through together, he supposed it wouldn't kill him to put his issues aside, and be there for his best friend. He could still make it clear that he didn't believe in marriage, but that he was willing to allow Michael the freedom make his own choices. Resigned in his decision, he put out his cigarette and headed toward the bedroom. He still had a good hour if he wanted to make it to the wedding on time.

6:20 p.m.
The Loft Garage

As he made his way toward his Corvette, dressed in one of his best summer suits, Brian was annoyed to see Bonbois heading in his direction.

"Kinney," the French Canadian greeted gruffly.

"Bonbois."

"Aren't you a little overdressed for another evening of endless debauchery," Jean Philippe observed dryly.

"What's it to you?"

"Maybe you should be spending time with your partner instead?"

"Maybe I am."

"Somehow I doubt it," Bonbois laughed knowingly. "You know, Kinney, if I had a hot little piece like Justin, I'd want to make sure I kept a close eye on him," Bonbois advised casually. "Especially when all one has to do is suck on that one spot on the hollow of his neck to watch him go up in flames."

"I take it you have that on authority?" Brian questioned coolly. He couldn't believe the audacity of the man to blatantly boast his affair with Justin.

"Among many other things," Bonbois grinned smugly.

"Huh," Brian acknowledged in an impassive tone. "Perhaps we'll have to exchange tips some time," he shrugged before brushing past his nemesis and heading toward his car, not about to reveal the pain and anger that was currently tearing at his insides.

10:30 p.m.
The Sherbourne Hotel Garden

Several hours later, Justin found himself sitting on a bench in the hotel garden smoking a cigarette. While he was relieved that Ben & Michael's wedding had turned out to be a moving and beautiful occasion, he felt disappointed that his partner had failed to attend. While Brian had made it abundantly clear on more than one occasion that he would be having no part in the nuptials, his protests hadn't been enough to stop Justin from hoping that he would finally come to his senses. Yet, as the hours had passed, it had become increasingly obvious that Brian had refused to have a change of heart.

"Mind if I join you?" Justin's thoughts were interrupted as he looked over to see Debbie standing beside him.

"Sure," Justin invited, making room on the bench for his surrogate mother.

"It was a beautiful wedding," Debbie smiled. "More than any mother could hope for her son."

"I'm glad you think so, Deb."

"However as beautiful as it was, it didn't stop me from wishing Brian were here to see it."

"Me too, Deb."

"But then I realized that maybe the time has come for us to let go."

"Let go?" Justin turned to look at Debbie with surprise.

"Sometimes there comes a point in time when we have to step aside and let those we love make their own way, Sunshine."

"What if we don't want to, Deb? What if we can't?"

"As difficult as it may seem, sometimes it's the only thing we can do," Debbie sighed.

"Even if it hurts like hell?" Justin whispered sadly as he felt his eyes well with tears.

"Even if it hurts like hell," Debbie reached across and gently brushed Justin's cheek. "I know you feel like your heart is being torn in two..."

"If only I knew how to get through to him, Deb. If only he would let me be there for him."

"I know, baby. We all wish he would let us be there for him, but it's too late now. He's made his choices, and now the only thing we can do is allow him the space to live with them."

"And what if I'm not prepared to do that?" Justin posed.

"Then don't. But don't ever let him destroy who you are, Sunshine," Debbie stated in a gentle but firm voice. "You're too good for that."

"I won't," Justin nodded weakly, grateful for her advice.

Meanwhile
The Backroom
Babylon

Leaning against the wall, oblivious to the trick worshipping his cock, Brian's thoughts were troubled by what he knew he had to do. After hearing Bonbois' sordid revelations in the parking garage, Brian had forsaken his plans to attend the wedding and had wound up at the baths instead. There he had attempted to drown his pain with an endless array of drugs and sex. Yet, everything he tried had been useless when it came to dulling his pain.

Brian knew now what he had been denying for weeks. The cold hard reality of the situation was that Justin wasn't going to leave him. Not when he felt bound by some type of senseless obligation towards him. In a sick way, this whole fucked scenario reminded Brian of the fiddler days. Justin was again refusing to make a decision like he had then. The only way Brian had been able to force his hand had been to push the artist off one hell of a cliff.

Now Brian was left with the same predicament. He could continue to tolerate this appalling state of limbo, or he could take matters into his own hands and push Justin away for good. As reluctant as he was to do that, he knew there was no other choice; not when he didn't think he could stomach another minute of knowing that his blond was fucking the repulsive Frenchman. Not when what he wanted more than anything was to reclaim his old life, a life that didn't include the responsibilities of a partner and the shackles of a relationship.

Resolved in what needed to be done, Brian decided to indulge in more pain management. Even though he was the one making the final decision, it didn't mean that what he was about to do wasn't going to hurt like hell...

3:00 a.m.
The Loft

Having stayed until the very end of Michael and Ben's reception, Justin found himself filled with a sense of foreboding as he turned the key in the lock. After speaking with Debbie, he had finally come to terms with what needed to be done. As difficult as it was going to be, Justin knew the time had come for him to make a decision concerning his future with Brian.

Quietly entering the darkened loft, Justin set his keys on the kitchen counter and shed his suit coat and tie. Deciding that any conversation with Brian could wait until the following morning, Justin treaded wearily toward the bedroom...

***

"Oh my God," Justin suddenly breathed in utter shock as he slid open the doors to the bedroom and took in the revolting sight laid out before him. Never in a million years had he expected to find Brian in the process of fucking two tricks in their bed.

"Care to join us?" Justin heard Brian's voice inquire casually while he stood transfixed at the sight of his partner's latest betrayal.

"There's plenty of room," Brian's voice came again, only this time it sent Justin bolting into the bathroom, only to make it in the nick of time.

***

As he laid back against his pillows, allowing the two tricks to worship his body, Brian felt his chest fill with pain at the sound of Justin retching. The shock-filled look of disgust on his lover's face before he had bolted into the bathroom had been all the proof Brian needed to know that it was finally over. He had finally passed the point of no redemption. For now with Justin out of the picture, he could truly experience the fires of his own hell in a way he had never experienced them before....

The Following Morning
11:00 a.m.
The Loft

Suppressing a groan at the morning sun that filtered its way into the bedroom, Brian reached his hand out, only to find the other side of the bed noticeably vacant. Deciding it best to sit up and make his way into the bathroom for an aspirin to relieve the pounding in his forehead, Brian was suddenly assailed with images of the night before.

"Fuck," Brian raked an agonized hand through his sleep-tousled hair as he was haunted by the image of Justin exiting the bathroom after having discovered him with the tricks. While he had known that Justin would leave, the memory of the blond fleeing the loft without even giving him so much as a backwards glance left Brian feeling sick with the knowledge that once again his cliff had worked its ugly magic.

Now, Brian found himself sitting in his bed, wondering where Justin had gone. He knew the logical choice was Bonbois, yet the thought of his lover taking comfort in the Frenchman's body was more disturbing than he cared to admit, especially since it had been his decision to push the blond away once and for all.

Midnight
The Sherbourne Hotel

Justin stared vacantly at the city lights from the window of his hotel room. His hair was tousled, his eyes were shadowed with pain, and he hadn't bothered with shaving. He'd spent most of the day drowning his sorrows with a bottle of whiskey and an endless count of cigarettes.

Even though he had been strongly considering ending his relationship with Brian, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his partner's final betrayal. For even as he had been bracing himself for the pain that lie ahead, there was nothing that could possibly have compared to the pain of seeing Brian with those two tricks in their bed.

After everything they had shared, and everything they had built together, it was difficult for Justin to imagine the events of the past few months. All it had taken was the sight of Brian with the two tricks for him to face the cold, hard reality that his partner no longer gave a damn about their future. The man he had once loved more than anything in the world had changed beyond his recognition. Now all that was left was a cold, hard, and distant man, who not only refused to love, but refused to be loved in return. Brian had become a man so wrapped up in his own twisted vices that he had finally managed to push away the one person who wanted more than anything to give him the love and happiness he deserved.

Sunday
2:30 p.m.
Downtown Pittsburgh

Turning his jeep out of the hotel parking garage, Justin reached for a cigarette. He didn't care that he looked like hell. He didn't care that he hadn't bothered to change his clothes in the past two days. Justin now felt empty inside as if he were completely gutted of all feeling except for the numbing pain that now filled his heart.

Yet as numb as he was, he knew he couldn't hide forever. Not when there were things to be done, not when there was still a business to run. As reluctant as he was, it was time he returned home, even if it wouldn't be his home for much longer. However, Justin was aware that the sooner he faced Brian, the sooner he could begin rebuilding his future.

3:00 p.m.
The Loft

Sitting barefoot on the sofa, Brian took another drag off his cigarette. He was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a white t-shirt. He knew he was acting like a pathetic fool, but it didn't stop him from sitting there and thinking about Justin. Hell, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the blond ever since the night he'd walked out. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't block the painful image of Justin seeing him with the tricks.

Bonbois aside, Brian knew he had hurt Justin in a way that had surpassed any of his previous acts. While a vengeful part of Brian had hoped that Justin's hurt would somehow serve as adequate justice for his own pain, he realized now that deliberately hurting Justin had only served to intensify his own pain. However, before Brian could ponder the situation further, his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened.

***

Turning in surprise, Brian's eyes darted across the living room to observe Justin entering the loft. Knowing he had no right to say anything, Brian chose instead to remain silent as he watched Justin make his way towards him.

"Hey," Justin murmured uncomfortably as Brian watched him carefully take a seat on a chair across from him. It only took Brian a split second to notice the blond's haggard appearance. To say that Justin looked horrible was an understatement.

"Hey," he offered quietly, as he tried to suppress the twinge of guilt he felt at Justin's appearance.

"I, uh, I don't really know what to say," Justin frowned with tension.

"You could start with what you're doing here," Brian suggested with a careless shrug.

"Last time I checked, I lived here." Justin retorted. "Still, I think it would be best if I got my own place," he continued tightly. "I'm not really sure I can stay here anymore, and I'm not all that convinced you want me to."

"I always said there were no locks on our doors," Brian reminded in a cold voice. "If you want to leave, leave."

"I, uh, I'm not all that sure how long it's going to take to find somewhere..."

"Why find somewhere else?" Brian questioned. "Why not move in with Bonbois?"

"Bonbois?" Justin repeated.

"Your lover," Brian elaborated.

"My what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Sunshine. I know all about you and your Frenchman," Brian revealed icily as Justin proceeded to look back at him with a baffled expression on his face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Christ, Justin, do I really need to spell it out for you?" Annoyed, Brian raked his hand through his hair.

"Spell out what?"

"That you've been fucking Bonbois since God knows when," Brian disgustedly stated.

"Let me get this straight. You think Bonbois and I are having an affair?" Justin questioned incredulously.

"Spare me the indignant act, Sunshine. I'm on to you. Always have been, always will be."

"Well, if you're so on to me then you should fucking know that I have NEVER fucked Jean Philippe."

"Bullshit. I've seen your sketchbooks."

"My sketchbooks?" Justin parroted.

"The ones filled with nude sketches of the bastard."

"I don't fucking believe this," Justin shook his head in disbelief. "You're honestly telling me that because you snooped in my sketchbooks and found nude pictures of Bonbois that you automatically assumed we were fucking?"

"Of course I assumed you were fucking," Brian stood up from the couch and began pacing angrily.

"Did it ever cross that thick-headed skull of yours that maybe, just maybe, there was another explanation for the sketches?" Justin demanded.

"Why would it? The sketches spoke for themselves, Sunshine."

"Tell me Brian, when you left for your pain management binge in Ibiza, did you ever once consider the thought that you might be forgetting something?"

"What the fuck does Ibiza have to do with this?" Brian tersely interrogated.

"Well, maybe if you had stopped acting like a selfish prick for five seconds you would have remembered your promise concerning my final art project," Justin clarified. "However, as usual, you were too busy playing the arrogant asshole who's only concerned with his own fucking needs."

"What the fuck does your art...." Suddenly Brian remembered the conversation he'd had with Justin about his final art project and his promise to act as his model.

"Needless to say, when you left for your fuck binge, you left me in quite a quagmire. Not only did you leave me without a model, you also left me with no time to find a replacement. Luckily, Jean Philippe offered to pose in your place. If he hadn't, I could very well have failed."

"So this is suddenly supposed to make me believe that things are innocent between you and Bonbois?"

"Y-yes," the artist hesitated.

"Don't lie to me, Justin. I saw you kissing him at Babylon a few weeks ago."

"Just because I kissed him doesn't mean I fucked him."

"Somehow I find that hard to believe."

"Believe it, although why I should even bother defending myself with you is beyond me. It's not as if you deserve it."

"Justin..."

"You know, Brian, there were several occasions on which I thought about fucking Bonbois. Do you want to know why?" the blond demanded while Brian chose to remain silent. "The answer is quite simple; Bonbois reminds me of the man I fell in love with four years ago. A man who believed in me. A man who was honest and remained unfailingly true to his beliefs and promises. A man who wasn't afraid to take a risk and open himself up to the one person who cared about him more than anyone else in the world. Nevertheless, as much Bonbois reminded me of the man you used to be, I wasn't about to allow myself to fuck him."

"Why not?" Brian questioned with a whisper, not quite believing the mess he had made.

"Because I knew deep down that he would only be a substitute for the man I really wanted, as pathetic and sick as it may seem, I loved you," Justin choked. "And I was determined to remain faithful."

"Look, Justin I..."

"Don't, Brian. I don't think I want to hear it. You've made yourself abundantly clear. As for trusting me, it's obvious you never did," the blond declared with disgust. "At least now I should consider myself fortunate to know where I stand," he said before quietly exiting the loft, shattered by Brian's lack of faith in him.

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

Brian once again found himself in front of the window smoking a cigarette and staring out at the city lights. He couldn't believe that he had made such a grave misjudgment where Justin and Bonbois were concerned. While the evidence had been damning, he hadn't even bothered to give Justin the benefit of the doubt when it came to their obnoxious neighbor. Instead, he had automatically believed the worst and had acted accordingly.

Brian thought he should feel relieved. He'd accomplished what he had set out to achieve. Justin was gone and his old life was his for the taking. Instead, he was filled with regret. As consumed with his demons as he was, he had never wanted things to end with Justin the way they had. He regretted the fact that he had managed to turn something so beautiful into something so ugly. Nevertheless, he was resigned to the fact that it was too late for him to repair the damage that had already been done. There would be no new beginning for them, only an ending.

***

After allowing himself adequate time to cool off, Justin returned to the loft. While disinclined at the prospect of returning, it was still his home for the time being, and he was desperately in need of a change of clothes.

Justin reluctantly entered the bedroom and made for the closet. He was surprised to see Brian sitting up in bed smoking a cigarette, watching him with an odd expression on his face. If Justin didn't know better he would almost say it was regret. However, he was confident that the last thing Brian was capable of feeling was regret.

"I'm flying out to L.A. tomorrow." Justin suddenly jumped at the sound of Brian's voice. "I've got meetings lined up with Remsom, and if all goes well, I expect to be there for the remainder of the week."

"Oh," the blond wasn't sure what else he should say.

"Anyway, there's no sense in looking for a place to crash, not when you can do that here," Brian indicated.

"I...," Justin found himself hesitating.

"It would give you a couple extra days to find an adequate place of your own."

"True," Justin sighed. He supposed it wouldn't kill him to sleep on the sofa for a few nights, especially if Brian was going to be out of town.

"You should also give some careful consideration to your future at Kinnetik," Brian advised.

"It's your call," Justin murmured. The business meant more to Brian than it did to him. Besides, if Brian didn't want him to continue at Kinnetik, Justin knew he would somehow land on his feet; he always did.

"I think you should consider staying. Regardless of our personal differences, we both know that the business needs you," Brian stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"There's no need to make any decisions now," Justin offered. "However, as you've always said a deal's a deal. If you want me to stay on, I'll give it some careful consideration. Now, I need to get some sleep. I've got an early meeting with Leland tomorrow," he said as he reached for a pillow and blanket and headed into the living room.

***

Hours later, Brian found himself lying awake in bed. Sleep was impossible with knowledge that Justin was asleep nearby on the sofa.

While he knew he should feel grateful that Justin seemed open to staying at Kinnetik, and that he had agreed to stay at the loft for a few more days, Brian felt saddened by the current state of their relationship. As much as he knew that it was finally over between them, he wondered if things could have been different. Yet all the postmortems in the world wouldn't change the fact that he had hurt Justin in ways he had never imagined, and that he had damaged their relationship beyond repair. Now all that was left was his own sense of self-loathing and a soul that was burning in a hell of its own making....

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 17

2008-01-02T05:03:53Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 17

Sunday, July 4th
1:30 p.m.
The Loft

"Hey," Justin smiled at Brian as he entered the loft carrying a grocery bag filled with fresh fruit.

"Hey," Brian looked up from his newspaper. "Find what you were looking for?"

"Yep," the blond nodded in confirmation. "It should be perfect for this afternoon," he added, referring to Debbie and Vic's Fourth of July barbecue. "You're planning on attending, aren't you?"

"You know holiday barbecues are hardly my scene. Besides, the calorie content of Vic's apple pie alone is enough to keep me on the treadmill for weeks."

"Somehow I doubt you'll be partaking in it," Justin laughed.

"You know me too well, Sunshine."

"Well enough to know that twisting your arm and forcing you to attend would be a futile effort on my part?"

"You got it."

"But don't you think you should..." the artist began to protest as he watched his lover stand up from the sofa and saunter his way towards him.

"What?" Brian smirked. "Do this?" he purred before reaching in and capturing Justin's lips in a burning kiss, making it clear that he had other more pressing matters on his mind.

***

"Don't tell me you're still going to Deb's," Brian groaned as he watched Justin roll out of bed and search for his clothes.

"I promised I would. It's still not too late to change your mind."

"Nice try," Brian smirked.

"It was worth a shot," the blond shrugged. "What should I tell the others about your absence?"

"That something came up," Brian offered nonchalantly as he reached for his cock and absently began stroking it, confident that he could change Justin's mind when it came to his afternoon plans.

5:00 p.m.
Debbie and Vic's Backyard

After yet another heated fuck with Brian, followed by a steamy shower, Justin finally made his way into Debbie and Vic's backyard.

"Sunshine!" Debbie smiled excitedly at her favorite blond. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it."

"As you can see I'm here," Justin smiled.

"And your worse half?" Vic posed.

"Something came up," the blond offered sheepishly as the others rolled their eyes.

***

Minutes later, Justin found himself sitting next to Gus and listening to him talk animatedly about the summer camp he was attending at his Montessori school. As he stared down at the boy, Justin couldn't help but feel frustrated with Brian for yet again forsaking another opportunity to spend time with his son. The blond had secretly hoped that after their return from Chicago, Brian would make more of an effort where Gus was concerned. However, this had yet to happen, and once again Justin found himself taking over Brian's role.

"How are you holding up, honey?" Lindsay asked as she came to sit beside Justin and Gus.

"Fine."

"Are you sure?" Lindsay had difficulty believing her friend, especially after everything Brian had done. "I know it must be difficult having Brian back after his..."

"Look, Lindsay, I appreciate your concern, but as far as Brian's concerned, his trip to Ibiza is water under the bridge."

"Water under the bridge?" Melanie repeated in disbelief as she found herself joining the conversation. "After the way that bastard treated you, you honestly think its water under the bridge?"

"Do we really need to discuss this?" Justin sighed. While he knew Lindsay and Melanie had trouble accepting his opinions, they were the last two he felt like sharing the current status of his relationship with. As far as he was concerned, they didn't need to know that while he still had issues with Brian, he was working to resolve them.

"Michael!" Suddenly everyone's attention was diverted towards Debbie as she anxiously greeted her son and his partner. "I didn't think you were coming home until tomorrow, sweetheart."

"We thought we would surprise you, Ma," Michael revealed.

"Well, you certainly did that," Debbie grinned, pinching her son affectionately on the cheek.

"We also have some news we'd like to share with everyone," Ben announced.

"News?" Vic's ears piqued with interest. "Now this ought to be interesting."

***

"Before we left for Bermuda," Ben began once the family had seated themselves together, "I had the great honor and privilege of asking Michael to marry me."

"M-marry?" Debbie parroted with complete surprise.

"That's right, Ma. Ben asked me to marry him," Michael confirmed happily.

"Oh my goodness!" Debbie exclaimed. "I don't think I can believe what I'm hearing."

"Believe it," Ben grinned. "Luckily for my sake, Michael accepted, and instead of flying directly to Bermuda, we stopped in Toronto so that we could be legally married. From there we embarked to Bermuda for our honeymoon."

"Married! My baby's married!" Debbie smiled with joy.

"This is so romantic," Emmett smiled dreamily, as Ted wiped a tear from his eye.

"Who would ever imagine it?" Vic shook his head with pride.

"Congratulations guys," Justin came over and gave his two friends a hug. He was thrilled at the announcement of their marriage.

"What a wonderful surprise," Lindsay added. "It's just a shame that we couldn't all be there to share in it with you."

"You can say that again," Debbie agreed as the shock of her son's announcement began to wear off, and reality set in.

"I know!" Emmett exclaimed. "We'll throw them another wedding here."

"That's a brilliant idea," Melanie agreed. "I second it."

"You'd make me the happiest mother alive," Debbie proclaimed.

"Well, in that case, I suppose we'll just have to do it all over again," Michael grinned at Ben. They both knew that when it came to the family there would be no backing out of a second wedding.

9:30 p.m.
Woody's

After spending the early hours of the evening catching up on work at the office, Brian decided to stop at Woody's for a quick game of pool. As he focused on lining up his current shot, he was surprised to see Michael standing in front of him.

"Mikey, what a surprise," Brian drawled after he sank his shot. "I was beginning to think that you and the professor got lost in the triangle."

"Very funny," Michael rolled his eyes. "I called the loft a little while ago, and Justin told me that I might find you here."

"Lucky for you," Brian smirked. "Why don't you grab a cue and join me?" he invited.

"Maybe some other time. Listen, can we talk for a minute?" Michael requested.

"Sure, why not?" Brian agreed. "I'll even let you buy me a drink," he laughed as he set down his cue and followed his best friend to a table beside the bar.

***

"So, what's up?" Brian questioned as Michael set two shots of Beam down in front of them.

"There's something I, uh," Michael began uncomfortably.

"You, uh, what?"

"I uh..." Michael began playing uneasily with the ring on his left ring finger.

"Mikey," Brian's eyes widened in disbelief as he suddenly observed the ring on his best friend's hand. "Tell me that isn't what I think it is."

"It is what you think it is,"' Michael admitted uncomfortably. "Before Ben and I left for Bermuda we flew to Toronto. It was legal for us to be married there."

"But I thought you still loved me best," Brian protested in mock indignation. "Besides the fact that it's the most pathetic idea I've ever heard."

"Maybe Ben and I don't consider it to be pathetic at all."

"Obviously," Brian rolled his eyes. "So, tell me, Mikey, did the professor at least do something useful while he was down on his knees?"

"Do you have to be so crass, Brian? You know it just so happens that a lot of gay men want to be married."

"I hate to break it to you Mikey, but I certainly haven't seen any. Since when did you have the least interest in getting married anyway?"

"I didn't," Michael acknowledged. "But not because I didn't want to, but because I never thought I could. It wasn't a story I told myself like straight kids did. I never imagined that some day I would meet this special person and that we'd fall in love and have a big wedding," he confessed. "It was never real for me, but then all this stuff started happening in Massachusetts and California and now here..."

"And all of a sudden a whole wide world of wonderful opportunities opened up for us?" Brian interrupted with sarcasm. "Bells and rice and registering at Pottery Barn?" he shook his head, purely mortified by the idea. "Not to mention an acrimonious divorce, an ugly settlement, and having your kid hate you."

"Brian," Michael began to whine in protest.

"Mikey, listen to me. Are you listening?"

"I'm listening," Michael sighed, having a sinking feeling as to what his best friend was going to say next.

"We're queers, Mikey. We don't need marriage, and we certainly don't need the sanction of dickless politicians and piteous priests. We fuck who we want to, when we want to. That's our God given right," Brian declared.

"But isn't it also our God given right to have everything that straight people have?" Michael objected. "Aren't we every bit as human as they are?"

"Christ, Mikey, tell me we're not really having this conversation?" Brian annoyingly raked his hand through his hair.

"Why can't you accept that this is what I want?" Michael asked. "Why can't you accept that this is the happy ending I never thought I could have, and now I'm finally being given the opportunity to write it?"

"Then write it, but don't look to me for approval. You know where I stand, Mikey."

"And what if Justin wanted the chance to rewrite his own ending?"

"Justin would never be that foolish," Brian laughed. "He also knows that we'll never be seen walking down the aisle in matching Vera Wangs."

"I take it that asking if you would like to be my best man in the ceremony the family is planning is out of the question?"

"I think I'm the last person you and the professor want by your sides," Brian grimaced. "Now why don't you do yourself a favor and go home to your husband. I'm sure he's waiting for you," he said as he stood up to leave, eager to distance himself from his friend's latest bout of insanity.

The Following Morning
7:30 a.m.

"You're up," Justin observed, as he exited the bathroom to see Brian standing in the kitchen. "I would have thought after the late night you had that you would have wanted to sleep longer."

"Clearly you thought wrong," Brian murmured. Just because he hadn't returned to the loft until the early hours of the morning didn't give the blond the right to automatically assume that he'd be too tired for the office.

"I take it Michael shared his news with you last night?"

"Yep," Brian confirmed grimly.

"He and Ben seemed just like newlyweds at the barbecue yesterday, and Emmett's already put himself in charge of planning the wedding of the year."

"If you ask me, the whole thing is entirely pathetic," Brian remarked.

"Let me guess," Justin sighed. "You told Michael that as well?"

"I more than told him that. Although after listening to his nonsense, one would be hard pressed to believe he was queer."

"I see."

"The stupid fuck also had it in his head that I would agree to being his best man for the sham wedding the others are planning."

"Brian, I know how you feel when it comes to the subject of marriage, but don't you think you're being a bit harsh? Michael is, after all, your best friend, and while you personally don't believe in marriage, would it really be such a hardship to offer him your support?"

"Christ, don't tell me they've managed to brainwash you also?" Brian shook his head. "Didn't I teach you better than to buy into their bullshit?"

"It's not about buying into their bullshit, Brian," Justin argued. "It's about being there for your family. If Michael and Ben want to take their relationship to the next level and marry, who am I to judge them? If it makes them happy, why shouldn't I support them?"

"Because we're queer, and queers believe in fucking, not love, and certainly not marriage," Brian scoffed.

"Well, this queer believes in love, and like it or not, he's going to be there for his friends regardless of what his partner or anyone else thinks. So, you had better get used to it, because like or not, I'm attending their wedding and I've also agreed to be Ben's best man," Justin declared, as he gathered his things and headed out of the loft, extremely disappointed with his partner's attitude.

10:30 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

In an attempt to take his mind off Michael's unbelievable foolishness and Justin's surprising reaction to it, Brian focused his attention on the Wall Street Journal article laying in front of him. The article was about Remsom Pharmaceuticals, a Los Angeles-based company that had been recently granted approval from the Food and Drug Administration for its newest HIV wonder drug, Endovir. Brian had first read about the company when he had been in L.A. with Justin, and had been surprised to learn that the owner had originated from Pittsburgh.

With his Grazzini campaign still over a month away, Brian knew he had ample time if he wanted to take on the challenge of pitching Remsom. He also knew that with the release of its breakthrough drug, the company was ripe for the picking. The question became, was he willing to take the risk?

The more Brian considered the drug company, the more attractive it seemed. Landing a high profile account like Remsom would definitely generate attention. It would also provide Brian the opportunity to prove that he was still at the top of his game in addition to proving that no matter how talented and successful Justin thought he was with his Clio, he still had a long way to go if he ever hoped to accomplish one-tenth of what he had done.

Convinced Remsom was the perfect solution to his problems, Brian decided it was time he moved forward when it came to the pharmaceutical giant.

***

"Remsom Pharmaceuticals?" Cynthia remarked, as she sat taking notes in Brian's office.

"I take it you're impressed?"

"Definitely. Just imagine what landing an account like that would do for Kinnetik's name."

"I can more than imagine what it would do. That's why it's imperative we move forward with this as quickly as possible."

"Absolutely," Cynthia agreed. "Do you have a team already in mind?"

"I have some definite ideas."

"One would assume you'll be involving Justin?" Cynthia asked.

"Actually, I thought it might be better to let him focus on some of our other accounts," Brian indicated.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Cyn, how long have you worked with me now?"

"At least five years."

"And when have I been known to be wrong when it comes to my instincts?"

"Rarely," his assistant admitted.

"Try never," Brian corrected arrogantly. "You should trust me when I say that I know what I'm doing."

"We'll see, boss. We'll see," Cynthia frowned. She had a feeling Brian was making a huge mistake when it came to excluding his partner from the Remsom proposal.

Tuesday, July 6th
Noon
Presto

"I can't believe you're taking my mom to Bali for two and a half weeks," Justin commented, as he sat with Royce in the popular restaurant.

"I take it you approve?" Royce grinned.

"Absolutely. Mom could use some fun in the sun."

"You could use some fun in the sun yourself. Jennifer mentioned that your trip to Spain ended up being canceled due to some problems at the office."

"Yeah," Justin frowned uncomfortably, not about to share the real reason behind his failed trip. "I'm hoping to take a few weeks off in September before school starts."

"That sounds like a good idea. Europe is far less crowded then anyway," Royce remarked, as he sensed there was more to Justin's failed trip than he was willing to admit.

***

As their lunch neared its conclusion, Justin couldn't help but notice Royce shift uncomfortably in his chair. Knowing this behavior was uncharacteristic for the polished attorney, Justin wondered if there was something bothering him.

"Is something wrong?" Justin questioned.

"No, not at all," Royce attempted to brush the blond's worries aside.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Oh, hell," the attorney grinned sheepishly. "I might as well just get this over with or else I'm never going to have the guts to do it."

"Do what?"

"Uh," Royce coughed uncomfortably. "I know it's been somewhat difficult for you to accept me, but I feel that we've been able to grow somewhat closer in the past few months and that's why I wanted to ask your permission for your mother's uh...."

"Hand in marriage?" Justin finished dryly for the attorney. He had to admit there was something mildly amusing in watching a maverick like Royce struggle to get the words out.

"Yes," Royce smiled. "In the past two years I've grown to love and respect Jennifer in ways I never..."

"It's okay, Royce, I understand," Justin grinned.

"You do?" the attorney stared at the blond in surprise. He had anticipated having a much more difficult time in obtaining Justin's approval.

"Of course," Justin laughed. "I suppose the only thing I can say is that it's about damn time," he added happily as Royce openly breathed a sigh of relief.

***

Half an hour later, Royce had finished providing Justin with his plans to surprise Jennifer with a wedding in Bali in addition to assuring the blond that he would do everything in his power to make his mother happy. However, there was one last thing the attorney wanted to accomplish before they left the restaurant.

"I have to admit, it's a relief to know that I have your approval when it comes to marrying Jen," Royce began as Justin set aside his dessert plate.

"I know you're going to make her happy, and after everything that happened with Craig, that's all I ask."

"You have my promise that I'll do everything in my power to do just that," the attorney vowed. "Speaking of Craig," he hesitated uncomfortably. "I know that it can't always be easy, being estranged from your father as you are. While I know I can never take the place of Craig, I hope you know that if you ever are in need of a father figure, I'm here for you. And unlike Craig, I'll be proud to have a gay stepson. Not because he's an accomplished artist or successful businessman, but because he's true to himself and he stands up for what he believes in."

"Just as I'll be proud to have a stepfather who accepts me as I am," Justin returned the compliment. While Royce was right in that he would never take the place of Craig, Justin was grateful to the attorney for wanting to have a place in his life, and planned on having an even stronger relationship with the man in the future.

Meanwhile
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian was in the process of reviewing the research his Remsom team had compiled when he looked up to see Cynthia standing in his doorway.

"Yes, Cyn?"

"Debbie Novotny is here to see you," Cynthia indicated. "She doesn't have an appointment, but she insisted that you would see her."

"Go ahead and send her in," Brian instructed, having a sneaking suspicion as to the purpose behind Debbie's visit.

***

"Shouldn't you be at the diner?" Brian asked as Cynthia showed Debbie into his office.

"I took the afternoon off," Debbie responded, making herself at home in one of his chairs.

"I see."

"I take it you know why I'm here?" Debbie questioned as she studied Brian carefully.

"I know why you're here, but if you expect me to grant Mikey and the professor my approval, you're wasting your time. You know how I feel about marriage."

"You're right. I do know how you feel about marriage. However, you're missing one key thing."

"And that is?"

"This isn't about you, it's about Michael."

"Right, Mikey's sudden desire to join the ranks of the other so-called queers who suddenly profess their undying belief in the sanctity of marriage. Spare me the bullshit, Deb."

"What's bullshit is the fact that you won't stand behind your best friend."

"He knows better, Deb. Christ, I taught him better than that."

"You did, Brian. No one can deny you taught Michael everything he knows. However somewhere along the way, Michael wised up. He had the balls to learn that being gay isn't just about fucking. It's about having the right to find someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with. It's about having the right to be able to express his love for Ben in any way he chooses, whether it be fucking him or marrying him. It's about having the right to be entitled to the exact same things that straight people are entitled."

"Do you people ever stop with this pathetic nonsense?" Brian shook his head in disbelief.

"I'll tell you what's pathetic," Debbie declared. "What's pathetic is a best friend who is too stubborn to put his own ridiculous beliefs aside for one fucking moment and give his best friend the support he deserves. What's pathetic is a thirty-three year old man who is too blind to see the beauty of love and enduring commitment. What's pathetic is a man who refuses time and time again to treat the man he claims is his partner with the love and respect he deserves."

"Are you finished?" Brian inquired coldly, having heard more than enough when it came to the subjects of love, marriage, and relationships.

"Do I look like I'm finished?"

"I thought I had made it clear before, I don't believe in marriage, and just because Mikey and the professor decided to join the ranks of the other pathetic queers who felt the urge to marry, doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to cast aside my beliefs and support something that I consider to be an absolute sham and..."

"I assumed there would be no getting through to you," Debbie frowned with disapproval, having given up for the time being. "But I suppose it never hurts to try. Just a word of advice, Brian; be careful of your relationships. I think you'll find you can only push people so far," Debbie warned as she turned to leave, clearly disappointed in Brian's refusal to bend.

8:30 p.m.
Woody's

Hours later, Brian sat at the bar nursing a scotch. After Debbie left his office, he'd had difficulty focusing on his work. While he knew that everyone wanted him to push aside his principles and offer Michael his support, he refused to comply. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there for his friend, it was the fact that he simply didn't believe in marriage.

After experiencing the hatred and destructiveness of his parents' marriage, Brian had sworn to himself that he would never allow himself to fall into that trap. Michael on the other hand had never been forced to endure the ugliness that came hand in hand with marriage. Because of this, Brian believed he was somewhat naïve, and didn't want to witness his best friend watch his relationship with the professor disintegrate before his very eyes.

Not only did Brian oppose marriage, he also believed strongly that queers weren't intended to marry. He believed that being queer meant having the freedom to fuck who he wanted when he wanted. For almost thirty years he'd lived by that belief until Justin came along. While the blond had challenged his beliefs and made him realize that there were some benefits to having a relationship, Brian prided himself on the fact that he still lived his life the way he wanted to with the freedom to fuck as he pleased without the burdensome shackles of marriage.

Just because the idea of gay marriage had become en vogue, didn't mean that Brian was suddenly going to change his beliefs. Even as he watched his best friend embark on a potential disaster, Brian refused to compromise his principles for the sake of friendship. As far as Brian was concerned, Michael could do whatever the hell he pleased, as long as he understood that under no circumstances would he support his marriage.

Meanwhile
The Loft

Justin had only returned home from the office a few minutes earlier when he heard a knock at the door.

"Hey," the blond opened the door in surprise to find Jean Philippe standing on the other side.

"Salut," Bonbois grinned. "Care to invite me inside?"

"Of course," Justin said. "I was just sitting down to grab a bite to eat and to watch The Amazing Race."

"I know, that's why I stopped by. I thought I might join you. For a reality T.V. show it's not half bad," Bonbois remarked as Justin nodded with surprise.

***

Thirty minutes later, Justin and Jean Philippe were lying on the floor pillows in front of Brian's television, deeply engrossed in the episode, as they watched the teams race across Venice, Italy with tremendous difficulty.

"It looks amazing there," Justin sighed, as he took in the sight of the Grand Canal.

"It is. You should go."

"Maybe I will. I was thinking about taking some time off in September. It would be cool to backpack around Italy."

"I imagine it would be quite the adventure. I take it Brian won't be joining you?"

"Can you honestly see him backpacking?" Justin laughed. "Besides we never seem to have much luck when it comes to actually going on vacation with one another."

"Well, if you change your mind about Italy, you could always go to Montreal. I'm sure Jacques and Etienne would be more than happy to show you around."

"What about you?" Justin found himself asking.

"I'll be busy with hockey, but...," his eyes took on a sexy glint, "I'm sure I could find the time to show you a thing or two."

"I'll have to keep that in mind," Justin blushed as they suddenly heard the key turn in the lock.

***

Returning from Woody's, Brian was annoyed to see that Justin had his infernal race show on. He had hoped to spend a few hours working on his computer before bed. Now it looked like he would be stuck listening to the obnoxious show for at least the next half hour.

"Hey," Brian heard Justin call out from where he was lying in front of the television. It only took Brian a second to realize his partner wasn't alone.

"Hey," Brian found himself greeting tersely back as he saw that it was Bonbois with Justin. "I didn't realize we were having company tonight."

"Jean Philippe started watching the race with me a few weeks ago," Justin commented casually, as Brian attempted to keep his mouth from dropping open in surprise.

"You should join us Kinney," Bonbois invited. "This show isn't half bad."

"And here I thought we had similar tastes," Brian commented sarcastically. "Obviously I misjudged you, Jean Philippe. Only someone with the brain span the size of a flea would waste his time watching such a ridiculous farce."

"Brian!" Justin stared disbelievingly at his partner. "How dare you say something so insulting."

"I was only stating the truth."

"Somehow I doubt that," Bonbois laughed bitterly. "Come on, Justin," he said holding out his hand. "We can continue watching at my loft. At least there we won't be interrupted by an arrogant asshole who has nothing better to do with his time, but to cruelly insult his partner.

"Gladly," Justin agreed, as he took Jean Philippe's hand but not before sending an angered stare in Brian's direction. It was obvious they still had a long way to go when it came to fixing their relationship.

Thursday
8:00 p.m.
Woody's

Feeling restless after a long day at the office, Justin decided to stop at Woody's on his way home. Ever since he had walked out on Brian with Bonbois, there had been tension in the loft. Neither had made any effort to discuss what had happened, and it had only served to increase the strain that already existed between them.

As Justin entered the crowded bar, his eyes found themselves resting on the familiar face of Jean Philippe who was playing pool. Anxious to take his mind off Brian, he headed toward the tables.

***

"Hey," Justin grinned at Bonbois.

"Bonsoir," Jean Philippe cocked his head in acknowledgement. "Care to play?" he motioned to the table.

"Sure, why not?"

"Bien, grab a stick," Bonbois instructed with a seductive glint in his eyes. He was pleased that Justin had sought him out.

***

Soon, the two were focused intently on their game. Neither noticed Ted and Emmett enter the bar and begin eyeing them with keen interest.

"You almost beat me," Bonbois observed dryly after he had sunk the eight ball.

"Better watch your back," Justin smirked.

"Keep in mind I said almost," Jean Philippe reminded. "How about buying the winner a drink?"

"Of course," the blond agreed, as they walked toward the bar.

***

"So," Bonbois began once they were seated at the bar having a round of Beck's. "You wouldn't happen to know those two over there, would you?" he motioned to Ted and Emmett who were seated at a nearby table.

"U-uh..." Justin hesitated uncomfortably as he locked eyes with the pair.

"They've been avidly staring at us for at least the past half hour. If I didn't know better I'd think they were looking...."

"Actually," Justin blushed sheepishly, "They're sort of my friends."

"Sort of?"

"It's kind of complicated but basically through Brian I've become part of his motley collection of a family. Ted and Emmett are part of it. While Brian insists they are by no means his friends, I think you'll find that they are."

"Are they your friends also?"

"At one time they were, but now I'm not so sure."

"I can't believe I'm asking this," Bonbois rolled his eyes, "But what makes you unsure?"

"It's a long story."

"Well, how about you keep buying," Jean Philippe motioned to their drinks, "and I'll keep listening."

"Are you sure?" Justin had a hard time believing Bonbois was interested in hearing more of his problems, but at the same time, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to confide in him. For whatever reason, Justin found himself opening up to Bonbois in ways he no longer could with Brian.

"Just don't make me regret my offer," Bonbois laughed, before motioning Justin to continue.

***

"So, you're mad at Ted and Emmett for involving themselves in your relationship with Brian and for not respecting your privacy and confidences?" Bonbois surmised once Justin had finished.

"Something along those lines," Justin confirmed. While he had explained the basic facts surrounding the circumstances involving Ted and Emmett, he hadn't gone into specific detail when it came to the main issues at hand. While the blond valued his relationship with Bonbois, Justin believed that what happened privately between him and Brian in the bedroom was none of Bonbois' business.

"I guess you learned a lesson," Jean Philippe offered.

"And that is?"

"When it comes to Ted and Emmett you need to be careful of what you confide. If you ask me, those two remind me of Jacques and Etienne. While they're decent enough friends, minus their occasional pathetic moments, I know for a fact that the only way I can trust them with privileged information is to put a padlock on their mouths."

"Are you suggesting I do the same with Ted and Emmett?"

"It's your call. I will say this, though. It's obvious you still like them, so why not cut them a little slack and forgive them? Besides, now you at least know the extent to which you can trust them," Bonbois added.

"Maybe you're right."

"I'm always right," Bonbois grinned smugly. "Speaking of friends, I suppose I had better invite you to this weekend's festivities before Jacques and Etienne place it upon themselves to do so."

"I take it they'll be in town?"

"What and miss the greatest tragedy of the year?" Bonbois rolled his eyes.

"This doesn't have something to do with you turning thirty, does it?"

"Unfortunately, my life ends tomorrow at eleven fifty-nine p.m."

"I take your friends will be throwing you an elaborate funeral on Saturday?"

"If that's what you choose to call it. If you ask me, the entire fucking day is going to be an endless nightmare. Between lunch with Etienne and Jacques, dinner with my teammates, and then the private party Luc and Marie-Claire are throwing it will be a miracle if I make it through the evening without killing anyone."

"Sounds like you're in for some fun," Justin smirked.

"Try agony. Although, you could always find a way to liven up this dead man's day."

"How might I do that?"

"Come to my party," Bonbois invited casually.

"What do you want for your birthday?" Justin asked.

"You know what I want," Bonbois smiled knowingly.

"I do?"

"I'll leave you to figure it out," Jean Philippe drawled while standing to leave. "Au revoir Sunshine," he said, as the blond looked back at him in bewilderment.

***

Meanwhile, Emmett and Ted had observed Bonbois' departure and were studying Justin with concern. Even from across the room, it had been virtually impossible to ignore the sexual tension that had been radiating off the two men.

"Is it me, Teddy?" Emmett began to worry, "Or is Brian Kinney about to become a thing of the past?"

"I'd say he's soon to be history," Ted frowned. "Unless, that is, he does something fast."

"I don't know," Emmett mused. "After everything Brian's done, maybe it might be too late."

"You could be right, Em. I suppose there's nothing else for us to do, but sit back and watch as things unfold. I only hope for Justin's sake, he knows what he is doing."

"Me too, Teddy, me too," Emmett grimaced. He hoped Justin wasn't about to make a huge mistake.

Friday, July 9th
7:15 p.m.
The Loft

Justin had only recently arrived home from the office and had changed into a black t-shirt and fatigue colored cargo shorts, when he turned from the kitchen to see Brian enter the loft carrying take-out bags from their favorite Arabic restaurant.

"I didn't realize you were bringing dinner home," Justin remarked as he watched Brian set the bags on the counter.

"I thought we'd stay in tonight," Brian announced. He knew after his boorish behavior from the other night, he was on thin ice when it came to the blond.

"S-stay in?" Justin stared at his partner in shock.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, of c-course not," Justin replied uncomfortably. "I'm just surprised that's all."

"Well, don't be. Now, how about you take our dinner and set us two places in the living room while I go into the bedroom and change."

"U-uh, alright," Justin agreed reluctantly while Brian headed in the direction of the bedroom.

***

"So, uh, are you going to the carnival tomorrow?" Justin inquired over dinner. He thought the subject of Kinnetik's summer charity event might be a good way to break the ice between them.

"I'm afraid it's not going to be feasible."

"Not going to be feasible?" Justin parroted in surprise.

"I have a shit load of work to get through this weekend if I want to stay on target with my Remsom proposal," Brian explained.

"Remsom? Is that the pharmaceutical company Eric Frasier mentioned to me the other day?" the artist asked, referring to one of the ad executives that Brian worked with frequently.

"Yep."

"Would it make it any easier if I offered to help?"

"While I appreciate the offer, I think you might be better suited to focusing your attention on our existing clients," Brian stated.

"Right," Justin nodded. It was obvious that his partner wasn't the least bit interested in accepting his help. "So, getting back to the carnival, don't you think our staff will be wondering where the hell you are?"

"Perhaps, but I'm sure once you tell them that I'm working on a multi-million dollar proposal, they'll think twice when it comes criticizing my absence."

"And Gus?" Justin posed.

"What about Gus?"

"Well, considering the fact that I'm taking him tomorrow, don't you think he'll wonder where his father is, especially since we're at an event for your company?"

"I'm sure you'll come up with a sufficient explanation." Brian brushed his lover's concerns aside.

"Maybe I'm sick of making excuses for you."

"Then tell him whatever the fuck you please," Brian muttered.

"Brian, what the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were going to..."

"Look, Jus, I'm not interested in discussing this further. Now why don't you do us both a favor and just drop it for now."

"Fine," the blond sighed. "It's your life, not mine. If you want to continue fucking it up, I suppose there's nothing else I can do."

"That's right, Sunshine," Brian declared bitterly as he stood up from the living floor, and headed toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Justin demanded in disbelief.

"Out."

"I thought you were going to stay in tonight?"

"Maybe I changed my mind," Brian shrugged. "Later Sunshine."

"Bastard," Justin swore to himself as he watched Brian stalk out of the loft, certain he was about to embark on yet another evening of pain management.

Saturday
10:30 a.m.
Point State Park

"Pretty cool park, huh, Gus?" Justin asked as he led Brian's son to the area Kinnetik had reserved for its carnival.

"Wait until I tell Momma and Mommie about the fountain we saw."

"I bet they'll be impressed," Justin agreed as they approached Cynthia.

"Oh, would you just look at what a cutie this little guy is," Cynthia cooed while rushing over to greet them.

"Gus, this is Cynthia, Daddy's assistant," Justin introduced. "Do you remember what I told you about her?"

"Sure, Jus. She helps Daddy."

"That's right," Cynthia smiled. "Speaking of Daddy, where is he?" she turned her attention to Justin.

"Working on Remsom."

"I thought as much," Cynthia frowned. "However," she turned her attention back to Gus, "I'm sure you'll have much more fun with Justin than you would your father," she assured as August came over to meet Gus.

***

"Do you want to see if we can find Auntie Em and Uncle Teddy?" Justin asked Gus after they had finished talking to Cynthia and August.

"Sure," Brian's son agreed. "Jus?"

"Yeah?"

"Was Mommy telling the truth when she said that I might be able to throw a pie at Uncle Teddy today?"

"She sure was," Justin grinned, knowing Gus was in for a real treat when it came to his Uncle Ted.

***

Soon, Emmett was gushing over Gus while Ted grumbled about the upcoming pie contest. Neither had commented on Brian's absence as they assumed that being spotted at a carnival would be too unseemly for Mr. Kinney's tastes.

"Hey, Justin," the blond looked up to see Nathan and Brendan approach.

"Hey, guys."

"Who's this here?" Nathan inquired, motioning to Gus.

"Gus," Brian's son introduced himself.

"Your nephew, right?" Brendan turned to Justin.

"Uh, yeah," Justin nodded, as he reached out to ruffle Gus' hair, not wanting to reveal that these days he was more like Gus' father. "Gus, these are my friends Brendan and Nathan. Can you say hello to them?"

"Hi," the child smiled. "Do you work with Jus too?"

"We sure do," Brendan confirmed. "Did Justin tell you about the award he won recently?"

"The Clee Award?"

"Clio," Justin laughed. "Yeah, I told him. He drew me an awesome congratulations card to go with it."

"Are you interested in art, Gus?" Brendan inquired.

"Uh-uh," Gus nodded. "Mamma is an artist like Jus, but she works in a place called a gallery."

"She must be pretty talented," Brendan observed.

"She is," Justin confirmed. "I'll have to take you to see her work some time."

Meanwhile
The Loft

Sitting at his computer desk, Brian stretched in his chair in an attempt to stop his mind from wandering from the work lying in front of him. After coming home late the night before, he found himself having difficulty sleeping as his mind had once again found itself focusing on Joan. It amazed him that after six weeks, he was still struggling with the hateful image of his mother condemning him to hell. To make matters worse, he had been forced to deal with his delusional best friend, along with his further deteriorating relationship with Justin.

Since he knew he wouldn't be completing any work any time soon, he decided to get up from his desk and head into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. As he stood up from his chair, his eyes fell on a stack of Justin's sketchbooks lying in the corner. Without consciously thinking about it, he found himself picking one up and taking it to the living room sofa. As he pulled back the book's cover the last thing Brian expected to see was a naked sketch of Bonbois.

"Fuck," Brian breathed as he continued flipping through sketch after sketch of the naked hockey player.

Walking back toward his desk area, Brian was horrified to discover that the other two books resting in the corner were filled with additional nude sketches of his nemesis. It was becoming more and more obvious as Brian saw page after page of the sketches, that Justin was once again having an affair....

2:00 p.m.
Point State Park

"Uncle Teddy looks so silly," Gus laughed as he stood with Justin and watched Kinnetik's charity pie throwing contest.

"He most certainly does," Justin agreed.

"Can we throw a pie at him too?"

"Absolutely," the blond smiled, knowing that it was time he finally made things right with Ted and Emmett.

***

"That was awesome, Jus!" Gus exclaimed after they had together thrown a pie at the conclusion of the contest.

"You can say that again," Justin laughed as he watched Emmett and a slightly worse for wear Ted join them.

"You two have quite the throw," Emmett observed.

"Tell me about it," Ted grumbled. "Melanie certainly taught her son well."

"Thanks for volunteering, Ted," Justin offered sincerely.

"Thank your worse half. He virtually blackmailed me into participating."

"Figures," Justin rolled his eyes. "So, uh, I've been thinking," he continued uncomfortably. "I think that maybe I was a little harsh on both of you before, and that maybe I owe you an apology."

"No, baby, Teddy and I understand," Emmett protested.

"Still, I shouldn't have acted like such a drama queen."

"Everyone is entitled to have their moments now and again," Ted brushed Justin's apologies aside.

"Anyway, I wondered if you two might want some assistance in planning Ben and Michael's wedding."

"We'd love it if you helped, Sunshine," Emmett smiled warmly. "Isn't that right, Teddy."

"Of course," Ted agreed enthusiastically.

"Great," Justin broke out into his trademark smile. "I was thinking maybe I could call in a few favors and see if we could have it at The Sherbourne," he suggested.

"That would be fabulous!" Emmett raved.

"Not to mention classy," Ted added.

"I'll see what I can do," Justin laughed, relieved that he had finally been able to make peace with his friends.

9:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Hey," Justin greeted Brian breathlessly as he rushed into the loft. After dropping Gus at Lindsay and Melanie's and then staying for dinner, Justin found himself returning home with just enough time to shower and change before meeting Bonbois and his friends.

"Hey," Brian looked up from the paperwork he was skimming to see Justin hurry his way into the bedroom.

"You missed a fun afternoon," Justin remarked while he shed his clothes.

"Is that right?"

"Yep," the blond confirmed before walking naked into the bathroom.

***

Hearing the shower turn on, Brian wondered if Justin had dropped by Bonbois' after the carnival. Having suffered the indignity of the fiddler, Brian knew the blond was probably taking a shower to clean the smell of the repugnant Frenchman off himself. While Brian found a part of him wondering if perhaps he was being a bit paranoid, the other part knew damn well that Justin was cheating on him again.

After having spent all afternoon stewing over his discovery, Brian was now convinced more than ever that Justin was fucking Bonbois. Hell, it had been under his nose for months, yet he'd been too blind to see it. The more Brian considered it, the more angered he became. To think Justin had the nerve to judge him for going to Ibiza when the whole time he had been fucking Bonbois behind his back. It was enough to make him ill.

***

Standing in front of the closet a few minutes later, oblivious to the thoughts running through his partner's head, Justin debated on what he should wear. While he didn't want to give Jean Philippe any further ideas, Justin found himself reaching for his leather pants and a sapphire blue sleeveless tank. Just because he wanted to look his hottest didn't necessarily mean he was planning on giving into temptation.

***

"Going somewhere?" Brian drawled as he observed Justin exit the bedroom dressed to the nines.

"Yeah," the blond confirmed, deciding it best not to mention Bonbois. He was in no mood to listen to his partner's complaints.

"I see," Brian murmured tightly.

"I should be back by three," Justin indicated as he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. "Later," he threw over his shoulder.

"Later," Brian whispered back, knowing without a doubt that Justin, dressed the way he was, was clearly on his way to see the French hockey player.

2:00 a.m.
Babylon

After spending several hours at the private party thrown by Luc and Marie-Claire, Justin, Bonbois, Jacques, and Etienne had decided to conclude their evening at Babylon.

"So," Bonbois turned to stand beside Justin at the bar, "When do I get my present?"

"What present?"

"My birthday present," Jean Philippe elaborated.

"Have you forgotten about the painting I gave you only a few hours ago?"

"Not at all. However, I seem to recall asking for something different."

"What makes you think you're going to get it?" Justin shook his head in amusement.

"I always get what I want."

"Alright," the blond gave a mock sigh. "One dance."

"One dance? You're kidding right?"

"Not at all. You can take it or leave it."

"Oh, I'm taking it, mon cheri," Bonbois assured, reaching for Justin's arm.

"And no kissing," Justin reminded as he followed Bonbois out onto the dance floor.

"We'll see about that," Bonbois gave a seductive laugh, not about to be deterred from his goal.

***

Once on the dance floor, Jean Philippe pulled Justin up tightly against him as they began swaying to the rhythmic beat of the music that pulsated its way through the club.

It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

Reaching for Justin's prominently displayed ass, Bonbois found himself running his hands across the blond's leather encased bottom.

"Oooh," Justin moaned into Jean Philippe's neck as he felt the hockey player's hands begin caressing his bottom in a way that made his cock harden instantaneously.

Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, it's full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotized
I feel paralyzed
I have found heaven

"You have such a hot little ass," Bonbois purred seductively into Justin's ear, causing the blond to shiver in response and press himself deeper into his embrace. "I want to thrust my burning cock inside of it and make you scream with pleasure."

"Jean Philippe, please," Justin began to protest.

"Please what? You want me to do this?" Bonbois breathed as he leaned in and hungrily began kissing Justin's neck, nipping at the enticing flesh.

"N-no.... Oh God," Justin found himself moaning at the sensations Jean Philippe was arousing inside of him.

There's a thousand reasons why I shouldn't spend my time with you
For every reason not be here
I can think of two
To keep me hanging on
Feeling nothing's wrong
Inside your heaven

"Like that?" Bonbois smirked, knowing he had Justin exactly where he wanted him.

"Y-yes," Justin panted as he found himself reaching to caress his neighbor's muscular chest, anxious to feel the incredibly toned skin against his flesh.

It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

***

As Justin and Jean Philippe continued their sexually-charged dance, they were oblivious to the shocked stares of Ted and Emmett who were observing from the catwalk.

"Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Emmett turned to look at Ted in disbelief.

"You're seeing it," Ted confirmed grimly.

"Do you think he knows?" Emmett glanced nervously at the backroom.

"Nah, he's probably too busy getting his dick sucked."

"One can only hope," Emmett frowned. "Although it's possible he already knows."

"You think?"

"With those two, anything is possible," Emmett declared as he shook his head with disappointment.

***

While Ted and Emmett continued to look on in shock, Justin and Bonbois continued to grind themselves against one another with an intensity that had Babylon's patrons take notice.

"Come home with me tonight," Bonbois demanded seductively, snaking his arm around Justin's waist to pull him even closer. He wanted the blond to know exactly how hard he was.

"I can't," Justin protested, as he tried to keep himself from being caught in the web of desire that Bonbois was spinning around him.

"Stop denying yourself. Kinney's not worth it. You deserve better."

"I..." Justin hesitated. As appealing as Bonbois' proposition was, he knew it wouldn't be fair to Brian, not when they were still together.

"Forget about him," Bonbois whispered, before swooping down and taking Justin's mouth in a storm of passion.

I can feel the emptiness inside me
Fade and disappear
There's a feeling of contentment
Now that you are here
I feel satisfied
I belong inside
Your velvet heaven

Feeling as if the room were spinning around him, and that his legs might give way any second, Justin found himself gripping Jean Philippe tightly as he felt Bonbois' tongue plunder its way into his mouth. This storm of passion had been brewing between them for months, and as much as Justin had tried to deny it, he wanted Bonbois just as much as Bonbois wanted him. Because he knew, that underneath it all, only Bonbois could take away his pain.

It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

***

Walking out of the backroom, after a less than satisfying fuck, the last thing Brian expected to see was Justin and Bonbois together on the dance floor kissing each other with sheer unadulterated lust.

Did I need to sell my soul, for pleasure like this...
Did I have to lose control, to treasure your kiss...

As he stood taking in the sight of the repugnant Frenchman plundering Justin's mouth, Brian felt a sinking sensation deep inside the pit of his stomach. He knew now, without even being told that it was too late...

Did I need to place my heart in the palm of your hand...
Before I could even start to understand...

He'd lost Justin... Lost him before he had even had the chance to realize what was happening. Lost him to someone who was only marginally better than himself. Yet, Brian knew that when it came to losing Justin he only had one person to blame, and that was himself...

It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

"Only When I Lose Myself" ~ Depeche Mode
Lyrics: Martin L. Gore

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 16

2008-01-02T05:02:12Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 16

Sunday, June 27th
8:00 p.m.
The Loft

As Brian unlocked the loft door, he grimaced in pain at the sound of it being opened. The journey home from Ibiza had been tedious at best, as he'd been forced to endure the endless chatter of the neglected housewife seated next to him for nine agonizing hours. Not even the comfort of his first class seat had been enough to deter the unwanted pain throbbing at his temples. Now that he was home, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about his terrible day.

Stepping into the loft, Brian set his luggage down in the darkened living room and reached for the light switch. As his eyes painfully adjusted to the light that suddenly streamed its way through the loft, he blinked in confusion as he scanned his kitchen. The once spotless area was cluttered with dishes stacked a mile high and mail was scattered everywhere.

Walking further into his home, he was horrified to see his coffee table littered with empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, and cigarette packages. Convinced he was hallucinating the loft's untidy state, he decided it best to forgo contemplating the mess further. Instead, he made his way into the bedroom, hoping that a warm shower and a good night's sleep were all he needed to get himself back on track.

***

Nearly tripping on the dirty laundry that was strewn across the bedroom floor, Brian entered his bathroom. Opening the shower door, he paid little attention to his surroundings and soon found himself relishing the feel of the warm water cascading over his body. Reaching for his organic formula shampoo, he suddenly felt the urge to look down at his feet.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" the enraged yell burst out uncontrolled as he stared in horror at the items lying on the floor beside his feet.

***

An hour later, he was furiously pacing the loft downing one shot of Beam after another. Glaring at the front door, he swore to himself that he was going to strangle Justin when he arrived home. How dare the little shit trash his loft? How dare he destroy five of his best Armani suits? Brian's angered thoughts were interrupted as his ears honed in on the sound of the key turning in the lock.

***

Entering the loft, Justin immediately picked up on his partner's presence. However, he wasn't about to give the man the time of day. Instead, he threw down his bag and made his way into the kitchen without even giving Brian a moment's glance. After an exhausting weekend at the office, he was in no mood to deal with his partner's return.

As he prepared himself a peanut butter and banana sandwich, Justin was completely oblivious to the sheer look of incredulity that crossed Brian's face.

***

After putting away the bread and the peanut butter Justin headed toward the bedroom. He didn't bother looking in Brian's direction as he grabbed a pillow and blanket and made his way back into the living room.

"Care to tell me what the fuck is going on here?" Justin suddenly felt his arm taken in a grip of steel.

"There's something going on?" the blond questioned nonchalantly, locking eyes with Brian for the first time in over two weeks.

"Well, for one thing, you deserve a thrashing for leaving this place an absolute pigsty."

"Really?" Justin rolled his eyes at Brian's never-ending arrogance.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe you could have made more of an effort while I was away?" Brian interrogated with suppressed rage.

"Yes, it did. However, Theresa, our cleaning woman, had an emergency this week. I'm afraid I was a little too busy to supervise a replacement, let alone clean the place myself. I spoke with her on Friday and she assures me that she'll be back tomorrow."

"She better," Brian warned. "Although, I ought to make you clean this godforsaken mess yourself."

"Don't push your luck," Justin retorted bitterly. "Was there anything else?"

"Perhaps you might care to shed some light on how five of my best suits ended up lying on the shower floor in a sopping mess?"

"I'll let you figure that one out," Justin responded with a smug smile. "Now kindly let go of my arm."

"Not so fast, Sunshine," Brian declared harshly, as he slammed his shot glass down on the coffee table, grabbed Justin firmly by the shoulders, and pushed him back against one of the support beams.

"Let go of me!" Justin demanded fiercely as he stared into his lover's anger-filled eyes.

"No. Not until you tell me why you fucking trashed my loft and why you intentionally and maliciously destroyed my favorite fucking suits!" Brian yelled.

"I didn't trash your loft, you deranged bastard!" Justin argued back.

"Spare me your bullshit, Sunshine."

"It's not bullshit. It's the truth. Did it ever cross your mind when you left for your bender that you were leaving me with one hell of a fucking mess?" Justin demanded furiously. "Between my final exams and Kinnetik, keeping your damn loft clean was hardly a priority. As for your suits, let's just say I had a little pain management binge of my own. I'm sure you're quite familiar with how those work. Now take your hands off of me this instant!" the blond ordered.

"I don't fucking believe this..." Brian stared at Justin in disbelief.

"Then don't," Justin rejoined bitterly, pulling himself out of Brian's grasp. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a hell of a weekend, and would like to get some sleep," the blond indicated as he made his way toward the sofa.

"That's hardly the way to the bedroom," Brian observed coolly.

"You must be insane if you honestly think I want you anywhere near me," Justin scoffed. "After your two week fuck binge in Ibiza, there's no way in hell I'm coming near you. Not only am I not sure if I can forgive you, but I'm also not about to place myself at risk until you get a clean bill of health from your doctor."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I can assure you I'm serious, especially after what Jean Philippe told me about Ibiza..."

"I should have known," Brian rolled his eyes.

"At least he gives a fuck about me," Justin retorted, as Brian merely stared back at his partner in shock. Never in a million years could he have imagined a homecoming like the one he'd just encountered. To say that Justin was pissed, was clearly an understatement.

Monday
9:00 a.m.
The Loft

The following morning, Brian stifled a groan as he rolled out of bed and treaded his way into the kitchen. After spending half the night awake tossing and turning in his empty bed, Brian had eventually fallen asleep at some timeless stage of the night. He had vaguely recalled hearing Justin awaken in the early hours of the morning, but Brian had been too exhausted from his jetlag to give his partner much notice.

Now, as he stood in the quiet loft, Brian couldn't help but feel angry as he thought back to the night before. Who the fuck did Justin think he was destroying thousands of dollars' worth of suits? Did the blond have a death wish? Hell, Justin was lucky he hadn't strangled his scrawny neck over his ridiculously thoughtless and childish behavior. Not only that, but since when did the little fuck decide he could dictate the terms of their relationship? Just because he'd indulged his appetites for two weeks in Ibiza, didn't mean he was bringing home some ridiculous disease. Justin knew damn well that he was safe. He was always safe. Since when did the artist hold the word of a repugnant Frenchman above his own? The thought of Justin even discussing his trip with Bonbois left a bitter taste in Brian's mouth. As far as he was concerned, what happened in their relationship was none of the fucking hockey player's business.

Setting his coffee cup down in annoyance, Brian began sifting through the mail scattered across the counter. As he set aside the usual bills and catalogs, he was surprised to find a card with the word "Daddy" written across it. Sighing loudly, Brian tore open the envelope and saw that it was a Father's Day card from Gus.

"Some father I turned out to be," Brian muttered bitterly to himself before tossing the card back on the counter. "You were right Jack. You and I definitely weren't cut out to be family men. I suppose it's a good thing that Sonny Boy has the Munchers; at least they can't screw him up the way you and Joanie did me," he declared with disgust.

An Hour Later
Kinnetik

Stepping into Kinnetik, Brian rolled his eyes as he saw Ted approach.

"Hey, Bri," Ted greeted in a friendly voice.

"Theodore," Brian offered casually.

"How was your trip to Philadelphia?" the accountant inquired. "That's one hell of a tan you've acquired for spending the past two weeks in meetings."

"What the fuck are you babbling about, Theodore?" Brian gave Ted a puzzled stare.

"Your two week trip to Philadelphia for Liberty Air," Ted clarified.

"Ah, right." It was becoming obvious that this "supposed" trip to Philadelphia was clearly some type of smokescreen.

"So, was it productive?"

"When am I not productive?" Brian shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sure Cynthia has a pile of work waiting on my desk," he said before turning to head in the direction of his office.

***

"I see the prodigal boss has finally returned," Cynthia observed dryly as she watched Brian saunter over to her desk a few minutes later.

"Bon dia," Brian greeted his assistant. (Good Morning)

"Wow, he even speaks Catalan," Cynthia commented sarcastically. "Should I be impressed?"

"If you want the raise that's coming to you next month."

"Fortunately for you, not everyone is mercenary," Cynthia responded.

"To think I thought better of you," Brian gave a mock sigh.

"I left your mail and messages on your desk," Cynthia indicated in a tone that was all business.

"Anything else I should be aware of?"

"No."

"Not even my supposed trip to Philadelphia?" Brian posed.

"I had to tell your employees something. Although I'm sure they would have loved to have learned that their loose cannon owner took off for an indefinite bender," Cynthia offered coolly.

"I see you're as charming as ever, Cyn. Do me a favor and get me a cup of coffee and an aspirin. I'll be in my office."

***

Fifteen minutes later, he was checking his e-mail and wondering what was taking Cynthia so long with his coffee and aspirin.

"Cyn," he buzzed his assistant.

"Yes."

"I seem to recall requesting a cup of coffee and an aspirin," Brian reminded.

"You did," Cynthia confirmed.

"Is there a particular reason why it's taking so long?"

"Perhaps I'm busy at the moment," Cynthia replied in a tepid voice.

"I see." It was obvious that his assistant was giving him the cold shoulder.

"Might I suggest doing yourself a favor and getting it yourself," Cynthia said in a tone that made Brian raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief.

12:30 p.m.
The Diner

With the cold shoulder from Cynthia continuing, Brian knew full well he would get nowhere by having her order him lunch, so he decided to take a break and headed toward the diner.

"Greetings serfs and vassals," Brian drawled as he entered the diner and took a seat in his usual booth where Ted, Emmett, and Melanie had already seated themselves.

"Brian," Melanie acknowledged coldly.

"I see you're thrilled to see me as always," Brian smirked. "And how are things today in glorious Pittsburgh."

"Terrible," Emmett groaned.

"And why is that?"

"Emmett's client from hell has hired him for another party," Ted revealed. "This time it's an anniversary."

"Is this the obnoxious housewife you mentioned a few weeks ago?" Melanie questioned.

"Yes," Emmett gave a dramatic sigh. "I swear I'm going to kill whomever referred her to me. She's an absolute nightmare."

"You mean you don't know who referred you?" Brian inquired as he concealed a devious grin.

"No. It's apparently someone her husband knows."

"Huh, I pity the husband," Brian commented.

"Try pitying me instead," Emmett huffed.

***

"Well, well, well, it looks like someone is finally back from his trip," Debbie observed as she sauntered over to the gang's booth.

"Good to see you too, Deb," Brian sarcastically greeted.

"Did Michael ever manage to reach you?" Debbie questioned. "I know he wanted to talk to you before he and Ben left on vacation."

"Vacation?"

"Ben and Michael's Bermuda trip," Ted reminded.

"Michael mentioned trying your cell phone several times over the past week with little success. It also didn't help that Justin was out of town and unreachable himself."

"U-uh, right," Brian nodded absently as he wondered where the hell his partner had gone. As far as he had been aware, Justin had been Pittsburgh the entire time he had been in Spain.

"Speaking of trips," Emmett interjected. "Doesn't Brian seem rather tan for being in Philadelphia for two weeks? Teddy wasn't kidding when he mentioned your tan," he said to Brian.

"Philadelphia?" Melanie stared at the family in confusion. "Am I missing something here? The last I heard you were busy getting your dick sucked on the sands of Ibiza."

"I-Ibiza?" Ted repeated in disbelief. "That's impossible. He and Justin were supposed to go together. Besides Justin was in Chi...."

"Who said anything about Justin," Brian shrugged.

Emmett stared at Brian indignantly, "You mean to tell me that you abandoned our baby to go to Ibiza by yourself?"

"You got it," Melanie confirmed. "As I've always said, once an asshole, always an asshole."

"Gosh, Bri, are you sure that was a wise move on your part?" Ted questioned.

"If you ask me it was a fucking foolish thing to do," Debbie chastised. "What possessed you to do something that cruel?" she demanded.

"Frankly, I don't think it's any of your goddamned business," Brian declared as he stood up and threw a few bills on the table. "Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have a living to earn."

3:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

After his frustrating lunch experience at the diner, Brian returned to the office intent on focusing on his work. Fortunately he had been able to push aside his annoyance with the family, and had managed to spend a few quality hours on Liberty Air before turning his attention to Brown Athletics.

"Have you seen my Brown file?" Brian stepped out of his office to question Cynthia.

"Justin has it," Cynthia replied, not even bothering to look up from her computer screen.

"Why does he have it?" Brian wondered. "Never mind that," he decided. "Just do me a favor and get it from him."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" Cynthia questioned.

"Perhaps by getting up and walking over to his office?" Brian suggested in an irritable tone.

"Think again. Short of flying to Chicago, I think there's little you can do when it comes to obtaining the file."

"Chicago?"

"Considering the fact that that's where your partner currently is...."

"What the fuck is Justin doing in Chicago?" Brian demanded.

"Aside from saving your ungracious ass, one would imagine he's preparing for the Clio Awards. In case you've forgotten, they're this Wednesday," Cynthia reminded.

"Look, can you just drop the role of the scorned assistant for a moment and tell me what the fuck is going on around here?" Brian raked a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Gladly," Cynthia smiled with pleasure. She was looking forward to putting her arrogant boss in his place.

***

"Unfucking believable," Brian furiously paced his office.

After being informed by Cynthia that his Brown campaign was no more, and that Justin was currently in Chicago finalizing the new campaign, Brian had suffered the indignity of having to call Leo Brown and listen to the man praise Justin to the heavens. Hearing one of his top clients refer to Justin as advertising genius extraordinaire had been a bitter pill to swallow, but not nearly as bitter as hearing Brown insist that Justin work on his account in the future.

It amazed Brian that after everything he had put into his campaign for Brown Athletics, he was now faced with having to watch all of his efforts go up in smoke. Once again Justin had somehow managed to take center stage, effectively pulling the rug out from under him. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, Justin was right there, eagerly taking everything away from him. The more Justin succeeded the more Brian worried that he'd soon have nothing left to give.

9:00 p.m.
The Loft

Hours later, Brian found himself sitting on the living room floor nursing a drink. After the past twenty-four hours, the only thing he felt like doing was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Beam.

As he poured himself another shot, he frowned as he heard a knock at the door.

"What now?" Brian grumbled as he reluctantly slid open the door to find Lindsay standing on the other side.

"Good to see you too, Brian," Lindsay greeted as she pushed her way into the loft.

"Look, if you're here to berate me for my latest sins, I'm not interested."

"I don't care if you're interested," Lindsay countered.

"Do yourself a favor and just go," Brian motioned to the door.

"Trust me, I'm not doing myself any favors by coming here. The only person I'm doing a favor for is you. Now, you're going to sit down, shut up, and listen to what I have to say," Lindsay ordered as Brian merely stared back at her in surprise.

***

"I know the past month has been rough for you," Lindsay began a few minutes later. "I can only imagine the memories your mother's death has resurrected. However, it's no excuse for the way you've been behaving."

"What makes you think my behavior has anything to do with Joan?" Brian questioned.

"I know you, Brian. I know what type of environment you grew up in, and I know firsthand what Joan's hatred has done to you."

"I hate to break it to you Linds, but I could give a shit about Joan's death."

"Really?" Lindsay had difficulty believing her friend. "Then why run off to Ibiza? Why continually let your son down, when you had insisted just a few months ago that you wanted to be a more active father?"

"Perhaps I've realized that I'm not meant to be a family man," Brian shrugged.

"That's a load of crap and you know it."

"It's the truth, Lindsay. Jack was right."

"The only person who has the power to make Jack right is you, Brian," Lindsay argued. "Although, I have admit, you're doing a damn good job of it."

"Thanks," Brian smiled bitterly.

"However, you could change things," Lindsay added. "It doesn't have to be like this. It's not too late to have a relationship with your son."

"He's better off without someone like me in his life."

"Perhaps now he is, but that's not to say that maybe some day in the future you might want to be a father. However until then, it's probably best you stay away. I can't keep subjecting my son to the constant disappointment of having a father who can't get his act together," Lindsay remarked in a voice filled with regret.

"Anything else?" Brian questioned quietly.

"Just a word of advice."

"And that is?"

"Think about how much Justin means to you, because you're one step away from losing him," Lindsay warned, before gathering her purse and leaving.

2:00 a.m.
The Loft

Lying awake in bed, Brian reflected on his trip to Ibiza. While he had been desperate to get away from his suffocating surroundings in Pittsburgh, his two weeks on the island had done little to heal his pain. Even with its hot guys, sandy beaches, designer drugs, and infamous clubs, Ibiza hadn't been able to block the hateful image of his mother. No matter how intense his pain management, Joan had still found a way to infiltrate his head.

Now back in Pittsburgh, Brian suddenly found his world crumbling around him. His Brown campaign had failed, Cynthia was barely speaking to him, the family was pissed as hell, he'd let Gus down to the extent that Lindsay was now requesting he stay away, and last but not least, his relationship with Justin was virtually beyond repair. Justin... just the thought of his lover made Brian's stomach ache. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Lindsay was right. Somewhere along the line he had allowed his resentment and insecurity to take over his relationship with the blond, and now he was paying the price.

Brian knew he had little hope when it came to salvaging things with Justin. Deep down he knew that when he had carelessly abandoned him for Ibiza that he had jeopardized his future with his partner. Yet at the time it didn't seem to matter. All that had mattered was getting away from it all. However, upon his return Brian had been forced to face the consequences of his actions. Consequences that now included five ruined Armani suits. While he had been furious at the discovery of them, Brian knew he couldn't hold it against Justin, not when what he'd done had been so much worse. He also knew the suits were only a small part of Justin's anger and pain.

As Brian raked a frustrated hand through his tousled hair, he wondered if he had let things go too far when it came to the blond. He wondered if maybe there was some way he could find a way to put all of his demons aside and focus instead on saving his relationship. He knew that after everything that had happened over the past few months, losing Justin would be the most difficult blow of them all.

Wednesday, June 30th
Noon
NoMI Restaurant
Downtown Chicago

"Nervous about tonight?" Brendan inquired as he sat in the Park Hyatt's seventh floor French restaurant with Justin and Nathan.

"Not too bad," Justin replied. "I'm just glad we finished everything for Brown this morning."

"Tonight is going to kick ass," Nathan predicted. "We're going to be the hippest table to ever grace the Clio Awards."

"Try the youngest," Brendan laughed. "That reminds me, what time are the others due?"

"Not until two-thirty," Nathan replied, referring to the other Kinnetik staff members that were flying out for the awards.

"Any ideas on how we're going to celebrate tonight?" Brendan asked.

"Aren't you being a bit premature?" Justin protested.

"Not at all. Not when I know you're going to win," Brendan grinned at his friend.

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Well, I am," Nathan announced. "That's why I've arranged to start off the evening's celebration at the Signature Lounge which just happens to be located on the 96th floor of the John Hancock Center.

"Good call," Brendan complimented, as the maitre d' approached their table.

"Pardon me, Gentlemen. An important package arrived via special courier for Mr. Taylor and I thought he might appreciate it right away."

"Uh, thank you," Justin said in a surprised voice as he was handed a manila envelope.

"My pleasure, Sir."

***

"So, what's in the envelope?" Nathan curiously inquired as Justin closely examined the documents he had received.

"N-nothing too important," the blond shrugged. "Just some papers I was expecting from Jake Connolly." Justin wasn't about to tell his friends that he was staring at a medical report from Brian's doctor. The last thing he had expected was for Brian to actually take him seriously and seek out a clean bill of health. Now he was sitting here holding what he had requested, but with little clue as to what it meant. Just what type of message was Brian trying to send him?

"Are you sure? You look a bit shaken," Brendan observed.

"It's probably just nerves," Justin covered.

"Why don't you relax this afternoon," Nathan suggested. "I heard the hotel has a great masseuse. Besides, Brendan and I can handle taking care of the others," he assured.

"Maybe I'll take you up on it," the blond decided, eager to relax and take his mind off of Brian.

7:15 p.m.
Park Hyatt Ballroom

Several hours later, the hotel ballroom was beginning to reach its capacity with the Clios only minutes away from beginning. As Justin sat at Kinnetik's table sipping a glass of wine and sharing jokes with his staff members, he couldn't help but notice the empty seat across from him.

"Are we missing someone?" Justin turned and murmured to Brendan.

"Not that I know of. Although I'm surprised we have an empty place."

"Huh, I could have sworn August had the count right," Justin remarked.

"Maybe he thought Brian was coming."

"Maybe," Justin shrugged, knowing full well he had instructed his assistant otherwise.

***

Minutes later, Justin glanced at his watch to see that there were only a few more minutes until the awards began. Anxious to get the evening over with, the blond barely noticed the surprised looks on his colleague's faces as their eyes darted across the room to the figure who had become the center of everyone's attention.

"I should have known," Brendan chuckled as he watched the Armani clad man make his grand entrance.

"Should have known what?" Justin turned toward his friend, as he suddenly felt his insides flutter unexpectedly.

"That someone wouldn't have missed this for the world," Brendan remarked as Justin's eyes locked suddenly with a pair of familiar hazel ones from across the room.

"No shit," Nathan agreed, as the three men watched Brian saunter toward their table.

***

"Ladies, gentlemen," Brian causally greeted Kinnetik's table while he carefully eyed his lover.

"Brian, what a surprise," Brendan smiled warmly, pleased that his boss had turned up for Justin. "I thought you were unable to attend."

"Fortunately things changed. Besides, I couldn't very well allow Kinnetik to be the worst-dressed table here."

"Of course not," Nathan rolled his eyes at his boss' impeccable appearance.

"Why don't you take my seat?" Brendan offered.

"Thanks, Mitchell," Brian acknowledged. Pleased by the artist's good sense, he slid into the chair next to Justin.

***

"Uh, hey," Justin greeted carefully. He was stunned that Brian had decided to make an appearance, and had no idea what to make of it.

"Hey."

"So, when did you get here, Brian?" Nathan inquired.

"A few hours ago," Brian indicated as he noticed Justin's back stiffen with tension.

"Well, I think it's great that you were able to come," Brendan commented. "Don't you agree, Justin?"

"U-uh sure," the blond shrugged, not quite certain he agreed. However there was little he could do at this point.

10:00 p.m.
Park Hyatt Ballroom

A few hours later, the awards ceremony was beginning to near its conclusion as it began awarding the evening's most prestigious honors. Kinnetik had been nominated for Justin's work on Sherbourne Hotel's print campaign, and only the bronze and silver awards had been presented in the category thus far.

As the presentation for the gold award began, Justin couldn't help but shift nervously in his chair. He knew his chances of winning were slim with such fierce competition, but it didn't stop him from hoping for the impossible. Just because Brian didn't seem to think he deserved the award, didn't mean the artist was going to give up dreaming; not when the award would mean the world to the members of his Sherbourne team.

Brian... The thought of the man made Justin glance uneasily at his partner. While he had never in a million years expected him to make an appearance, the blond had to admit he was surprised by the way his lover had been behaving. Instead of displaying his blatant disapproval, Brian had done everything in his power to play the charming host. While Justin found his partner's behavior somewhat disarming, he had made sure to maintain his guard around him.

The blond's eyes fluttered in surprise as he suddenly felt his hand given a supportive squeeze from underneath the table. Justin turned to give Brian a questioning stare, but his partner's features remained impassive as the announcer continued reading the names of the nominees.

***

"And this year's winner of the Clio Gold Award for best print campaign is Kinnetik!" came the excited voice of the announcer. "Accepting on behalf of Kinnetik is Creative Director and Partner, Justin Taylor."

"Oh my God," Justin whispered in shock as the ballroom erupted in applause.

"We did it!" Nathan exclaimed in jubilation as he and Brendan jumped out of their seats and grabbed Justin in a bear hug.

"I don't believe it!" the blond smiled in disbelief. He was having difficulty comprehending the fact that he had just been awarded one of the highest honors in the industry.

"Come on, you better get up there and accept," Brendan excitedly pushed his friend in the direction of the stage, giving the blond no time to look in the direction of his partner.

***

"Uh, wow," Justin began nervously as he stood center stage, holding the coveted award. "This is a tremendous honor and privilege to be here tonight and to accept this award on behalf of Kinnetik. I would like to take the moment to thank the awards panel for bestowing this honor upon us. I would also like to thank Jake and Sean Connolly for allowing Kinnetik the opportunity to create truly innovative and challenging campaigns for their hotels. In addition I would also like to thank my team members. It's not every day someone is as fortunate as myself to have a group of brilliantly talented individuals who are willing to work day in and day out to create a product that is distinctively reflective of our client's needs and the market," the blond continued.

"Finally, I would like to thank...." Justin hesitated for a moment as he looked across the room and uneasily locked eyes with Brian. "Brendan Mitchell and Nathan James for their continual support and dedication to Kinnetik's vision and success."

***

Upon the conclusion of Justin's speech, the ballroom burst into polite applause once again as he made his way back to his table. Sitting back in his seat and listening to the applause, Brian couldn't help but feel the eyes of the others at his table on him. While there was no rule that said Justin had been required to thank him, the blond's omission had not gone unnoticed.

While Brian knew he had no one to blame but himself, it still didn't stop his lover's snub from stinging. After all, it was he who had made Justin into the success he had become. He doubted many others would have taken the risk of making a nineteen-year-old kid their business partner. Yet, Brian had, because deep down he had instinctively known that Justin would become a success. However, he had never imagined the extent of his partner's success nor the potential threat that he had become.

"Congratulations, Justin!" Julie, a member of Kinnetik's Sherbourne team, offered happily as Justin rejoined the table.

"Thanks," Justin smiled.

"So, are we going to give that platinum card of yours a workout tonight?" Nathan turned to Brian, eager to celebrate Justin's award.

"I don't see why not. Justin knows I'm always one to celebrate achievement," he replied smoothly, making sure to lock eyes with the blond.

"Of course," Justin agreed uneasily before looking away, not entirely comfortable with the idea of celebrating his award with Brian.

Midnight
The Signature Lounge
John Hancock Center

"You know," Brian drawled as he approached his lover later that evening, "I paid a shit load of cash for that Dom Perignon you're holding. The least you could do is drink it."

"I'm working on it," Justin murmured quietly. At the conclusion of the Clios, the group had decided to take up Nathan's suggestion and head to John Hancock Center's Signature Lounge for a celebration. Brian, continuing his role as the charming host, had wound up spending a lavish amount on drinks and hors d'oeuvres. While Justin appreciated the gesture, he was too discomforted by his lover's presence to really involve himself in the festivities.

"Some view, huh?" Brian commented as he came to stand beside his lover and look out over the city.

"Look, can we cut the small talk and just cut to the chase?" Justin demanded anxiously.

"What; am I not allowed to comment on the view?"

"Can you please just do me a favor and tell me what the fuck you're doing here?" the blond sighed. He was sick of walking around on eggshells all evening.

"Perhaps I genuinely wanted to see my partner win his first Clio," Brian offered casually.

"Bullshit. We both know damn well that you don't think I deserve it."

"Maybe I slightly misjudged the situation," Brian admitted in a tight voice. He knew that if he had any hope of making peace with the blond, he was going to have to put his insecurities and resentment aside, and allow himself to be honest.

"I see." Justin sensed Brian was attempting in his own way to apologize. "And the documents I received this afternoon?"

"The couch isn't all that comfortable," Brian shrugged.

"Right," Justin nodded. "Don't think this means I forgive you, though. Not only did you break your promise, you also left me with one hell of a fucking mess."

"I know," Brian acknowledged gruffly. "I met with Leo Brown this afternoon. He's pleased with the new campaign. You did a good job with it."

"Thanks."

"So, uh, what now?" Brian shifted uncomfortably.

"What is it you want?"

"You," came a hoarse whisper.

"You don't deserve me," Justin shook his head in disbelief.

"Look, I fucked up..."

"You're damn right you did," Justin cut him off. "However, I suppose there's no harm in being civil to one another until we figure out this whole fucking mess."

"I suppose it's a start," Brian conceded, knowing full well this was more than he deserved.

"It's the only start you're going to get," Justin warned. "Now why don't we stop acting like a pair of lesbians and start mingling with our employees instead?"

"Deal," Brian smirked, obviously relieved they had been able to come to some type of truce.

3:00 a.m.
Park Hyatt

After having drinks at the Signature Room, the group's celebration had moved on to a few of Chicago's hottest nightclubs before concluding back at the Park Hyatt for further celebrations.

"Ready to call it a night?" Brian asked as Justin finished his vodka tonic. The others had gone up to their rooms only minutes before.

"Yep," the blond set down his glass and followed Brian out of the hotel's NoMI Lounge.

"What floor are you?" Brian questioned as he stepped into the elevator with his partner.

"Fourteen, what about you?"

"Eighteen," Brian indicated while the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent.

"So," Justin began uncomfortably. "How long are you staying?"

"I thought I would fly back on Friday as I plan on spending most of my afternoon at Armani tomorrow."

"Oh u-uh, right," Justin nodded sheepishly, knowing full well the reason for his boyfriend's visit to the famous designer's store.

"What about you?"

"I was thinking about flying back on Friday also. There's an exhibit at the art institute I wanted to see."

"Sounds interesting."

"Sure," Justin gave an uncomfortable shrug. "Uh, Bri?"

"Yeah?"

"About your suits.... I uh suppose I owe you something of...."

"Don't. It's not like I wasn't in need of a few new suits anyway."

"B-but you just bought..." the blond began to protest as the elevator suddenly stopped at his floor. "I uh, guess this is me."

"Guess so," Brian nodded.

"Maybe I'll run into you tomorrow," Justin decided it best to keep things casual for now.

"Jus?"

"Yeah?" the blond turned to stare at his partner.

"Good night," Brian breathed, as he reached for his lover and captured his lips in a sweet caress.

***

"Bri?" Justin suddenly pulled away from his lover in hesitation as the elevator stopped suddenly on Brian's floor. The couple had been so caught up in rediscovering the feel of each other's lips that they hadn't even noticed the elevator begin ascending again.

"Stay with me tonight, Jus," Brian whispered into his boyfriend's ear, as he continued to hold him close, not wanting to let him go.

"I..." the blond looked around uncertainly, unsure as to what he should do. As angry and hurt as he still was with Brian, a strong part of him needed to feel his lover inside of him. He wanted desperately for Brian to take away his pain.

"Shh..." Brian put a finger up to Justin's lip. "Stay and I promise that everything will be okay..." he whispered, as the blond nodded shyly in agreement.

***

"I want you, Sunshine," Brian breathed minutes later as he pushed Justin back against the goose down pillows adorning the massive bed. "I want you more right now than you could ever imagine," he said as he gently caressed his lover's cheek, reveling in the feel of his silky skin.

"It's been a long time," Justin sighed.

"Too long," Brian agreed as he leaned over and captured Justin's invitingly full lips in a passionate kiss.

For each forgotten kiss
For all the memories
For all the times a look, said all we had to say
You played your part so well, a modern Romeo
You came on cupid's wings, and then you flew away

"Bri," Justin moaned as he felt his lover's warm lips kissing his ear before traveling down his neck.

"You like that, don't you?" Brian grinned while his hands went to work slowly unbuttoning Justin's shirt. Pushing the garment aside, he traced his lips along the contours of the blond's milky white flesh, teasing and tantalizing Justin with his warm breath.

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

"Yes!" Justin began to buck underneath his partner as he felt Brian take his nipple ring between his lips, and tug on it in a way that elicited a sensation that traveled all the way to his shaft.

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

Patiently, Brian worked his way down toward Justin's hard and aching cock. Reaching with agile fingers, he began stroking the blond's hardened length in exactly the way his lover liked it.

"Ohhh," Justin writhed against the bed, his fingers grasping at the linens as he felt his body tense in response to his lover's ministrations.

"That's it Sunshine," Brian encouraged hotly. "Let your body relax and feel how much I want you."

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

But you left me in the rain...

"Brian!" Justin began panting minutes later as his lover continued his assault on his throbbing length. It hadn't taken long for Brian to replace his maddening fingers with his burning lips.

"Relax," Brian breathed as he continued to suck and tease his lover's aching flesh, anxious to give him pleasure, anxious to take away his pain.

"Oh God! Brian!" Justin screamed suddenly as he felt the blood begin to rush through his veins, his body tighten at its impending release. "Brian!" he screamed again as this time his body relished in the heat of its climax.

For every sleepless night, forever in your arms
For every hour spent lost in the reverie
You broke your promises, no shame and no regrets
You burned the bridges to an endless mystery

"I want you, Sunshine," Brian whispered hotly into his lover's ear. "I want to bury myself deep inside of your core."

"Then fuck me, Brian. I need to feel you inside of me," Justin responded breathlessly, having not quite recovered from his own shattering release.

"Then you shall," Brian promised, reaching for the lube and a condom, wanting more than anything to be one with Justin again.

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

Soon, Brian was thrusting hungrily inside of his lover's warm flesh. He felt that after the endless weeks of pain, the endless weeks of being haunted by darkened memories, he was finally coming home. For he knew deep down, there was only one person who could truly take away his pain. Yet, somehow Brian had managed to forget this along the way, and now he wondered if he was too late.

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

But you left me in the rain...

"Bri," Justin moaned, as his body tightened in response to his lover's searing length. Feeling Brian continue his pace, Justin was relieved to find himself in his partner's arms once again. No one could make him feel the way Brian did, and as much as the blond tried to deny it, he knew that Brian would always be the only one for him. However, he was no longer certain it was enough to keep him holding on. After everything that had happened between them, it was difficult to contemplate what the future had in store for them.

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

However, as Brian and Justin both found themselves pondering the uncertainty of their future, neither could deny the intensity of their coupling nor the strong feelings associated with it. Soon, all thoughts of the future were banished, as they found themselves drowning in the intensity of their desires.

When you touched my face
When you called my name
I'm burned with desire

But you left me in the rain...

"Burned with Desire" - Armin van Buuren

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 15

2008-01-02T05:00:29Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 15

Friday, June 11th - Continued
1:00 a.m.
Babylon

Swaying to the thumping bass that filtered its way across the dance floor, Justin seemed oblivious to his surroundings. With his mind completely numb from the ecstasy and alcohol he had consumed earlier, he danced as if he didn't have a care in the world; switching from partner to partner while Ted, Emmett, Michael, and Ben looked on in disbelief.

"Do you think we should do something?" Emmett mused from where they stood at the bar.

"Hard to say," Ted frowned as he weighed their options. "Although, he seems pretty wasted."

"Well, he's certainly not driving himself home," Ben decided for the others.

"You can say that again," Michael agreed. "I wonder where the fuck Brian is?"

"Probably in the backroom, getting his dick sucked," Ted chuckled.

"I'm not so sure. Especially since we haven't seen him once this evening," Michael noted.

"It's not like him to let Justin get trashed like this," Ben interjected, as they turned to see Jean Philippe Bonbois stroll out of the backroom and immediately focus his eyes on Justin.

"Uh-oh," Emmett worried. "It looks like the competition has arrived."

"You can say that again," Ted seconded while Michael scowled openly at Bonbois.

"All I can say is, Brian better get his fucking act together," Ben murmured as the gang watched Bonbois zero in on Justin.

***

Moments later, Justin found himself hazily focusing on the hockey player who had quickly pushed his way onto the dance floor and had discarded his trick with ease.

"Salut," Bonbois greeted, his eyes raking over the blond's wasted appearance.

"Wanna dance?" Justin invited as he almost lurched over.

"Some other time," Bonbois declined, reaching to steady the blond.

"Why not now?"

"Because you're shit-faced."

"Well if you don't want to dance with me, I'll find someone who will," Justin declared, as he staggered towards an eager trick.

"Not so fast, Sunshine," Bonbois chuckled. "I think you've had more than enough for one evening."

"Says who?"

"I do, now let's go," Jean Philippe stated, as he reached for Justin's arm.

"No."

"Playing hard to get I see," Bonbois shook his head in annoyance, before lifting Justin up off the floor and hoisting him over his shoulder.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the blond demanded furiously.

"Saving you from yourself," Bonbois declared, as he carried the younger man out of the club.

2:00 a.m.
Bonbois' Loft

"Alright," Bonbois began, once he had seated Justin on his living room chaise. After leaving the club, Bonbois had driven them back to his loft. "Care to tell me what the fuck is wrong?"

"Who says there's anything wrong?" Justin watched as Jean Philippe paced the living room.

"Since seeing you get tweaked at Babylon is not an every day occurrence, in addition to the fact that Kinney appears to be nowhere in sight, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that there must be something."

"Perhaps I felt the need to indulge in some pain management."

"Mon cul." (My ass.)

"Alright, fine," Justin conceded, "there is something."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I-I don't know..."

"Why don't I get you some water," Bonbois offered. "You'll thank me in the morning," he threw over his shoulder as he headed into the kitchen.

***

"So, now that you are more coherent, perhaps you're ready to talk?" Bonbois attempted again, as he stood in the kitchen peeling a green apple.

"He left," Justin whispered.

"Kinney?"

"Brian went to Ibiza," Justin sighed.

"And you're upset?" Bonbois came to sit beside the blond. He had a hard time believing that Justin would be so distressed over what could be described as normal behavior for Brian.

"We were supposed to go together. In fact, we were scheduled to leave a week from Monday."

"So, instead of waiting until you were originally scheduled to leave, he packed up and left by himself?" Bonbois couldn't get over the stupidity of his infernal neighbor.

"Yep," Justin confirmed grimly. "Not only did he leave without me, he also left me in charge of the business when he knows I have my final exams next week."

"Quel connard," Bonbois muttered to himself. (What a bastard.)

"How he expects me to look after the business and manage my exams is beyond me."

"So, fuck him," Bonbois offered.

"Huh?" the artist stared at his neighbor.

"You don't owe that bastard a goddamn thing," Bonbois declared. "Your only responsibility is to yourself. If he wants to get his rocks off in Ibiza, let him. However, staying here and going off on a binge of your own isn't going to accomplish anything."

"Yeah, but that still doesn't solve the problem of how I'm supposed to run the business and get through my exams," Justin protested.

"No, but as far as Kinney is concerned, he made his choice. You shouldn't have to be the one to suffer the consequences. Besides, I'm sure you can always delegate his shit out at the office," Bonbois reasoned. "The only thing you need to do is focus on your exams. Don't let Kinney ruin your education."

"I'm not about to."

"Good," Bonbois smiled. "Now, why don't I help you to your loft. I'm sure you could use a good night's sleep."

Sunday
Noon
The Loft

Justin sat at the dining room table, flipping through his notes for his art history class when he heard the telephone ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Justin, it's Lindsay.

"Oh, hi, Linds," Justin's stomach knotted in discomfort. So far he had been able to keep Brian's departure a secret from the family.

"How are you, honey?"

"Fine, just busy studying for my exams."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," Lindsay assured. "While I know this is short notice, do you think you might be able to take a break from your studies and stop by for dinner tonight?"

"Uh, Brian's not really around, and I..."

"Actually, Justin, Melanie and I thought it would be better if it was just you tonight," Lindsay indicated.

"Oh," Justin remarked in surprise, relieved that he didn't have to elaborate further about Brian's whereabouts. "Well, in that case, sure," he agreed, always eager for a home-cooked meal and the opportunity to see Gus.

"Wonderful. Why don't you stop by at six?"

"Great. See you then," Justin agreed, eager to take his mind off Brian and focus it instead on his studies.

6:45 p.m.
Melanie and Lindsay's

"Thanks for inviting me," Justin offered over dinner.

"Any time," Lindsay smiled. "Gus loves having you here; isn't that right Lambskin?" she asked, turning to her son.

"Yes," the boy agreed.

"So, Gus, are you almost finished with school for the year?"

"Uh-huh," Gus smiled happily.

"Speaking of that," Melanie began. "Gus has a big event coming up this week."

"You do?" Justin asked, turning his attention to Gus.

"My class is going to have a field day," he announced excitedly.

"Wow, that sounds like fun."

"It will be," Gus predicted. "Especially since mommies and daddies get to be there too."

"It looks like you two are in for a treat," Justin winked at Melanie and Lindsay.

"Mommy said that she would play with me, but that mamma has to be careful since she has my brother or sister in her tummy," Gus went on to explain.

"That's right."

"Mommy also said I could also ask Daddy, but I thought I would ask you instead since I know Daddy wouldn't want to get his clothes dirty in the potato sack races."

"You're probably right, Gus," Justin agreed sadly. At one time he would have found humor in the comment, but now all he felt was regret.

"So, can you come, Jus?" Gus asked eagerly.

"When is it?"

"Wednesday morning," Lindsay replied.

"I think I should be able to swing it," Justin agreed. "Besides, I can't let you lose the potato sack race," he winked at the boy, glad he could be there for him.

9:30 p.m.
The Loft

Returning to the loft after dinner, Justin found himself pacing the living room as he attempted to find a solution to the problem surrounding his final art project. Brian's sudden departure to Spain had left him without a model and in quite a lurch. As the blond found himself about to give into defeat, his train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door.

***

"Uh, hey," Justin slid open the door to find Bonbois on the other side holding a large pastry box.

"Bonsoir," Jean Philippe greeted back as he followed Justin into the loft. "How's the studying?"

"Not bad," the blond shrugged while Jean Philippe noted the books spread out on the dining room table.

"I thought I'd stop by to see if you needed anything and also to give you this," he said, handing the box to Justin.

"What is this?"

"Energy food," Bonbois replied easily.

"Energy food?"

"Chocolatines, chaussons aux pommes, which you'll discover to be apple turnovers, and tarte au sucre, which is a sugar pie."

"Trying to fatten me up?" Justin couldn't help but laugh.

"Non, I like you just the way you are," Bonbois smirked. "Besides, I'm sure your studies will burn the calories in no time."

"One would hope."

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" Jean Philippe questioned.

"I haven't decided. I've been too busy trying to figure out what the fuck I'm supposed to do about my final project."

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Brian's departure has left me without a model."

"What type of project is it?" Bonbois asked.

"A nude study, and unfortunately it's probably too late to arrange for another model," Justin sighed.

"It's never too late for anything," Bonbois argued as he suddenly reached for his wife-beater and began pulling it over his shoulders.

"U-uh, what are you doing?" Justin stared at his neighbor.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Bonbois laughed while he began shedding his jeans.

"Oh my God," the blond found himself whispering in pure mortification as his eyes took in his neighbor's magnificent form.

"I take it I'll do?" Jean Philippe questioned casually.

"Y-you'll more than d-do," Justin found himself responding as he attempted in vain to avoid gazing at Bonbois' enormous cock.

"Bien," Bonbois nodded with a pleased expression. "Now I would suggest we get to work."

"R-right," Justin took a deep breath, before gathering his sketchbook and charcoals off the dining room table and bracing himself for the situation that lay ahead.

Tuesday, June 15th
11:15 a.m.
Kinnetik

"Hi, Cynthia," Justin greeted Brian's assistant as he entered Kinnetik that morning.

"Hello, Justin. How did your exam go this morning?" Cynthia inquired.

"It wasn't too bad."

"Good to hear."

"You look tired, sweetie," August joined the conversation. Both he and Cynthia were worried about the blond.

"I feel like I could sleep for a week," Justin admitted. "Unfortunately, I have a conference call with Leland Communications this afternoon."

"Well, just be sure to tell us if you need anything," August instructed.

"I will," the blond assured, before turning to head toward his office.

***

An hour later, Justin was nearing the end of his call when he looked up to see Jean Philippe enter with take-out bags from a nearby bistro. Masking a look of surprise, the blond observed his neighbor removing large portions of food and setting up two places for them on his coffee table.

"Bonjour," Bonbois greeted as soon as Justin finished his call.

"What's this?" the artist motioned to the food.

"Lunch. I thought you might like a nutritious feast to celebrate the conclusion of your first exam."

"And how could I pass up such an invitation?" the blond joked, as he stood up from his desk to join the celebration.

***

"Is something wrong with your hand?" Jean Philippe inquired. The fact that Justin seemed to be having difficulty holding his fork had not gone unnoticed.

"It's nothing," Justin brushed Bonbois' concerns aside.

"Somehow I find myself having trouble believing you."

"Look, it happens from time to time. It's really no big deal."

"Then give me your hand," Bonbois instructed.

"Why?"

"So that I can see that it's no big deal," Bonbois stated.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Justin hesitated in attempt to hide the cramping he was currently experiencing.

"I see," Jean Philippe murmured. "What's on your schedule this afternoon?"

"I was going to take care of a few things here before heading home to study."

"Can the things here wait?"

"I suppose," Justin shrugged.

"Good. I think it's time you met my friend Pierre," Bonbois decided with firm resolve.

2:00 p.m.
Pittsburgh Penguins Training Complex

"Where are we?" Justin asked as he followed Bonbois into the Penguins' training complex.

"My office," Bonbois casually drawled.

"I take it this Pierre is here?"

"Good guess," Bonbois smirked as he led Justin into a workout room that boasted state of the art equipment.

***

"Pierre, this is Justin. Justin, Pierre," Bonbois introduced a middle-aged Frenchman moments later. "Pierre, is my physical therapist," he turned to Justin. "He's also the best physical therapist in the league."

"You must be lucky to have him," Justin remarked.

"Oui," Bonbois agreed. "Now, I'm going to leave you in Pierre's capable hands so that he can take a look at your hand. In the meantime, I'll be taking a spin out on the ice."

"But, I don't need..."

"Yes, you do, Justin, and that's why you're going to let Pierre take care of the pain," Bonbois instructed. "I can assure you that he'll have you feeling better in no time," he promised.

9:15 p.m.
The Loft

Several hours later Justin sat in front of the television enjoying a slice of pizza. He'd decided to lay off the studying for an hour and take in the latest episode of The Amazing Race. While Brian found the show utterly obnoxious, Justin enjoyed watching the teams race across the world to exotic locations.

Glancing down at his hand, the blond felt grateful to Jean Philippe for having the good sense to take him to see Pierre. Bonbois' therapist had been an utter godsend when it came to easing the pain in his hand. Justin was also relieved by the fact that his friend hadn't pried when it came to the reason for his pain. Even after three years, the artist still experienced cramping from overuse. Fortunately, he'd been able to come to terms with the fact that his hand would never be perfect, and tried to accept the pain as it came.

Thinking back to Bonbois, Justin found himself shaking his head in awe. The man was an absolute steam-roller. If his neighbor hadn't intervened, Justin wasn't sure how he would have made it through the past few days. Fortunately, Jean Philippe had seen to it that he focused his energy on school instead of Brian.

Brian... The thought of his partner made Justin's stomach twist in pain. He didn't want to think about his betrayal or the fact that he'd abandoned him to indulge in the ultimate pain management binge. Eager to block his lover from his mind, Justin was relieved to hear a knock at the door.

***

"Shouldn't you be at Babylon or entertaining some trick in your loft?" Justin joked as he opened his door to Bonbois.

"It's still early," Bonbois drawled.

"True."

"How's the hand?"

"Better. I can't thank you enough."

"Don't sweat it," Bonbois dismissed as he wandered into the living room. "Shouldn't you be studying?" he motioned to the television.

"I'm taking a break," Justin rolled his eyes at his neighbor's attempt at micro-management.

"That's some television."

"Don't get me started." The blond was still bitter over his partner's extravagant purchase.

"What are you watching?"

"The Amazing Race. They're in Marseille right now," the artist indicated as he took his seat back in front of the television. "Have you ever been there?"

"Oui. Luc and I went back a few years ago," Bonbois replied, finding himself taking a seat next to Justin. Soon he was sharing the pizza and pointing out the various landmarks in Marseille.

Wednesday
2:00 p.m.

Justin entered his office in the best mood he had been in since Brian's departure. He had found himself enjoying Gus' field day immensely and had even taken first place among all of the fathers in the sack race. Gus seemed genuinely happy, and had been eager to show him off to all of his friends.

"Thank God, you're here," Cynthia ran up to Justin frantically.

"What's up?" the blond had a feeling he wasn't going to like what Brian's assistant had to say.

"Leo Brown called this morning. I'm afraid there's a problem with the campaign, and I can't get a hold of Brian. Do you have any idea where he might be staying?"

"No, I haven't talked to him since he left."

"Damn. I knew this was going to happen," Cynthia gave a resigned sigh. "I don't know how much longer we can keep Brown hanging."

"I'll call him," Justin offered. "I'm sure we can resolve the situation." The artist hoped for his sake, this would be the case. If not, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

5:00 p.m.
Bonbois' Loft

"How was field day?" Bonbois asked as Justin continued the nude study of him a few hours later.

"Fun. I kicked ass in the sack race," the blond boasted.

"I'm sure you made mon petit proud."

"Now if only I could kick ass when it came to Leo Brown," Justin mused.

"Isn't he the owner of Brown Athletics?"

"The one and only. He's also one of Brian's clients," Justin added.

"I'm sensing a bit of a problem."

"That's putting it mildly. Before Brian left for Ibiza he had only recently wrapped up his work on Brown's latest campaign. While Brown seemed satisfied at the time, one of his focus groups has since changed its mind, and now they are in a complete tailspin. Naturally, Brian is nowhere to be found."

"Naturally," Bonbois rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, on top of everything else, it looks like I'm going to have to come up with an entirely new campaign unless Brian gets his ass home soon," Justin murmured, as his eyes rested on Bonbois' trophy case. "Is that an Olympic gold medal?" he questioned off handedly, pointing to one of the items on display.

"Yes, it is."

"I didn't realize you had played in the games before," Justin commented.

"I played for Team Canada in the Salt Lake games. It was one of the best experiences of my life to date."

"I can imagine. Winning a gold medal has got to be one of the greatest achievements an athlete can... Wait a minute!" the artist suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Bonbois stared at Justin.

"That's it. I can focus Brown's campaign around the summer games in Athens."

"I think you might be on to something," Jean Philippe observed, impressed with Justin's idea.
"Do you mind if we cut our session short?"

"Not at all. I can see that the genius is already hard at work."

"I don't know about the genius bit, but I appreciate the vote of confidence."

"De rien, Sunshine, de rien," Bonbois murmured as he watched his friend hurry out of the loft.

Friday, June 18th
11:30 a.m.
PIFA

As Justin exited his professor's office that morning, he breathed a sigh of relief. Exams were over, and his project was finally completed. Amazingly enough, Bonbois had been an exemplary model. While it had been a challenge for Justin to avoid lusting after his neighbor's amazing body, he had managed to capture Bonbois' form with ease. For the first time in months the blond felt inspired. Already, his mind was spinning with ideas. If it weren't for having to worry about the Brown campaign, Justin would be spending some time in his studio.

"Bonjour." Justin looked toward the building's entrance to find Jean Philippe standing there waiting for him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought you might be in the mood to celebrate," Bonbois indicated. "I also thought that after all the work we did on your project yesterday, another visit to Pierre might be in order."

"You're probably right," Justin agreed as he looked down at his hand. While it wasn't shaking, he had been experiencing intermittent pain throughout the morning.

"I'm always right," Bonbois offered arrogantly, causing Justin to smile.

12:30 p.m.
Presto

"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done this week," Justin remarked over lunch an hour later.

"I'm sure I'll think of a way for you to repay me," Bonbois commented wickedly.

"Just remember, I don't kiss," Justin reminded.

"We'll see about that."

"So, when does practice for the new season begin?" Justin asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Not until mid-September. I'm going to be playing for Team Canada in the World Cup of Hockey at the end of August."

"Get to travel anywhere exciting?"

"Our first match is in Montreal against the United States. Needless to say, I'm pretty excited to be playing at home. From there we'll be moving on to Toronto."

***

"Whatever happened with the campaign for Brown Athletics?" Bonbois inquired while Justin was busy devouring a large brownie for dessert.

"I'm flying out to Chicago on Sunday night to meet with Brown and pitch a new campaign that will have a tie into the summer Olympics."

"Still no word from Kinney?"

"Nope."

"Well, I wouldn't waste my time worrying about the asshole," Bonbois advised. "As for Brown, I'm sure he'll be impressed with your proposal," he assured, as Justin prayed his neighbor was right.

2:30 p.m.
Smithfield Street

"Where are we off to now?" Justin inquired as he sat next to Bonbois in his Maserati after having met with Pierre again for a physical therapy session.

"I thought we could run a few errands."

"Errands?" Justin raised a surprised eyebrow.

"One would assume that you would like to impress the shit out of Brown on Monday."

"Of course."

"Well, with that in mind, I think it's time we did something about your hair," Bonbois elaborated.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"Aside from the fact it could use a little shaping, no."

"I've been trying to grow it out the past two months," Justin commented. "When I met you, I had recently cropped the majority of my hair off."

"Any particular reason why?"

"Maybe I was sick of people viewing me as a kid."

"That's reason enough," Bonbois nodded as he pulled into a parking space across from Moda.

"Here," Justin said, taking a picture out of his wallet and handing it to Bonbois. "Cody at the diner gave me this. He thought I would look good with this style."

"Cody has good taste," Bonbois observed. "Perhaps you should take his recommendation."

"Perhaps I should," Justin agreed with confidence.

***

"I should have known Claude was your hairdresser also," Justin laughed as he departed the salon with Jean Philippe forty-five minutes later.

"I take it he's Kinney's stylist as well?"

"You got it," the blond confirmed.

"I never said Kinney didn't have discriminating taste," Bonbois grinned seductively at Justin. "Now, it's time for our next stop."

"And that is?"

"To visit my tailor, Armand," Bonbois responded. "If you're going to impress Brown, you're going to need a suit that's as impressive as your hair."

"I see," Justin rolled his eyes. "Do I even dare want to know how much this is going to cost me?"

"I'm sure I can persuade Armand to cut you a deal. Although, I'll expect something in return."

"If you're looking for another kiss, don't count on it," Justin warned.

"Who said anything about kissing?" Bonbois countered, causing Justin to blush in response. When it came to his neighbor, things were definitely heating up.

Sunday
11:30 a.m.
The Loft

Justin was in the midst of packing for his trip to Chicago when he heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was Jean Philippe, he hurried to answer it only to be surprised to find Lindsay and Gus standing on the other side.

"Hi guys," Justin smiled at both mother and son. "Come on in."

"It looks like you're packing," Lindsay observed.

"Uh, yeah," Justin looked away, knowing Lindsay must think he was packing for Ibiza. "I'm sorry this place is such a mess, I've had a pretty chaotic week with exams and everything..."

"It looks like you could use a break. Why don't we sit down," Lindsay suggested.

"Where are my manners?" Justin frowned as he followed his guests into the living room. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I'm fine. What about you Lambskin, would you like anything?"

"No thank you. Can Justin open his present now, Mommie?"

"Present?" Justin turned to look at Lindsay in surprise.

"It's Father's Day," Gus announced happily.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot. Sorry, Gus," Justin sheepishly apologized for his language.

"Anyway, when I asked Gus what he wanted to do for Father's Day he insisted on getting you a gift," Lindsay explained.

"You didn't have to," the blond protested.

"We wanted to," Lindsay smiled. "Would you like to give Justin his present now?" Lindsay turned to her son.

"Yes!" Gus exclaimed as he reached for the box his mother had brought with her. "Here you go, Jus," he said, handing Justin the gift.

"Thanks, Gus," Justin grinned, as he unwrapped the present. "Oh my gosh," he broke out into a wide smile as he opened the box to discover a scrapbook inside.

"I helped Gus make it for you," Lindsay said as Justin began flipping through the pages. "We thought you might like it."

"Like it? It's amazing," Justin smiled. "Thank you, Gus," he said, hugging the child in gratitude.

"We also made a card for Brian," Lindsay indicated. "I take it he's not around?"

"No, he's not," the artist confirmed.

"You must be excited to be leaving on your trip tomorrow," Lindsay said as she noticed the tension in Justin's features.

"I'm not going to Spain," Justin revealed in a quiet voice.

"You're not?"

"No. The trip is off. I'm going to Chicago instead; on business."

"But you two had planned on it for so..." Suddenly Lindsay picked up on the absence of Brian's personal belongings resting in the loft in addition to the fact that the man would never stand for the current state of untidiness in his home. "When you said Brian wasn't here earlier, you just didn't mean that he wasn't here this moment did you?"

"No, I didn't. Brian's in Ibiza, Lindsay," Justin confessed tersely. "He left a week ago without me and I haven't heard from him since."

"Oh my God. That son of a bitch," Lindsay shook her head in disgust.

"Look, there's nothing any of us can do, Linds. All we can do is wait until he comes home."

"And what then?"

"I don't know," Justin admitted. "I honestly don't know." When it came to his future with Brian, the blond was no longer certain he even had a future with his partner.

***

A few hours later, Justin had concluded his packing and found himself with some time to kill. Standing at the kitchen counter, he couldn't help but glance down at the Father's Day gift Gus had given him. While Justin treasured the gift, he noticed that he was also filled with a sense of sadness. As much as he knew he had done the right thing when it came to Gus, he also knew that it should be Brian enjoying these special moments with his son as opposed to himself.

Thinking of his relationship with his own father, Justin realized that while he had once mourned the loss of his father, the fact that his father still hated him seemed to matter less and less. He knew now that no matter what he did, no matter how much of a success he became, his father's hatred of his homosexuality would always stand in the way. In a way it was a shame that Craig couldn't be more like Royce who had never judged him based on the fact that he was gay; in fact he had been nothing but supportive. The more Justin thought about his mother's boyfriend, the more he realized that he should give the man a chance. With that in mind, he decided to pay a visit to the attorney on his way to the airport. It was time he made more of an effort when it came to their relationship.

Friday, June 25th
8:30 p.m.
The Loft

Five days later, Justin entered the loft exhausted. After successfully pitching Leo Brown his idea for Brown Athletics' latest line, he had spent the remainder of the week traveling back and forth between the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs and Chicago in attempt to put together the new campaign in record time. Fortunately, Justin had Brendan and Nathan with him, and as always they had pulled together to create a brilliant set of ads. Justin intended to finalize the campaign over the weekend and fly back to Chicago on Monday to present it to Brown. It also just so happened that the Clio Awards were the coming Wednesday, which meant the blond would be spending the majority of his week in the Windy City.

As he took a quick glance around the loft, Justin immediately picked up on the fact that Brian hadn't returned home. It appeared that his partner's pain management binge was now headed for a fourteen-day record. If and when he did come home, Justin could only imagine his reaction to the changes in the Brown campaign. As far as the blond was concerned, once Brian had boarded his flight for Spain, he had rescinded the right to complain.

11:00 p.m.
The Loft

Lying on the floor pillows in the living room, Justin took another hit off the joint he was sharing with Bonbois. After his neighbor had stopped by with his mail, the two had decided to celebrate Justin's recent success with Brown by ordering a pizza and indulging in Bonbois' premium stash of cannabis.

"Kinney's going to hit the roof when he finds out that his campaign is no more," Bonbois laughed, as Justin rolled closer beside him.

"Tough shit. The asshole deserves it," Justin declared in response.

"You can say that again."

"I doubt he'll care too much, though. Not after two weeks straight of all the fucking and sucking he could ever imagine."

"Oui," Bonbois agreed. "When he does return, you should be careful," he advised.

"Brian's safe, he's always safe," Justin began to protest.

"Even the safest aren't immune to everything," Bonbois argued. "I've been to Ibiza, and can vouch firsthand that the island is crawling with some distasteful side effects. I got a terrible case of crabs there two summers ago and can assure you that I had every intention of being safe. My career is way too important to ever want to jeopardize."

"Safe or not, he deserves whatever he gets," Justin stated as he stood up. "Want another beer?" he offered.

"Sure."

***

"So, what is someone like you doing with an asshole like Kinney?" Bonbois inquired as they were once again lying on the floor after indulging in a few more drinks and another joint.

"I'm not sure I know the answer to that question anymore," Justin admitted. "I guess there was a time when he meant the world to me. Now I'm not so sure."

"Well, I say 'fuck him'". You're a hot little piece, who needs a prick like him when you could have anyone you wanted."

"I don't know about anyone..."

"Trust me, the second you leave Kinney you'll have a line of men waiting at your doorstep."

"What about you?" Justin found himself asking.

"What about me?"

"Would you fuck me?"

"Do you even need to ask," Bonbois rolled his eyes. "Didn't Kinney inform you of my offer?"

"What offer?" Justin stared at Jean Philippe in shock.

"I told him that I wanted you for a weekend and that I would give him two of Pittsburgh's top hustlers in exchange."

"I swear, if I wasn't both drunk and high at the moment, I would throw your ass out."

"But you won't, because deep down you like me. I'd almost venture a guess that deep down you secretly want me to fuck you."

"In your dreams," Justin rolled his eyes. "You know I cheated on him once before," the blond suddenly turned serious.

"Excuse my lack of comprehension, but how does one cheat on a man like Kinney?"

"We had rules. One of them was that we couldn't fuck the same guy more than once."

"I take it you broke it?"

"I did a little more than that. I wound up leaving him for another man."

"And the other man?"

"It was a mistake. Needless to say, it didn't last very long," Justin cringed at the memory.

"Is there a moral to this story?" Bonbois questioned.

"I suppose you could say it's about not making the same mistake twice," Justin confessed. "Besides, as much as I would like to fuck you, we both know I'd be nothing more than a trick."

"You're right. I don't do relationships. However, if you left Kinney, would it really matter if it was just a fuck or not?"

"No, but who's to say what's going to happen with Brian. All I know is that at this very moment I'm pissed as hell at him. I'm pissed that he broke his promise. I'm pissed that he left me to cope with the demands of the office when he knew I had my finals approaching. I'm pissed that he let me down on my final project, and I'm pissed that I had to save his ass with Brown."

"So, what are you planning to do about it?"

"At the moment, nothing."

"Somehow that doesn't seem fair," Bonbois remarked. "If you're as pissed at Kinney as you say you are, maybe you should do something about it. Perhaps you could make some type of statement so that when he does come home from this binge of his, he realizes the stupidity of his ways."

"If you think I'm going to let you fuck..."

"As much as I'd like to, I don't do sloppy seconds. When it comes to Kinney, I think we can devise other methods that will hit him where it hurts."

"Such as?" Justin inquired.

"The Marie-Claire approach," Bonbois grinned deviously. "Luc's wife is a hell-cat when she is in a temper. Hell, she ran over his new set of golf clubs when she found out that he'd lied about going to Monte Carlo with me last fall."

"What are you suggesting? I key his car?" Justin laughed in disbelief.

"I think we can come up with something better than that."

"I suppose I could always stain his sacred Moda sofa, or then again, I could..."

"What?" Jean Philippe noticed Justin's eyes widen in excitement.

"Come with me," Justin stood up and grabbed Bonbois by the arm. "I've got just the thing," he announced as he led Jean Philippe into the bedroom, intent on proving once and for all that he had enough when it came to his partner's pain management binges.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 14

2008-01-02T04:59:11Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 14

Tuesday, June 1st
7:30 a.m.
The Loft

Justin was in the kitchen pouring himself a bowl of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios when he saw Brian crawl out of bed and make his way into the bathroom. The blond wondered if his partner would be making an appearance at the office, especially since he hadn't made it home the night before until the early hours of the morning.

As he heard the shower turn on, Justin sighed openly in relief. Perhaps today would mark the day that Brian would put the ugliness of the past few days behind him and focus instead on getting back to his normal routine.

***

Minutes later, Brian exited the bathroom wearing his royal-blue silk robe. As he treaded into the kitchen, Justin couldn't help but notice his bloodshot eyes and haggard appearance.

"I take it I'll be seeing you at the office later?" the blond questioned as he gathered a stack of files up off the counter.

"Why wouldn't you?" Brian posed while he busied himself with making coffee.

"Well, considering the non-stop pain management binge you've been on the past six days, one could assume that you may not feel up to it," Justin observed.

"I can assure you, I'm fine."

"Sure." Justin didn't believe it for a second. He gathered his messenger bag and headed for the door. "Oh, before I forget, you might want to make time for your son this week. I know he was pretty disappointed when you failed to show for Mel and Linds' barbecue yesterday."

"I'll make it up to him."

"Just make sure you don't forget," Justin instructed before exiting the loft, leaving Brian to stare back at him in irritation.

12:30 p.m.
The Diner

After finishing his classes for the day, Justin decided to stop at the diner for something to eat. He'd spoken to Cynthia earlier, and had learned that Brian had made it into the office. He hoped this was a sign that perhaps Brian was attempting to settle back into his routine. If not, Justin wasn't sure how many more pain management binges he was willing to put up with.

"Hi, Sunshine," Debbie greeted cheerfully as she rushed over to give him a motherly hug.

"Hey, Deb," the blond hugged her back, then seated himself in his usual booth.

"What can I get you, honey?"

"I don't know...."

"How about a nice burger and fries along with a chocolate milkshake to fatten you up? You look a bit thin, Sunshine," Debbie observed with her usual motherly concern.

"Alright," Justin agreed reluctantly, not sure if he could stomach all that food in his current mood.

***

"So, how is he?" Debbie came to sit across from Justin as he ate his lunch.

"Not good."

"I thought as much when he didn't make an appearance yesterday at Lindsay and Melanie's."

"On the outside he's been acting as if he could care less. You saw how he was at the funeral."

"Yes, I did. It was as if she was a stranger as opposed to his mother," Debbie sighed over Brian's lack of emotion.

"It didn't help matters that Claire was an absolute basket case. You should have seen her at the hospital; she was a raving bitch," Justin recalled.

"Well, it's no mystery where she got it from," Debbie frowned. "Other than his lack of emotion, how is he holding up?"

"Aside from getting shit faced every night since the funeral, I'd say alright," Justin sighed in frustration.

"It will get better, Sunshine," Debbie assured, as she squeezed the artist's hand.

"I know, Deb. It's just that I worry about him so much..."

"Of course you do, honey. You love him."

"I just wish there was something more I could do, but every time I try to get him to open up, he pushes me away," the blond confessed.

"Give him time, Sunshine," Debbie advised. "He'll come around, you'll see. Besides, aren't you two going to Ibiza soon?"

"Yeah, in a couple of weeks."

"Well, I'm sure by then everything will be alright," Debbie smiled. "Just give him this time to heal."

"Thanks, Deb," Justin smiled at his surrogate mother, grateful for her advice.

"No problem kiddo. You know I'm always here for you if you need me," she reminded, before standing up to get back to her shift, hoping for Justin's sake that time was all Brian needed.

4:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Sitting at his desk, attempting to focus on his latest campaign for Liberty Air, Brian found his train of thought interrupted as Cynthia buzzed to inform him that Claire was on the phone. Reluctantly, he picked up the receiver and braced himself for his sister's latest crisis.

"Yes, Claire?" Brian answered gruffly.

"Brian, thank God you're there. I'm having an absolute hell of a time going through Mother's things and arranging for a realtor. In addition to that, her roof is leaking like crazy from all the recent rain we've had, and I can't be responsible for finding someone to fix it."

"Are you expecting me to do something about it?"

"Well, you could get your ass over here and give me a hand. With two kids of my own on top of everything else, I can't possibly be expected to take care of everything."

"I thought I made it clear at the wake that I wasn't interested in Joan's estate, and that you could have everything."

"I realize that but...."

"But what? As far as I'm concerned it's your mess, Claire, not mine."

"You're an ass, Brian. A real ass."

"Thanks for the compliment," Brian laughed bitterly. "Now in the future, I would appreciate it if you conducted any communication regarding Joan's estate via my attorney."

"That pompous asshole you brought with you to mother's funeral?"

"His name is Royce, Claire, and if you'll recall, he made it abundantly clear that I have no interest and will therefore be having no involvement in Joan's estate."

"You motherfucking..."

"Goodbye, Claire," Brian said, as he hung up the phone on his sister, not in the least bit interested in listening to another one of her tirades.

***

Half an hour later, Brian found himself staring vacantly outside his office window. After the phone call with Claire, he'd found his mind drifting back to his mother's last visit. No matter how hard he tried to block out the ugly image, he'd been unable to suppress it from his mind. Even now, he could still hear Joan telling him that she was ashamed to call him her son, that she hoped he burned in hell. It was an image that would stay with him forever.

8:00 p.m.
Woody's

Unable to take his mind off of his mother, Brian decided to stop at Woody's after work for a drink. As he sat at the bar, nursing a scotch, he thought back to Justin's attitude towards him that morning. Brian knew he was trying his patience, but at the same time, he felt that it wasn't his partner's place to judge him, especially when the blond had played a key role in setting Joan over the edge this past month. If Justin had minded his own business and had stayed out of his relationship with Joan he would never have had to...

"What now," Brian groaned as he found his thoughts interrupted by the buzzing of his cell phone.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hi, Bri, it's Lindsay."

"Hi, Linds."

"Where are you? It sounds pretty loud in the background."

"Woody's," Brian replied.

"Oh. Well, I won't keep you then. I just wanted to see how you were doing and to invite you to dinner on Thursday. Gus missed seeing you yesterday, and I thought that maybe you could make it up to him by coming over for dinner. You know Bri, he misses you quite a bit."

"I know," Brian admitted roughly. "As for Thursday, I suppose it wouldn't kill me to stop by for dinner."

"Good, why don't we plan on six-thirty? Love you, Bri," Lindsay said before ending the call.

"Love you too, Linds," Brian murmured to himself before signaling the bartender for another scotch.

Thursday
11:00 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian had recently returned to his office, after meeting with his Brown Athletics team, to receive an important phone call from Scott Matthews of Liberty Air. Due to a major upcoming announcement regarding a restructuring of routes, the airline was holding a series of strategic meetings in New York City, and felt it best for Brian to attend. Anxious to get away from Pittsburgh, and for something to focus on aside from his mother, Brian eagerly agreed to the invitation.

Once he had finished cleaning up his office and gathering the items he would need for his trip, Brian decided to drop by Justin's office to inform him of his impending departure.

"Hey," the blond looked up from his computer to see his partner approaching his desk.

"Hey," Brian cautiously greeted back, as things were still a bit tense between them. "Do you think you can handle the manager's meeting on your own tomorrow?"

"I guess," Justin shrugged. "Any particular reason why?"

"Scott Matthews called about an hour ago, and he has requested that I fly out to New York as soon as possible," Brian indicated.

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"I'm not certain," Brian offered noncommittally.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Of course it's a good idea," Brian rolled his eyes. He was sick of Justin treating him like some fragile piece of glass.

"Well, call me when you get in," Justin said, as he stood up from his desk and kissed his lover on the cheek.

"I will," Brian promised, turning to leave his partner's office.

"Later," Justin called out to him.

"Later," Brian threw over his shoulder as he eagerly turned his attention back to his business trip.

8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Justin was sitting on the couch, reading one of his art history books for class when the telephone rang. Thinking it was Brian, he quickly reached for the cordless only to be disappointed at the sound of Lindsay's voice.

"Hey Lindsay," Justin tried to hide the disappointment from his voice as he greeted his friend.

"Hi, Justin. You wouldn't happen to know where Brian is by any chance would you?"

"Yeah, actually he's in New York," Justin revealed.

"New York?"

"He flew out this afternoon for a meeting. Is anything wrong?"

"Only the fact that he had promised to come here tonight for dinner," Lindsay sighed in frustration.

"And let me guess, he forgot to call and cancel?" Justin surmised.

"Yes," Lindsay said regretfully.

"Is Gus upset?"

"Melanie and I managed to calm him. However, he can't keep doing this, Justin. It's not good for Gus."

"I know," Justin agreed. "Why don't you tell Gus that I'll take him on Saturday. I'm sure with Melanie being pregnant you both could use a nice break."

"You don't have to do that Justin," Lindsay protested.

"I want to," Justin assured. "You know how much I love Gus."

"Yes, and he loves you also. I'm sure he'll look forward to seeing you on Saturday."

***

"Damn you, Brian," Justin swore to himself after his call with Lindsay.

He knew he shouldn't be surprised by the fact that Brian had carelessly neglected to cancel with Lindsay, but at the same time, it angered him that Brian continued to hurt his son with his thoughtless behavior.

Reaching for the phone he angrily dialed Brian's cell phone, only to receive his voicemail to which Justin left a terse message requesting that Brian call him. It was becoming more and more apparent to the blond that if his partner was unable to take on a more active role with Gus, he was going to have to fill the void.

Friday, June 4th
2:30 p.m.
The Boardroom
Kinnetik

At the conclusion of the manager's meeting, Justin found himself thinking back to Brian's recent failings with Gus. The more he thought about it, the stronger he felt that Gus shouldn't be the one to suffer as a result of his father's shortcomings. If Brian was unable to fulfill his role as Gus' father, then perhaps he should be the one to take his partner's place.

Having experienced firsthand the pain of his own father's rejection, Justin knew how important it was for Gus to feel secure and loved by his own father. His most recent meeting with Craig had only furthered Justin's feelings on the subject. While he knew he could never replace Brian in Gus' life, Justin didn't see the harm in stepping in until Brian was ready to take on the responsibility of his son.

Saturday
3:00 p.m.
The Park

Earlier in the morning, Justin picked Gus up from Lindsay and Melanie's and took him to his swimming lesson. Afterward, they lunched at the diner, before running a few errands and then moving on to the park.

After pushing Gus on the swings and helping him down the slide, Justin decided it was time he had a talk with the young boy and led him over to a bench.

"Have you had fun today, Gus?" Justin inquired as he sat the child next to him.

"Yes!" the child smiled happily.

"Good, I'm glad," Justin smiled back at Brian's son. "Do you mind if we have a big boy talk for a minute?"

"Sure, Jus."

"I've been thinking a lot about you and your daddy lately, Gus. Do you miss your daddy?"

"Yes, I miss my daddy," Gus replied sadly.

"I thought as much, and that's why I want to tell you about my daddy."

"You have a daddy?" Gus inquired. "I thought you only had a mommy."

"No, I have a daddy too," Justin confessed. "And just like you I miss him too."

"You do?"

"Yes, but sometimes Gus, Daddies can't always be there for us. Sometimes, there are things that take them away from us for awhile," Justin gently explained.

"Does your daddy still love you?" Gus asked.

"Of course he does, Gus," Justin replied, even though he no longer believed that to be the case. "Just as your daddy loves you. Even though he can't be here for you, and he doesn't always say it, I know for a fact that your daddy loves you and that if he could be here he would."

"I wish my daddy could be here now," Gus said unhappily.

"I know, honey, and I wish he could be here too, but that doesn't mean that I'm not here for you. You see, sometimes when Daddies are taken away from us they send someone in their place to look after us. Someone who loves us just as much."

"Did Daddy send you?"'

"Yes, Gus he did because he knows how much I love you and knows that I'll always be here for you," Justin said as he lifted the boy into his arms and gave him a hug.

"Jus?" Gus whispered into the blond's ear.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad Daddy sent you," the child revealed, tightly hugging Justin back.

"I'm glad he sent me too. Now how about we get some ice cream?" Justin suggested, relieved that Gus was pleased by his decision to take on the role of surrogate father.

Sunday
8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home from his studio that night, Justin was surprised to find Brian standing in their bedroom.

"You're home?" Justin observed as he entered the bedroom.

"Yep," Brian confirmed while maintaining his attention on his closet.

"Uh..." The blond noticed the piles of clothes stacked in various places throughout the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"Rearranging the closet," Brian replied dryly as he reached for a garment bag that was lying on the bed.

"What's all this stuff?"

"On the bed, are several items from the Armani Spring Collection," Brian revealed. "In the corner, the Prada Spring Collection, and here in front of me is Gucci. I also picked up a few things from D&G along with Versace and Ferragamo," he added.

"Good grief, Brian how much money did you spend while you were in New York?"

"A small fortune, but with the money I'm making on the Brown campaign, it only results to mere pennies."

"I see," Justin frowned as he almost tripped over a pile of his own clothes lying on the floor.

"What the heck are these doing here?" he demanded as he reached for one of his sweaters.

"In order to make room for my new wardrobe, I took the liberty of clearing out a few items in the closet I thought you could get rid of," Brian offered casually.

"Along with these others?" Justin gestured to the remaining items in the pile.

"It was the least I could do considering how old they are," Brian shrugged.

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I still like them and plan on saving them for next winter?"

"Really, Justin, as charming as your attachment to these old rags is, don't you think it's time you tried branching out a bit? Speaking of that, I bought you this," Brian threw a small Prada shopping bag in his direction.

"Gee, thanks," Justin replied half-heartedly as he took out a pair of sunglasses.

"I thought you would look hot in them," Brian remarked before turning his attention back to his closet.

"Right," Justin shrugged as he proceeded to bend down and pick up the clothing items of his that Brian had carelessly strewn across the floor. He supposed he could always ask his mother if he could store his winter clothes at her place. "I think I'm going to watch television. Let me know when you're finished for the evening," the blond indicated, exiting the bedroom and heading into the living room, eager to get away from his partner's latest bout of retail insanity.

Wednesday, June 9th
6:30 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian stood in front of his drinks cart that evening reflecting on everything that had happened during the past week. While he had been convinced that the trip to New York would have been just the thing to take his mind off of Joan, Brian had found himself still thinking back to her last visit with frequent regularity. Even in the backrooms of some of New York's hottest clubs, Joan Kinney had still found a way to penetrate her son's head.

As hard as he tried, Brian could not block the hateful image of his mother's parting words. Nor could he block the pain and anger associated with them. While two weeks had passed since his mother's demise, Brian felt as if he were suffocating to death. He found himself unable to cope with the constant feelings Joan's passing had resurrected, feelings that should have been long since buried.

Meanwhile
Jennifer Taylor's Condo

"So, sweetie, how is Brian doing?" Jennifer Taylor asked her son over dinner. She had called earlier in the day to invite him and Brian over to dinner with Molly and Royce. Brian as usual had declined, but Justin had been eager to spend an evening away from the tension-filled loft.

"Alright, I guess," Justin shrugged, not wanting to elaborate much further in Royce and Molly's presence.

"I'm sure he just needs a little time," Jennifer assured. "Debbie mentioned that you two were headed to Spain in a few weeks."

"Yeah, as soon as my exams are finished."

"I'm sure you'll both enjoy it," Royce commented. "And I'm sure Brian will enjoy the opportunity to get away from his ghastly sister."

"Definitely. We can't thank you enough for everything you've done."

"Don't sweat it," Royce smiled, glad he could be of assistance.

***

"So Jus, did you tell Mom about your run in with Dad a few weeks ago?" Molly questioned over dessert.

"Uh, no. How do you know about that?"

"Kyle told me. He said that Jean Philippe Bonbois was about to give him an autograph, but that dad blew his top when Bonbois started to kiss you."

"Uh..."

Surprised, Jennifer questioned her son. "Justin, what is this all about?"

"I uh, ran into Dad a few weeks ago at Pappagano's," Justin confessed hesitantly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jennifer demanded.

"With all the recent chaos I must have forgotten."

"I take it things didn't go so well?" Royce surmised.

"You could say that. I was having a drink with my neighbor, Jean Philippe Bonbois, when Craig brought Kyle over for an introduction," Justin began to explain. "Unfortunately, Jean Philippe heard Craig and me exchange bitter words in the men's room, and quickly figured out that Craig is something of a homophobe. Needless to say, when Craig started to play the devoted father, Jean Philippe took the opportunity to put him in his place."

"Now that I would have loved to have witnessed," Royce chuckled. "Bonbois certainly doesn't pull any punches on the ice. One can only imagine what he must be like in person."

"Try scary as hell," Justin joked. "Actually, he's not that bad. He's a lot like Brian in that his bark is worse than his bite."

"Well, gay or not, I think he's hot," Molly joined in.

"Molly?" Taken aback, Jennifer stared at her daughter.

"He is, Mom."

"I'll tell him you said that," Justin grinned. "I'll also see if I can get autographs for both you and Kyle."

"Thanks, Jus. I guess sometimes you aren't half bad after all," Molly complimented as her brother merely rolled his eyes.

***

"Would you like to take home any leftovers, sweetie?" Jennifer inquired as Justin helped her clean up the kitchen.

"Sure, Mom. By the way, would it be alright if I stored some of my winter clothes here?"

"I don't see why you can't, honey. Are you and Brian short of space?"

"Just a little," Justin responded, deciding it best to leave out the details of Brian's latest spending spree.

"Perhaps you two should get a bigger place?" Royce suggested.

"Try telling that to Brian," Justin chuckled. "Although, I highly doubt he'll consider moving any time soon. The loft is his most prized possession."

"He'll eventually change," Royce assured.

"We'll see," Justin merely shrugged.

***

"Are you available for lunch this week, Justin?" Royce asked, as the blond prepared to leave.

"Uh..." Justin began to hesitate, as his mind flashed back to the recent conversation he'd had with Gus about fathers.

"One of my close friends from Stamford is going to be in town this week, and I would really like for you to meet him," Royce continued after picking up on Justin's reluctance.

"Sure, why not?" Justin suddenly found himself agreeing. After all, it wasn't like he was going to patch things up with Craig any time soon. Perhaps it was time he gave Royce more of a chance. He didn't seem like that bad of a guy, and maybe just maybe they'd find something in common.

9:00 p.m.
The Loft

Justin returned home to the loft a few hours later to find Brian standing in front of a brand new fifty inch Plasma WEGA HDTV.

"Uh, what's that?" Justin asked in attempt to keep his cool.

"Our new television," Brian replied casually as Justin's mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"Isn't it a bit large?"

"Not really, when you consider the space we have to work with," Brian brushed his partner's concerns aside.

"Do I even want to know how much this set us back?"

"Only $7,000."

"You spent seven fucking thousand dollars on a television?" Justin demanded with sheer incredulity.

"What's your problem, it's not like it's your money," Brian argued.

"It damn well better not be my money," Justin retorted.

"Yeah, but it will be your ass watching the thing."

"Look, Brian," the blond took a deep breath to calm himself. "I realize with your mother's death you've felt a bit out of sorts of late, but don't you think the television and the clothes are a bit on the excessive side?"

"Not at all," Brian responded. "As for Joan, I could give a shit about her death. She's probably better off dead anyway."

"If you say so," Justin shrugged. "However, you seem to be forgetting one key thing," the blond pointed out. "I'm on to you, always have been, always will be. So, you can stand here telling me that her death doesn't mean a thing to you, but I know you're lying. I know that deep down inside, you're hurting just as anyone else would."

"Will you stop trying to help," Brian raked his hands through his hair in frustration. "When it comes to Joan you don't know a damn thing about the way I feel. So, why don't you do us both a favor and leave me the fuck alone about it. As for the clothes and television, I honestly don't think that what I do with my money is any of your goddamn business," Brian declared slamming down the remote to the television and storming out of the loft, leaving Justin to stare back at him in disbelief.

The Following Morning
8:30 a.m.
The Diner

Waking up to discover that Justin had already left the loft for the day, Brian had decided to stop by the diner for breakfast where he was joined by Michael and Ben along with Ted and Emmett.

"Ugh, you wouldn't believe the client from hell I'm currently working with," Emmett groaned to the group as they waited for their breakfast.

"That bad, huh?" Ben laughed.

"Try beyond bad. I must be dealing with the housewife from hell who insists on planning the birthday party of the century for her obnoxious five year old son."

"Sounds like quite the challenge," Brian offered dryly as he attempted to keep a straight face.

"Oh it's a challenge, especially since all I want to do is wring the woman's neck," Emmett declared in his typical dramatic fashion.

"At least no one wants to throw pies at you," Ted grumbled.

"Pies?" Michael repeated in curiosity.

"Kinnetik is having a charity carnival next month and yours truly over here," Ted motioned to Brian, "recommended my services to the committee hosting it. Naturally the obnoxious woman in charge thinks I would be a perfect addition to the pie throwing contest."

"Now that's a sight I wouldn't mind seeing," Debbie laughed as she strolled over with their orders.

"I'll be sure to take pictures of poor Teddy," Emmett promised.

"You better," Michael warned.

"Where's Sunshine this morning?" Debbie inquired as she refilled Brian's coffee.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Brian murmured.

"Do I sense trouble in paradise?" Emmett questioned.

"Hardly," Brian rolled his eyes, not about to discuss his relationship with the others.

"I wouldn't worry about Brian and Sunshine," Debbie assured the others. "I'm sure they'll be fucking each others brains out in Ibiza soon."

"Speaking of trips," Michael interjected. "Ben and I are planning a trip to Bermuda in a few weeks," he beamed, causing the others to gush over their good fortune as Brian felt his attention drift elsewhere.

2:00 p.m.
Kinnetik

Brian was approaching his office after a lunch meeting with his Brown Athletics team when he saw Cynthia look up uneasily from her desk.

"What's up?" Brian asked, sensing something wasn't right.

"Your sister's here," Cynthia frowned.

"Fuck."

"I didn't want her causing any trouble, so I put her in your office," Cynthia indicated.

"Thanks," Brian grimaced as he opened his door.

***

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian demanded angrily once he entered his office.

"I needed to speak to you."

"I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to speak to you again."

"Tough shit, baby brother."

"Why don't you do us both a favor and just get the fuck out of here," Brian suggested as he walked toward the door and began to open it.

"I'm not leaving, at least not until you listen to what I have to say," Claire amended.

"Fine, say your piece and then get the fuck out."

"I know you don't want to have anything to do with mother's estate, but I can't do everything all by myself," Claire began to complain. "Between the bills, the roof, the realtor, and everything else that is entailed, I just don't have the time or the money to handle things."

"So, what do you expect me to do about?"

"Well, you could start by providing me the funds I need to take care of things. Contrary to what you may believe, mother did not have much in the way of savings."

"Why am I not surprised? I suppose being an alcoholic has its expenses."

"You have some nerve to talk, Brian."

"Is there anything else? Although if I were you, I wouldn't push my luck."

"No, I think the money should be enough."

"Right, the money," Brian smirked. He couldn't get over the fact that when it came to his family, it was always about money. "I suppose I could instruct Royce to disperse some funds in your direction. However, this is the last time you'll ever see a dime from me, Claire. When it comes to playing the charitable brother, I've had it up to here, big sister. I also expect that once the house is sold, I'll be reimbursed for whatever funds I provide you. I'll have Royce draw something up in that regard. Now if that's all you've come for, I would suggest you get the fuck out of my office. Oh, and Claire, if you know what's good for you, you'll think twice before contacting me in the future."

"Gladly," Claire sent a malice-filled look in her brother's direction before taking his advice and getting the hell out of his office.

***

"Are you alright?" Cynthia entered Brian's office moments after Claire had departed.

"Yeah," Brian said as he reached for his bottle of Beam.

"Isn't it a little early for that?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow as her boss poured himself a drink.

"It's never too early. Especially when one is forced to deal with a cunt of a sister like mine."

"Maybe you should take the remainder of the day off," Cynthia suggested. "You look tired, and you don't have much scheduled for today."

"Maybe I will," Brian agreed, suddenly feeling stifled by his environment.

"I think it will do you good."

"Yes it will," Brian murmured to himself as he finished his drink.

4:00 p.m.
St. Michael's Cemetery

"So, old sport, you finally found your way to the Lord," Brian stood drunkenly in front of his mother's grave. After leaving Kinnetik, he had stopped by Royce's office to arrange payment for Claire before heading to the baths for an afternoon of pain management. Not quite certain how he had ended up at the cemetery, Brian now stared with bitterness at his mother's grave.

"Tell me Joanie, what's heaven like? Was it worth your years of suffering? Was it worth the shame caused by your disgrace of a son?" Brian questioned the grave.

"You know you were right to be ashamed of me Joanie. After all, with a soul as depraved as mine, it wasn't as if you could have saved me," Brian laughed, kicking the dirt at his feet. "Not when I'm already in hell. A hell both you and Jack were so instrumental in creating. I hope for your sake it was worth it," he scoffed before turning to leave, eager to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Beam.

Friday, June 11th
7:00 a.m.

Opening his eyes to the morning sun, Justin breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Brian lying sound asleep next to him. The blond had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning before Brian had managed to return home.

Concerned, he eyed his sleeping lover, knowing that it was time he confronted him over his mother's death. Almost three weeks had passed now, and Justin wasn't sure how much longer Brian could continue to drown his sorrows in his pain management therapy. Not only was it destructive to Brian's well-being, it was also destructive to their relationship. As hard as he was trying to be a supportive partner, there was only so much Justin was willing to take. Watching his partner destroy himself was no longer an option.

Deciding it best to let Brian sleep for now, Justin quietly rolled out of bed and began getting ready for the office. Hopefully Brian would make an appearance later in the day, and when he did, he be would there waiting for him. It was time they resolved this situation once and for all.

11:30 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"What are you doing?" Cynthia questioned as she entered Brian's office soon after his arrival to discover him packing up his laptop and putting his files away.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Brian questioned in the midst of straightening his desk.

"You're not going somewhere, are you?"

"Go to the head of the class, Cyn," Brian smirked.

"And where exactly are you going?" Cynthia inquired in confusion.

"Ibiza."

"But I thought you and Justin weren't leaving until the 21st?" Brian's assistant protested.

"Who said anything about me and Justin?" Brian shrugged as he shoved some files into a drawer.

"I can't believe you're taking off." Disbelief clouded her face as she stared at her boss.

"British Airways flight 58, Pittsburgh to London, London to Ibiza. Care to help me practice my Spanish?"

"No," Cynthia shook her in head bewilderment. "You must be absolutely demented."

"It's one of those spontaneous sort of things," Brian offered by way of excuse.

"Abandoning your partner to go on the vacation without him as promised is a spontaneous sort of thing?" Cynthia demanded disbelievingly. "Try an utterly stupid thing. And how the hell are we spontaneously supposed to cover for you while you're gone? You've got meetings lined up with Brown Athletics, Liberty Air, and Grazzini's."

"They can wait," Brian declared. "They can all wait until I get back."

"And when are you coming back?" Cynthia inquired.

"I'll let you know."

"Let you know what?" Justin asked, as he took in the scene laid out in front of him.

"Oh look, the ball and chain," Brian sardonically drawled. "Cynthia," Brian turned his attention back to his assistant, "Could you please excuse us?"

"Be sure to eat plenty of fresh fruit and drink lots of tap water," Cynthia advised angrily, before stalking out of her boss' office.

"What the fuck is she talking about, and where are you going?" Justin demanded as he eyed the packed bag resting on Brian's desk.

"Ibiza. I'm leaving tonight."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" the blond stared at his partner totally caught off guard by the revelation. "We aren't leaving until a week from Monday."

"We aren't going anywhere," Brian corrected harshly.
"What do you mean "we" aren't going anywhere? Fuck, Brian you promised to take me there, what the fuck are you..."

"We're not FUCKING MARRIED," Brian suddenly cut Justin off furiously. "And I don't need to get your fucking permission if I want to go somewhere."

"You're right," Justin breathed. "You're absolutely right, but that doesn't mean you can simply break the promises you made."

"Look, Justin, I... I need some space," Brian sighed as he walked over to his partner and drew him into his embrace.

"It's her isn't it?" Justin realized.

"Who?"

"Your mother."

"I... I don't want to discuss her."

"But you need to," Justin urged. "Christ Brian, don't you see how much her death is tearing you apart? Can't you see what she's doing to us? I know you're suffocating here, but the last thing you need is to go cavorting off on some pain management binge," he protested.

"I can't stay here another minute, Justin."

"Let me help Brian, please let me help you," Justin begged.

"I need to do this on my own. I'm sor..."

"Don't, Brian. Apologies don't become you. Just do me a favor and be careful. As much as I love you, I might not always be around," the blond warned as he turned to leave, devastated by his partner's betrayal.

He's like a king without a crown
He wears it like a clown
Watch him disappear
I wish he would come down

So call before you drown
I won't always be around

Living for the bottle
He's living for the bottle

He's a ship without a sail
He's not listening when you speak
Living for the bottle
He'll be sitting there all week

So call before you drown
I won't always be around

Living for the bottle
He's living for the bottle

There's no light on in his eyes
How heavy are the lies
Just jumped right out of his skin
He'll take you for a ride

Living for the bottle
He's living for the bottle

So call before you drown
I won't always be around

He's a dog without a bite
Still looking for a fight
All in black
He won't be home tonight

There's no light on in his eyes
How heavy are the lies
Just jumped right out of his skin
He'll take you for a ride

Living for the bottle
He's living for the bottle

I won't always be around
So call before you drown

"Bottle Living" - Dave Gahan & Knox Chandler

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 13

2008-01-02T04:57:20Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 13

Thursday, May 20th
11:00 p.m.
The Loft

"How about this one?" Justin pointed to one of the hotels listed in the travel brochure he was studying. "It boasts Asian fabrics, four-poster beds, a rooftop terrace and..."

"This?" Brian purred as he walked into the bedroom and captured Justin's lips by surprise.

"Bri..." Justin groaned in half protest. "I thought we were going to plan our trip."

"We can plan it tomorrow," Brian assured as he intently eyed his lover's naked body.

"Promise?" Justin wasn't about to let Brian off the hook when it came to their vacation.

"Promise," Brian breathed before pushing aside the pamphlets strewn across the bed to make room for his own naked frame.

***

"Is it me or can Ibiza not come soon enough?" Justin sighed after a pleasurable coupling.

"I think we both could use a much needed break," Brian tightened his arms around his lover.

"Tell me about it," the blond agreed. "I can't wait until school is finished this quarter."

"Yeah?"

"It hasn't been that great of a quarter for me."

"I thought as much."

"How could you tell?"

"I'm on to you, Jus. Always have been, always will be," Brian replied as matter-of-fact.

"So, if I told you that I've been... uh..." the artist hesitated.

"Experiencing some creative difficulties of late?" Brian offered gently. He sensed Justin was having trouble articulating his problem.

Justin admitted quietly, "I suppose you could describe it that way."

"Is it something you want to talk about?"

"I don't know. Ben thinks I should, but..."

"Maybe you should take the professor's advice," Brian interjected. "You know I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on."

"True," Justin conceded, knowing his partner was right. "I guess you could say I'm going through something of a dry spell."

"For how long?"

"A couple of months. At first I thought it was the stress of the Deekins campaign, but it's been six weeks since the election and nothing's changed."

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe what you're in need of is a break?" Brian suggested. "You've had a tremendously busy six months at Kinnetik and between juggling the agency and PIFA it's no wonder you're having trouble finding inspiration. You're probably exhausted."

"That and the fact that I haven't had much time for my art outside of school."

"Something that should be resolved," Brian declared. "I want you to take it easy this summer. You're not taking any classes are you?"

"I was thinking about it, but..."

"Don't," Brian objected. "After we get back from Ibiza, you're going to relax and take some time out for your art."

"But," Justin began to protest.

"I mean it, Justin. We've got another Grazzini campaign coming up in a few months and I want you to do the artwork this time around," Brian explained. "I'm going to need you to be well-rested and ready to devote your energy toward the new campaign."

"You mean it?" Justin was forced to admit that he was surprised by Brian's desire to have him work on the account this time around.

"I mean it." As far as Brian was concerned, Justin was the only one, apart from himself, who truly understood the intricacies of the account.

"Thanks," Justin gave a small smile in relief. "Now if only I didn't have the next month to get through."

"You'll get through it," Brian assured.

"Try telling that to someone who isn't beginning to panic over his final project."

"And what pray tell is your final project?"

"A ridiculous study of the human form that I have to do for one of my drawing classes."

"Can't you just use one of the numerous drawings you have of me?"

"Believe me, I wish. Unfortunately, the instructions are very specific. The drawings I have wouldn't, uh, how shall we say, suit the nature of the project."

"And one would assume that the thought of using some random model isn't quite cutting it?"

"You could say that."

"I suppose you could always use me," Brian offered nonchalantly. "I'm sure it wouldn't kill me to be your muse of sorts."

"You're not serious are you?" Justin stared at his lover in surprise.

"Aren't you the one who is constantly bugging me to pose?"

"True, but you never seemed all that interested in the past."

"Forget about the past, Sunshine. Now, do we have a deal or not?"

"Uh, yeah," Justin gave Brian a cautious smile. "I guess we have a deal." He still couldn't believe Brian was willing to help him.

"Good," Brian nodded in satisfaction. "Now, how about we seal our deal?" he proposed in a tone that was more than simply business.

"I think that could be arranged," Justin grinned, before leaning in and caressing Brian's lips in a searing kiss, eager to put the finishing touches on their agreement.

The Following Morning
The Boardroom
Kinnetik

Sitting at the head of the boardroom table, Brian attempted to stifle a yawn as he listened to Kinnetik's Employee Action Committee drone on about an upcoming charity event they were planning. While Brian thought his participation in the meeting was a complete waste of time, Justin and Cynthia had pressed him to take a more hands-on role with the staff. Thus, he had been forced by the pair to sit on the annoying committee.

"What do you think, Brian?" Ann Westhampton, the committee's chairwoman, questioned after outlining plans for a summer carnival.

"Sounds like you have things under control," Brian shrugged, having barely given the discussion a segment of his attention. He'd been too preoccupied envisioning all the different ways he was going to fuck Justin in Ibiza.

"I'm glad you approve, Brian," Ann smiled. "I think it's a great way to raise funds for the community in addition to promoting Kinnetik's name."

"Right," Brian nodded, as he glanced at his watch.

"Do have any thoughts as to which charities we should support?" Ann questioned.

"I'd ask around," Brian advised. "You also might want to check with Justin. He'll probably have a few ideas," he added, eager to get the woman off his back.

"I'll do that," Ann replied. "Before we wrap up, does anyone have any objections to adding a new member to the committee? I have a feeling the carnival is going to be a significant amount of work, and we'll be in need of an additional pair of hands."

"I'm sure you will," Brian agreed, as an idea suddenly came to him. "Perhaps you could ask Ted Schmidt?" he suggested with a devious glint in his eyes.

"Ted?"

"I think he would make an excellent addition to the committee," Brian drawled, knowing full well Ann would drive poor, pathetic Theodore insane. It would be the perfect revenge for Ted's behavior towards Justin.

"Thanks for the suggestion, Brian," Ann smiled. "I'll get with Ted later today."

"Not a problem," Brian shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lunch meeting with Scott Matthews to prepare for." He quickly turned to leave, satisfied with his latest scheme.

1:00 p.m.
Pappagano's

"Gosh, Brian, I can't tell you what a relief it is to have a sane, rational conversation with someone today. My wife has been driving me absolutely nuts the past two weeks," Scott Matthews, Vice President of Liberty Air complained over appetizers.

"That bad, huh?" Brian drawled in amusement.

"You can say that again. It's my son Connor's fifth birthday in two weeks and my wife is adamant that we throw him an enormous party."

"Let me guess, she's pestering you with every little detail."

"Naturally," Matthews grimaced. "Doesn't she realize I could give a shit when it comes to the type of napkins we use?"

"Apparently not," Brian observed, as another genius idea popped into his head. "Ever thought of hiring a party planner to assist her?"

"A party planner?"

"Someone to help her when it comes to selecting just the right napkins. Someone she can pester aside from yourself?" Brian elaborated.

"At this point I'm willing to try anything."

"Well, Scott, it just so happens you're in luck. A friend of mine is a top-notch party planner."

"Really?" Matthew's eyes peaked in interest. "Although if she is a friend of yours, I don't know if I feel right subjecting her to my wife. Beth can be a bit of a handful."

"He," Brian corrected.

"He?"

"Yes, and I can assure you that Emmett will know exactly how to handle Beth," Brian promised, knowing full well it would be Mrs. Matthews who would be handling Emile.

***

"I can't thank you enough for your suggestion, Brian," Scott remarked gratefully at the conclusion of their meal. "I have a feeling Emmett is going to make my life a hell of a lot easier in the next two weeks."

"I'm glad I could be of assistance," Brian smirked. "Just remember what we talked about earlier."

"I'll be sure to leave your name out of it," Matthews assured. "I can understand your friend's desire to turn his business into a success on his own."

"I hope for his sake it's a success. You'll have to keep me posted on how everything works out."

"Don't worry, I will," Scott pledged as Brian smiled in satisfaction. Phase two of his revenge plan was now complete.

3:30 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian was flipping through a stack of documents his legal department had sent over, when he looked up to see Ted standing in his doorway.

"Uh, hey, Brian," Ted cautiously greeted his boss. "Do you have a second?"

"I suppose," Brian shrugged, as he watched Ted tentatively enter and take a seat.

"Ann Westhampton approached me earlier this afternoon," Ted began. "She said that you, uh, recommended me for Kinnetik's Employee Action Committee."

"That's right, Theodore, I did," Brian confirmed.

"While I uh, appreciate the uh, recommendation, I'm uh, not sure that I'm the best fit for the committee."

"And why is that?"

"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that Ann's a bit high-strung," Ted reasoned.

"So."

"I guess I just don't see us being a good fit. Hell, she's already insisting that I be one of the volunteers for the pie throwing contest."

"Why, Theodore, that's a brilliant idea," Brian drawled, secretly delighted by Ann's suggestion. His instincts had been dead on with this pairing.

"Brilliant idea?" Ted repeated in disbelief. "I'd like to see you stand there and have people throw pies at you."

"Aren't you forgetting it's for charity?"

"I don't care if it is for charity. If she wants me to stand up there and make an absolute fool of myself she better think again. There's no way in..."

"You know Theodore," Brian interrupted, "for someone who normally has a high regard for charitable acts, I'm a bit disappointed in you. One would think you'd be eager to do everything in your power to make Kinnetik's carnival a success. However, I can't say I'm surprised, especially after the appalling way you treated Justin a few months ago. To think that I was considering intervening on your behalf."

"You were thinking of intervening?" Ted questioned, shocked by the revelation.

"Let's just say, I'm beginning to find this estrangement a bit tiresome. However, with your obvious reluctance to help promote Kinnetik's name, I'm not so sure I'm still willing to lend a helping hand."

"I-I see," Ted grimaced.

"Although, if you were to step up, and help Ann and the other committee members make the carnival a roaring success, I suppose I might be inclined to put in a good word for you."

"So, basically, you want me to put up with Ann's bullshit for the next month in addition to humiliating myself in front of everyone at the agency. In return, you'll help convince Justin to put any hard feelings aside and allow Emmett and me to repair our friendships with him."

"Something along those lines," Brian confirmed.

"And if I don't?"

"It's your call as to how much you value Justin's friendship. If I were in your shoes, I would make my mind up quickly," Brian advised, knowing full well he had left Ted with little choice but to comply with his plan.

Monday, May 24th
3:30 p.m.
Kinnetik

As he entered Kinnetik that afternoon, all Brian wanted to do was shut himself in his office, pour himself a Beam, and forget about the abysmal meeting he had attended earlier in the day. As he passed Cynthia's desk, he prayed his assistant would instinctively know better than to ask about his meeting and have the good sense to leave him the fuck alone. Luckily, that was exactly what Cynthia did, and soon Brian found himself cloistered in his office, standing in front of his drinks cart.

After pouring himself a stiff Beam, he couldn't help but cringe as he thought back to his meeting at Eyeconic Optics. After everything he had done for Turner and his second-rate eyewear company, the bastard had had the balls to inform him that he was taking his business back to Vance. Turner had alluded to the fact that he wanted a younger and fresher image for Eyeconic, and that it was something he didn't think Brian could continue to provide. Furious beyond belief, Brian had barely managed to curb his anger, but not before making it clear to Turner that he was making a grave mistake.

Now standing in his office, nursing his drink, Brian couldn't help but feel insulted. How dare Turner accuse him of being old and washed up? He was Brian Kinney advertising genius extraordinaire for fuck's sake. If anyone was old and washed up, it was Vance. Yet for whatever reason, Turner had felt the insane need to take his business back to the backstabbing asshole. For Brian, it was the ultimate insult. He knew damn well that Turner would come to regret his decision and when he did, Brian would make sure he came crawling back on his knees...

"Bri?" the man's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he turned to see Justin entering his office. "Cynthia mentioned that she didn't think you wanted to be disturbed, but I thought you might like to know that I..."

"What?" Brian interrupted tersely.

"Spoke with Dominic Leland of Leland Telecommunications today. He read my profile in Pittsburgh Business Quarterly and has asked if I would be interested in creating a campaign for his latest line of mobile phones. He wants to market the line specifically towards young people, and thought I would be the ideal candidate to come up with a fresh and innovative campaign," Justin announced.

"No shit," Brian murmured, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Leland Telecommunications was one of Vance's premier clients.

"Can you believe it?" Justin laughed. "I guess he finally got fed up with Vance's stale ideas. Poor Vance must be shitting a brick right now."

"I certainly wouldn't want to be in his position," Brian murmured as he continued to absorb the impact of his partner's news.

"Tell me about it," the artist smirked. "By the way, how was your meeting at Eyeconic this afternoon?"

"Alright."

"Let me guess, they want you to come up with another blockbuster campaign for them?"

"Something like that," Brian shrugged. In light of Justin's win, he felt it best to keep the loss of Eyeconic to himself for now.

"Excellent. Listen, I'm going to take Leland to Pappagano's tonight so I can get a better feel of what he's looking for. Why don't you come along," Justin invited. "I'm sure he'd love to meet you."

"Thanks, but no thanks, Sunshine. I have a shit load of work I need to get through."

"I guess I'll see you later on at the loft," Justin remarked, masking his disappointment. He would have thought Brian would have been over the moon to hear that they had landed Leland. Instead, his partner's reaction had been lackluster at best. The artist couldn't help but wonder if this was somehow related to Brian's issues concerning his Clio nomination. Not wanting to consider the option further, he decided it best to forget about the issue for now, and focus instead on sharing the news with his staff.

8:30 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Staring at the mountain of paperwork laid out before him, Brian couldn't help but think back to Justin's announcement over Leland Telecommunications. Six months ago, Brian would have been ecstatic to hear about the blond's good fortune, yet now all he could feel was resentment. It was an ugly feeling, but it was a feeling he could no longer suppress. Not when he was the one who should have been stealing accounts from Vance.

When Brian had initially formed Kinnetik with Justin, he had never in a million years imagined that Justin would become the toast of the advertising world. Brian had always imagined that Justin would be there in the background focusing on the agency's artwork, supporting his endeavors. Yet, somehow the tables had been turned. Somehow, Brian had found himself pushed into the background to make room for his partner's success.

While Justin had surprised him with his talent and aptitude for the business, Brian had so far refused to embrace his partner's success. He still maintained his belief that Justin was too young and inexperienced to be reaping these types of rewards. Brian believed that simply being innovative and original didn't necessarily give Justin the skills and talent that equaled his own. It amazed Brian that people were too blind to see this.

More and more, Brian was beginning to realize that he could no longer allow himself to stand by and watch his career and reputation get trampled on by some twenty-one year old kid. While he might be thirty-three now, Brian knew damn well he could be just as fresh and innovative as Justin any day of the week. If the Clio assholes, Jeff Turner, or any other ignorant bastard was too blind to see it, then so be it. By the end of the summer, he would prove once and for all that Brian Kinney was the hottest, most sought after adman in town.

Feeling an overwhelming need to indulge in his usual vices, Brian grabbed his coat and exited his office, eager to push his disturbing thoughts aside for the evening.

Meanwhile
Pappagano's

After having concluded his dinner meeting with Dominic Leland, Justin decided to stop in the men's room before heading home. As he stood at the sink washing his hands, the last person he expected to see was his father. It had been well over two years since they had last spoken to one another.

"Dad," Justin greeted awkwardly, unsure as to what one did in these types of situations.

"Justin," Craig Taylor gruffly acknowledged his son as he took in Justin's changed appearance. Gone was the rebellious student he had long associated his son with, and in his place was a polished man.

"Here for dinner?"

"Yes, and yourself?" Craig questioned.

"Yes."

"So Justin, how are you? I take it you're still dabbling your life away at the Institute?"

"What's it to you?" Justin retorted. "If you'd had your way, I'd be wasting away at Dartmouth."

"At least you would be accomplishing something with your life. Although, with a suit like that, you're obviously doing well for yourself," Craig observed. 'Or perhaps I should say that Kinney's still doing well," he corrected.

"Amazingly enough, I can take care of myself," Justin shook his head in amusement. "As for the suit, it's Hugo Boss, and guess what, Dad, I paid for it myself. You see, as disgusting as you may find my lifestyle, I've managed to accomplish more than you could ever imagine. However, you wouldn't know about that, now would you? You lost that right four years ago," the blond declared before stalking out of the men's room. When it came to his father, he'd had more than he was willing to take.

***

Minutes later, Justin was about to exit the crowded restaurant when he heard a familiar voice call him from behind.

"Jean Philippe?" Justin turned in surprise to see his neighbor approaching him.

"Bonsoir," Bonbois grinned. "I noticed you were on your way out, and I thought you might like to stay and have a drink with me."

"Uh," the blond hesitated uneasily as he looked over at the table his father currently occupied. It appeared that he was with his girlfriend and the teenage son he had heard about from his sister.

"Just one drink, mon petit, I promise I won't bite," Jean Philippe encouraged.

"Oh, what the hell," Justin decided. Just because Craig was there didn't mean he couldn't stay and enjoy himself.

***

"I'm surprised I didn't see you earlier," Justin remarked as he watched Bonbois take a drink of the ouzo he had ordered.

"You appeared to be in deep conversation with your dinner companion," Jean Philippe responded.

"You're right, I probably was," Justin grinned. "I landed a new account today and that was my new client."

"Client?"

"Amazingly enough, I'm not just an art student, I'm also part owner of Kinnetik."

"I'm impressed," Bonbois complimented. "Not only do you live with Kinney you also own a business together."

"Pretty unreal, huh?"

"You can say that again," Jean Philippe agreed. "Although from what I hear, it's quite a successful enterprise you two have developed."

"One would hope," Justin laughed as he looked away from Jean Philippe to see his father approaching their table with his girlfriend's son in tow.

"Justin," Craig greeted his son warmly in front of Bonbois. "This is quite a coincidence. I didn't know you would be dining here tonight," he remarked.

"It is quite the coincidence, isn't it Craig?" Justin raised a curious eyebrow as he wondered at his father's agenda.

"It just so happens that tonight is Kyle's birthday, and when I looked over and saw you having a drink with Mr. Bonbois, I thought you might be willing to introduce us," Craig explained.

"Oh, right," Justin nodded in comprehension. He couldn't believe his father's audacity. Now that Craig knew he was friends with Bonbois, he suddenly wanted to play the father figure.
"Kyle," he turned to the teenage boy, "I'm Justin."

"Hi, Justin. I've heard a lot about you from Molly."

"Knowing Molly I'm sure it hasn't been all that flattering," Justin observed dryly. "Craig," he turned his attention towards his father, "this as you know is Monsieur Bonbois."

"It's an honor to meet you," Justin's father held out his hand out to Bonbois.

"So, Kyle, it's your birthday tonight?" Jean Philippe asked, choosing to ignore Craig.

"Yes, Mr. Bonbois."

"I take it you're a big hockey fan, aren't you?" Bonbois questioned.

"Of course. You kicked ass this past season," Kyle complimented.
"Merci."

"Do you think I could have your autograph?"

"Of course," Bonbois agreed. "Justin, mon cheri, do you have a pen I could borrow?"

"Uh, sure," the blond eyed his friend suspiciously, sensing he was up to something as he handed him the pen.

"Merci," Jean Philippe purred as he suddenly leaned across the table and captured Justin's lips in a burning kiss of appreciation.

"Kyle," Craig shook his head in derision, "Go back to our table immediately."

"Y-yes, Craig," the teenager stared at Bonbois and Justin in shock, before quickly turning to flee the table.

"Is there a problem?" Bonbois questioned innocently as Justin merely blushed in embarrassment.

"I should have known when I saw my son with you that you were a sick and disgusting pervert," Craig declared with malice.

"Just like you're a deranged homophobe?" Bonbois countered coolly. "Why don't you do yourself a favor and go back to your table, Taylor, because if you insult either myself or Justin again, I'll make what I do on the ice look like child's play compared to what I'll do to you," he threatened icily, making his intentions abundantly clear.

***

"I can't fucking believe you did that," Justin stared at Bonbois in utter bewilderment.

"What? Put your homophobic father in his place?"

"Among other things. How did you even know that he despises me?" the blond questioned.

"I would like to say that I could tell right off, but unfortunately that's not the case," Bonbois confessed. "Unfortunately, you weren't the only two in the men's room earlier."

"Oh."

"I take it he's been a prick since you came out?"

"Yeah. He wasn't too thrilled to discover his seventeen year old son was being fucked by a twenty-nine year old man."

"Fuck, I didn't realize Kinney was that much older than you," Bonbois chuckled.

"You can't be that much younger than Brian," Justin reasoned.

"How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know, thirty-one, thirty-two maybe?" the blond guessed.

"Try twenty-nine, thank you," Jean Philippe rolled his eyes.

"For how much longer?" Justin couldn't help but ask.

"July, but don't remind me of it."

"I won't," the artist promised. "I'm sorry you had to be subjected to my dad's bullshit."

"Don't be. I know I'm not, especially after the way I got to..."

"Kiss me," Justin finished for Bonbois. "I thought I had made it clear earlier that I don't kiss."

"And I thought I told you that I didn't believe you for a second," Bonbois grinned deviously at Justin.

"Yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasted because that's all you're going to get," Justin warned.

"We'll see about that," Bonbois smirked.

***

"So, do your parents know?" Justin asked Bonbois as they waited for the valet attendant to retrieve their vehicles half an hour later.

"Know what?"

"That you're you know..."

"Gay?" Bonbois offered.

"Yeah."

"I never got the chance to tell my papa before he died five years back. It was probably for the best anyway," Bonbois sighed. "As for my maman, she can't really complain too much, not when she lives in a magnificent apartment in Montreal at her son's expense."

"Do you think she would if she could?"

"Maybe," Jean Philippe admitted. "What about yours?"

"She's been amazing throughout all of it. I won't deny that it took her a long time to accept Brian, but she likes him now," Justin responded as his valet arrived with his Jeep. "I guess this is me," the blond commented shyly. "Uh, thanks for the uh drink and thanks for the uh..."

"Kiss?" Bonbois laughed. "De rien, Sunshine, de rien," he smiled before kissing Justin on the forehead, leaving the blond feeling completely overwhelmed. (You're welcome, Sunshine, you're welcome.)

11:00 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home, Justin shed his suit jacket and tie, and headed toward the bedroom. In his current mood, all he felt like doing was going to sleep. He didn't want to think about Brian's lack of enthusiasm over his new account, the audacity of his homophobic prick of a father, or his reaction to Jean Philippe's kiss.... Just the thought of Bonbois's lips was enough to make him groan. Although he'd been caught off guard by the kiss, a small part of him had enjoyed it. While the blond attempted to justify the fact that the only reason he had enjoyed the kiss was because his asshole father had been standing there, he knew deep down that there was more to it. More than he was willing to admit.

Sighing loudly, Justin pushed all thoughts of Jean Philippe aside and went to work on the buttons of his shirt, only to be interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone.

***

Forty-five minutes later, Justin turned his Jeep onto Liberty Avenue, his insides filled with a sense of dread. Nothing could have prepared him for the unexpected phone call he had received, or the chaos that had ensued with it. Bracing himself for the ugliness that lay ahead, Justin came to a stop in front of Babylon and hurried out of his vehicle.

Having been unable to track his partner down, after numerous unsuccessful attempts, Justin followed his instincts and entered the club. He didn't even bother sparing a glance in the direction of the dance floor or the bar, choosing instead to make for the backroom.

***

Meanwhile
The Backroom

Brian let out a drug-induced groan of pleasure as he leaned back against a wall, and enjoyed the feel of his trick's mouth sucking his engorged cock. He paid scant attention to those around him as he concentrated on the pleasure engulfing him.

"FUCK OFF," the sound of an angry voice suddenly penetrated Brian's subconscious, forcing him to focus his glazed-over eyes on the furious blond standing before him.

"Excuse me?" the trick tore his mouth from Brian's cock and stared at the intruder in irritation.

"I said fuck off," Justin repeated coolly, as he examined his partner's condition.

"W-what the fuck are you doing here?" Brian demanded, suddenly finding his wits.

"We're leaving," Justin announced. "Now, I would suggest pulling up your pants. As for you," he turned to Brian's trick du jour, "the party's over, go find someone else to suck."

"Gladly," the trick glared at the pair, not at all interested in being involved in one of their arguments.

***

"Care to tell me what the fuck has gotten into you?" Brian questioned furiously, as Justin gripped his arm and proceeded to propel him out of the club.

"I will, but first you're going to follow me to the Jeep," Justin replied before leading Brian out to the parking lot.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I certainly don't need you to drive me home," Brian protested as Justin pulled him toward the Jeep.

"Aside from the fact you're both drunk and high, I have no intention of driving you home. Now, do us both a favor and get in. We're wasting time."

***

"So, am I allowed to ask where we're going?" Brain inquired in an annoyed tone once Justin was behind the wheel.

"The hospital."

"Hospital?" Brian's eyes shot up in shock. "What's wrong?"

"Roughly an hour ago I received a frantic call from Claire. I'm afraid your mother has been taken to the emergency room for alcohol poisoning and that the prognosis is not good," Justin revealed gently. As angry as the blond was for having to deal with Brian's basket case of a sister, and for having to retrieve his partner from the backroom of Babylon, he wasn't about to allow his anger to get the best of him.

"I see she must have hit the bottle pretty hard again," Brian observed bitterly.

"Sounds like it," Justin grimaced. "Hopefully Claire was able to get her to the hospital soon enough to prevent any significant damage."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Brian sighed, dreading the potential ramifications of his mother's condition.

12:30 a.m.
Allegheny General Hospital

Entering the emergency room waiting area, Brian and Justin immediately found themselves assailed by Claire.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Claire demanded angrily. "I thought you said you were going to bring him here as soon as possible?" She turned accusing eyes towards Justin.

"He did bring me as soon as possible," Brian refuted. "Now can you cut the hysterics and just tell me how the fuck she is?"

"Like you even care," Claire scoffed. "Christ, you reek of sex. I can't say I'm surprised." Brian's sister gave a stinging laugh.

"Answer the question, Claire."

"I'll answer the question, but not before telling you what a disgusting piece of shit you are."

"Claire, please, can we all just put our differences aside for the evening?" Justin pleaded. The last thing his partner needed was to be subjected to more venomous poison from his sick and twisted family.

"No, Justin, I can't put my differences aside this time. When it comes to my brother I've had all I'm going to take."

"Just as I've had more than I'm willing to take from you?" Brian questioned in a voice as frigid as the Arctic.

"At least I'm not the one who's driven mother to drink the past month. I'm also not the one who's caused her an insurmountable amount of grief and shame. I'm afraid that prize, baby brother, is all yours."

"Claire..."

"Don't Claire me you despicable asshole. You've done nothing but bring this family endless grief."

"I'm glad I could be of service," Brian offered bitingly.

"Fuck you, Brian. Fuck you."

"Excuse me?" a nurse suddenly interrupted. "Are you the Kinney family?"

"Yes," Justin responded.

"No, he's..." Claire began to protest in earnest, as Brian sent her a threatening look.

"Yes, we're the Kinney family," Brian stated in an attempt to take control of the situation.

"If you'll follow me, the doctor would like to speak with you," the nurse indicated.

***

"Did you have to bring him in here with us?" Claire glared at Brian as she pointed to Justin in the consultation room the nurse had led them into.

"He's here because like it or not, Claire, he's a member of this family now," Brian declared.

"I don't fucking believe this," Claire shook her head in disbelief as they tensely waited for the doctor's arrival.

***

"You mother fucking son of a bitch!" Claire screamed in anguish at her brother as soon as the doctor had departed. "It's all your fault you despicable bastard. You and this fucking..."

"Justin, could you leave us for a moment?" Brian requested quietly. After listening to the doctor's unfortunate news, he didn't think he could stomach listening to his sister verbally attack his lover.

"Are you sure?" Justin asked, fighting back the need to take Brian in his arms and offer him the comfort he could.

"Yeah."

"Alright," the blond conceded. "I'll be waiting outside if you need me."

"Thanks," Brian sighed as he turned to face his sister.

***

"Listen, Claire, are you listening to me?" Brian demanded as reached for his sister's chin and turned her to face him.

"Fuck you, Brian."

"Blaming me for Joan's sudden demise isn't going to bring her back. Let's face it, she's been heading in this direction for years. It was only a matter of time before her addiction got the best of her," Brian reasoned just as Claire reached across and dealt him a stinging slap across the cheek.

"You have some nerve, Brian. Some nerve to stand here before me and judge mother for her actions," Claire accused. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you were the one who drove her to it. You and your repugnant life of sin?"

"Spare me the religious bullshit, Claire. I think you and I have had more than enough to last us a lifetime."

"You know something Brian, earlier this year at the recommendation of Father Tom, Mother had decided to cut back on her alcohol consumption. Up until a few weeks ago, I actually thought she was going to beat her addiction," Brian's sister revealed. "However, she told me about her last visit to you, and about the shameful way you and that kid treated her. Mother also said that she had finally given up on you and that she hoped you burned in hell for the shame you had inflicted upon her."

"Well, now she can rest easy in heaven knowing her son is headed straight to hell," Brian commented with sarcasm.

"Christ, Brian, don't you even care that mother is dead?" Claire derided.

"You don't know how I feel. You never did."

"But I do know this. While our poor mother was fighting for her life tonight, you could have given a shit. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were up to," Claire looked at him scornfully. "I can't say I'm surprised, though. It's only fitting that in mother's hour of need you were too consumed with your perverted activities to be there for her. She was right to be ashamed of you, and just as Joan was ashamed to call you her son, I'm ashamed to call you my brother. I hope you burn in hell," Claire declared in disgust before storming out of the room.

2:00 a.m.
The Hospital Rooftop

After Claire had finished her tirade, Brian had found himself brushing aside Justin's concern and wandering aimlessly through the vacant hospital corridors. Eventually he had made his way to the roof where he had promptly lit a cigarette and stared blankly at the blinding city lights.

While Joan's death hadn't come as a complete surprise, Brian couldn't help but feel cold inside. It was hard to imagine that almost four years ago he'd stood in this very spot contemplating his son's birth. Four years, in which his life had changed dramatically, except for one thing, his mother's hatred.

Even when she hadn't known about his homosexuality, Joan had still despised him. Discovering that he was gay had merely allowed her an additional channel for her hatred. It wasn't just his sexuality she despised, it was his wealth, his success, and his refusal to support her addiction.

Thinking back to Joan's most recent visit, Brian attempted in vain to block the image of his mother's final words to him, the image of her staring at him in fury and disgust as she wished him in hell. Little did Joan know, he was already in hell, a private hell of his own making. He'd been there for years now, and no matter how hard Justin or anyone else tried to save him, Brian knew he would remain there always, burning amidst the flames of his own self-destruction.

"Bri?" Brian continued to stare out into the distance as he felt Justin tentatively touch his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Justin whispered as they both stood there saying nothing as the minutes passed.

"Don't be." Brian turned to face his lover.

"Why don't we go home?" the blond suggested, as he reached across and gently stroked his lover's bruised cheek. "There's nothing else we can do here tonight."

"You're right, there is nothing else," Brian gave Justin a raw stare.

"Then let's go home," Justin anxiously held out his hand to his partner.

"Alright, Sunshine," Brian conceded, as he grasped Justin's hand with his own and followed him toward the stairs, but not before turning to look bleakly one last time at the city lights, that now more than ever reminded him of his own personal hell.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 12 [Pt 2/2]

2008-01-02T04:52:31Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 12
[Pt 2/2]

Friday, May 14th
1:00 p.m.
Kinnetik

Brian had recently returned to his office after meeting with his Brown Athletics team. He was pleased with the progress they were making with his campaign. If all continued on target, it would only be a matter of days before the campaign was completed. Brian could almost taste the thrill of his impending success. He was certain that this time next year, he'd be the one accepting yet another Clio.

"Have a minute?" Brian's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he turned to see Justin standing in his doorway.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I want to ask you a question," Justin indicated as he made his way toward Brian's desk.

"Alright, shoot."

"August needs to turn in the final count for Kinnetik's table at the Clios, and I wanted to verify that you wouldn't be attending."

"What makes you think I won't be attending?" Brian had to admit he was a bit taken aback by the blond's directness.

"Well, since you've made it more than obvious on several occasions that you could give a fuck about my nomination, I automatically assumed that you would have no interest in going."

"Ah, I see what you're getting at," Brian nodded, standing up from his desk and walking over to his partner. "You're pissed because I haven't made a big deal out of it, because I haven't told the fucking world what an advertising genius little Sunshine is."

"Who says I'm an advertising genius?" Justin shot back.

"Everyone and their fucking mother," Brian bitterly offered.

"Do you think I give a shit what the others think?"

"I don't know, do you Sunshine?"

"Not especially. Although maybe I should, since it's obvious my partner doesn't."

"Maybe your partner isn't all that impressed when it comes to your abilities," Brian revealed quietly.

"I see," Justin nodded in comprehension. "Tell me Brian, do you think I don't deserve it?"

"You're damn right, you don't. You're too young."

"And maybe you're too old."

"Hardly," Brian scoffed. "You're not the one who's a five-time Clio winner, nor do you possess the talent required to create an award winning campaign on your own."

"Then why was I nominated?"

"Probably because some silly nitwit on the nominating committee thought that by nominating you he would attract attention toward this year's awards."

"Interesting theory," Justin coolly stated. His partner's arrogance knew no bounds. "So, Brian, if I'm too young and lack the talent needed for the Clios, what the fuck am I doing here at Kinnetik?"

"You know damn well why you're here." Brian reached for his partner's chin, turning Justin to look directly into his eyes. "You're here because I want you to be here. You're here because you add value to Kinnetik. Just because I don't think you've developed yourself into being Clio material yet, doesn't mean you lack any talent at all."

"I suppose that's a relief," Justin shook his head, not the least bit surprised by Brian's audacity. "Has it even occurred to you that perhaps I was nominated because my ideas are innovative and fresh? Or perhaps the nominating committee was sick of seeing the same old Kinney sex is what sells technique. Perhaps they wanted something that was younger, hotter, hipper..."

"Are you finished?" Brian cut the blond off, not about to listen any further to his partner's blatant insults.

"I think I've made my point."

"Good, now why don't you do us both a favor and get the fuck out of my office," Brian ordered in a steely voice, not at all willing to discuss the matter further.

"Gladly." It was obvious that when it came to the Clio Awards they had found themselves at one hell of a stalemate.

Saturday
8:00 a.m.
The Loft

"You better hurry up and get dressed," Justin called from the kitchen as Brian made his way out of the bathroom. After their heated discussion regarding the Clio Awards the two had barely spoken a word to one another. Justin had spent the previous evening with Daphne and her boyfriend while Brian had been up to his "usual tricks" at Babylon.

"What for?" Brian turned to give the blond a confused stare while he proceeded to dry himself off with a towel. "I'm not due to meet my Brown team until nine."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Gus?"

"What about Gus?" Brian questioned as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

"That we agreed to take him for the day since Melanie and Lindsay have that retreat for the GLC."

"Shit I forgot about that," Brian sighed, walking into the kitchen. "I guess you're just going to have to take him for the day. I'm going to be tied up with my Brown team."

"You could always cancel," Justin suggested, not at all pleased with what his partner was attempting to do.

"No can do, Sunshine," Brian stated before opening the refrigerator to pour himself a glass of guava juice.

"Just what the fuck am I supposed to do with him all day?" the blond demanded angrily. While he didn't mind taking Gus for the day, he was furious with Brian for reneging on his promise.

"What you always do," Brian drawled as he glanced down at his watch. "Shouldn't you be leaving? You wouldn't want the munchers to get pissed at you for being late."

"Fuck you, Brian," Justin stared at his partner with sheer incredulity before grabbing his keys and storming out of the loft.

8:45 a.m.
Kinnetik

Walking into his office, Brian couldn't help but think back to Justin's behavior over the past few days. While he knew he had promised Lindsay he would take Gus for the day, he also hadn't planned on needing to spend additional time finalizing his Brown campaign. As far as Brian was concerned, Justin was more than capable of looking after his son, and he would make it up to Gus by spending some quality time with him once his campaign was completed. The last thing he needed was to listen to Justin flipping out at him this morning. Brian would have thought that with everything the blond had learned about advertising in the past two years, he would have understood his need to spend the day at the office.

Brian supposed Justin was pissed at him over his honesty about the Clio Awards. Although he could see the blond being disappointed over his refusal to shower him with praise for his nomination, Brian would have thought that Justin would have respected his honesty about his skills. Instead he was acting like a spoiled child, believing he was entitled to everything he wanted. As far as Brian was concerned, there were some things Justin would just have to accept. The sooner he realized that he would never be at Brian's level when it came to advertising, the lesser his disappointment would be in the future.

1:00 p.m.
The Loft

After picking up Gus, and dealing with the embarrassment of Brian's failed appearance along with the boy's disappointment over his father's absence, Justin had taken Gus to his swim lesson and then to the diner for lunch. From there they had made a few stops before heading to the loft.

Upon returning to the loft, Gus insisted that Justin make him his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Not about to refuse the child, especially after already being disappointed by his father, Justin saw no harm in agreeing. Soon, they found themselves eagerly preparing the dough.

As Justin was putting another batch in the oven, the pair heard a knock at the door.

"I wonder who that could be?" Justin asked as Gus followed him eagerly to the door.

***

"U-uh hey," Justin stammered in surprise as he slid open the door to find Jean Philippe standing on the other side with tousled hair and nothing on except for his royal blue loosely belted robe.

"Boujour, mon petit chou," Bonbois smirked at Justin. "I was wondering if I could borrow some..." (Hello my little cabbage.)

"Jus, Jus..." Bonbois looked down to see Gus tug excitedly at the blond's pant leg.

"Who do we have here?" Bonbois asked curiously.

"U-uh, Gus," Justin reached down and picked the boy up. "Gus," he turned his attention to Brian's son, "This is my neighbor Mr. Bonbois. Can you say hello to Mr. Bonbois?"

"Bonjour, Monsieur Bonbois," Gus smiled at Jean Philippe as he used his best French accent. "Je m'appelle Gus." (Hello Mr. Bonbois. My name is Gus.)

"Bonjour, Gus," Bonbois smiled back warmly in surprise. "Tu parles francais?" (Do you speak French?)

"Oui," Gus nodded eagerly.

"Wow, Gus, you really are learning French in school aren't you?"

"Oui," the boy giggled.

"You're very smart." Jean Philippe complimented.

"You're also getting very heavy," Justin joked as he set the child down.

"Would you like a cookie Monsieur Bonbois?" Gus offered as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Are you and Justin making them, mon petit?"

"Oui. Justin makes the best cookies. Even Daddy thinks they're good, although he pretends not to because he thinks that he'll get fat if he eats them."

"Brian's his father," Justin offered by way of explanation.

"So, I surmised," Bonbois smirked, before turning his attention back to Gus. "Perhaps Justin can bring by a plate of cookies for me later. I'm afraid I just woke up, and as tempting as a cookie sounds, I'd prefer to have a glass of guava juice. You wouldn't happen to have any would you?"

"Let me guess, you're all out?" Justin laughed. It was uncanny how similar Bonbois was to Brian.

"Go to the head of the class. I stopped by to see if you and Kinney might have any."

"Well it just so happens, you're in luck," Justin said, before walking over to the refrigerator to pour Jean Philippe a glass.

***

"Monsieur Bonbois is nice," Gus remarked once Jean Philippe had left to go back to his own loft. Brian and Justin's neighbor had ended up staying for an hour charming Gus with his stories of being a young boy in Montreal.

"He certainly is, isn't he?" The blond had to admit how surprised he was by how good Jean Philippe had been with Gus. He would have expected Bonbois to be annoyed by Gus' presence. Instead, he had genuinely seemed to enjoy the boy's company.

"Does Daddy like him?"

"I'm not sure Gus," Justin lied, not wanting to disappoint Brian's son.

"I bet Daddy doesn't."

"And why is that Gus?" Justin inquired, surprised by the child's powers of observation.

"Monsieur Bonbois looks at you the same way Daddy does."

"What way is that?"

"The way mamma and mommy look at each other," Gus replied easily.

"O-oh," Justin had to admit, he was a bit taken aback by Gus's response. While he thought Bonbois might be interested in fucking him, he highly doubted the French Canadian was interested in anything more.

8:30 p.m.
The Loft

Justin returned home after dropping Gus off at Lindsay and Melanie's to find the loft empty. It appeared as if Brian had found himself tied up at the office. Debating on what he should do, Justin found his eyes resting on the plate of cookies Gus had left for Jean Philippe. The blond supposed there would be no harm in taking Bonbois the cookies and that he had better do it now before Bonbois left for an evening of debauchery. The last thing Justin expected was to find Bonbois' door opened by a burly Frenchman.

"Can I help you?" the Frenchman inquired.

"U-uh, is Jean Philippe here?" Justin requested nervously.

"Jean Philippe," the Frenchman called over his shoulder. "Il y a un beau morceau ici pour toi." (There's a hot young piece here for you.)

"Laisse le entrer," Bonbois laughed, as he got up from where he had been sitting in front of the television. (Send him in.)

"Please come in," the Frenchman invited, motioning Justin into the loft.

"Justin, mon petit chou, what a surprise," Bonbois gave the blond a sexy smirk.

"I, u-uh, thought I would drop these off for you," Justin looked down at the cookie plate in embarrassment. "I u-uh, didn't u-h realize you were u-uh busy," he stared at two other men sitting in front of the television.

"I'm not, trust me," Bonbois laughed as he glanced at the others. "Why don't you join us?" he invited.

"J-join you?" the blond repeated in surprise.

"Why not?"

"Les biscuits infâme?" the Frenchman inquired, pointing to the plate Bonbois had taken from Justin. (Are these the infamous cookies?)

"Ouais," Bonbois grinned.

"Plan on having any?"

"Perhaps," Bonbois chose to remain noncommittal. "And you?"

"Maybe," the Frenchman hesitated. "Although, if you promise not to tell Sebastian, I won't."

"Who's Sebastian?" Justin asked in confusion.

"Our trainer," Bonbois clarified.

"So, do we have a deal?" Jean Philippe's friend questioned.

"Sure, why not? Just remind me this was your idea when we sweat it off on the ice tomorrow," Bonbois warned.

***

"So, uh, what are you guys watching?" Justin inquired as he followed Bonbois into the living room a minute or two later.

"The Stanley Cup playoffs," Bonbois replied casually.

"S-Stanley Cup?" Justin repeated in confusion.

"You know, hockey," Bonbois' friend chuckled. "By the way, I'm Luc," the Frenchman introduced himself, holding his hand out to Justin.

"I'm J-Justin," the blond offered, shaking the man's hand. "I u-uh live in the loft above."

"Luc's been my best friend since high school," Bonbois explained. "His parents moved to Montreal from Marseille when he was fifteen and we've been friends ever since."

"Sounds a lot like Brian and his best friend Michael," Justin commented.

"These two characters sitting over here," Bonbois pointed to the other two men who were seated on the sofa, "are Luc's friends Etienne and Jacques," he introduced as Justin exchanged pleasantries with both men. "Jacques is a merchant banker and Etienne is a fashion designer. They're both visiting us from Montreal this weekend. Fortunately for me, they're staying with Luc and his wife Marie-Claire. Marie-Claire is a French professor at Pitt and she's currently taking the summer off to write a book on French genealogy.

"You mean Luc's straight?" Justin asked in surprise.

"As straight as you can get," Luc laughed. "Now these two on the other hand," he pointed to Jacques and Etienne, "are a completely different story."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Justin grinned as he looked at Etienne's flamboyant attire, and Jacques's tight-fitting polo shirt. In an odd way, they almost reminded him of Ted and Emmett.

***

"You guys certainly know quite a bit about hockey," Justin commented several minutes later as he sat next to Jean Philippe and Luc on a set of floor pillows in front of the television while Jacques and Etienne chose to remain on the sofa.

"You're kidding right?" Etienne laughed, before taking another forkful of the poutine Luc's wife had made for them.

"Uh...," the blond hesitated.

"Do you follow hockey at all, Justin?" Jacques couldn't help but inquire.

"N-no not really," Justin admitted.

"Then you have no idea who Jean Philippe and I are, do you?" Luc questioned with a grin.

"Can't say that I do."

"Jean Philippe, you mean to tell me this cute little thing doesn't know?" Etienne stared at his friend in disbelief.

"No, he doesn't have a clue," Bonbois confirmed.

"And just when were you planning on telling him?" Jacques demanded.

"Telling me what?" Justin asked in confusion.

"The fact that Jean Philippe is one of the hottest and most sought after stars in the NHL," Etienne revealed.

"Huh?" the blond gave Etienne a blank stare.

"National Hockey League," Jacques elaborated.

"Jean Philippe and I are defensemen for the Pittsburgh Penguins," Luc revealed. "We first played together for the Montreal Canadien's but then I got traded to the Penguins. Jean Philippe decided to join the Penguins last fall so that we could be closer to one another."

"No shit," Justin stared at the pair in surprise. "But wait a minute," he turned his attention to Jean Philippe, "you're gay."

"So," Bonbois shrugged.

"But don't people care?"

"Why would they? Unless I'm fucking them, it's frankly none of their goddamned business," Bonbois declared. "Besides, who the fuck is going to have an issue with someone like me?"

"He does have a point," Luc added. "Piss him off and he can easily break you in two."

"Tell me about it," Justin agreed. "The first time I met him I thought he was going to kill me over a plate of cookies."

"I thought he was a fan," Jean Philippe admitted. "I had only just moved into the building and it was the morning after our final game of the playoffs."

"Hell, you must have been scared to death," Luc laughed. "Jean Philippe got the shit beat out of him in that game."

"Well, the uh, bruising, missing teeth, and uh beard didn't help matters," Justin conceded.

"I told you the beard was a bad look," Etienne reminded.

"Yeah well, you know how I'm superstitious and refuse to shave during the playoffs."

"What about the teeth?" Jacques questioned.

"He obviously didn't have his bridge in, although one would have thought Marie-Claire would have trained him better by now," Luc chuckled. "I remember the first time my wife saw me without my own bridge. She just about shrieked our house down. When Jean Philippe temporarily moved in with us this past fall, she insisted he keep his bridge in at all times."

"I can see why," Justin smirked.

"Il est tellement vif, n'est - il pas?" Etienne commented to Bonbois in French. (He's a feisty one, isn't he?"

"Tu l'as déjà baisé?" Luc questioned. (Have you fucked him yet?)

"Non. Il habite avec un mec que les prend au berceau. Ce type trempe son biscuit partout - C'est un vrac tringlomane. J'en ai eu plein le cul de cet homme." (He lives with a cradle robber who is always on the prowl and dips his wick everywhere. The man is a total nuisance.)

"Cela a l'air d'un défi," Jacques observed. (Sounds like a challenge.)

"Je m' inquiète pas. Je le baiserai en levrier," Bonbois promised. (I'm not worried. I'm going to fuck him like a greyhound.)

"Uh, guys, I'm a bit out of the loop when it comes to French," Justin commented sheepishly having no idea as to what the friends were discussing.

"My apologies, mon petit chou," Bonbois apologized. "We were just discussing some of the pastries Etienne and Jacques brought with them from back home. They're much too fattening for me, but I'm sure you would enjoy them. Why don't I go into the kitchen and get some chocolatines for you," he offered, referring to a popular chocolate pastry.

"Sure," Justin shrugged, not quite convinced that's what the men had been discussing.

"Très bien," Bonbois smiled, before getting up and ruffling Justin's hair on his way into the kitchen, causing his friends to chuckle in response.

3:45 a.m.
The Loft

Lying awake in bed, Brian couldn't help but glance at the clock. After returning home late from Babylon, he had been surprised to find the loft empty. A part of him couldn't help but wonder if Justin was foolishly attempting to get back at him for reneging on his promise.

Rolling onto his stomach, his ears picked up on the sound of the loft door sliding open. Minutes later, he turned over to see Justin enter the bedroom and begin to shed his clothes. Not about to ask his partner where he'd been, Brian chose instead to pull back the duvet and watch as Justin lay down next to him without so much as saying a word.

As Brian covered Justin with the duvet, he sensed that his lover was still pissed at him. Deciding it best to let him sleep on it, Brian rolled back onto his stomach. The last thing he expected was to be assailed by the familiar scent of Gucci's Pour Homme cologne. Frowning, Brian wondered why Justin had borrowed his cologne since the blond rarely wore any. Suddenly the image of an obnoxious French Canadian came to mind. While Brian knew Justin wouldn't wear the expensive cologne, he had a suspicion that Bonbois would. Was it possible that Justin had spent the evening with Bonbois? Brian wasn't sure if he even wanted to know the answer. The thought of Justin being fucked by Bonbois was enough to make him ill.

Sunday, May 16th
1:00 p.m.
The Diner

After a strenuous workout at the gym, Brian decided to join Michael and Ben at the diner for lunch. Having left Justin asleep in bed earlier that morning, he wasn't keen to return to the loft.

"Daddy!" Brian drew his attention away from the newspaper he was skimming to see Gus enter the diner with Lindsay and Melanie.

"Hey, Sonny Boy," Brian greeted his son as he lifted him onto his lap.

"Brian," Melanie begrudgingly acknowledged.

"Gus missed you yesterday," Lindsay coolly greeted Brian as she took a seat next to Melanie in the booth behind him.

"Unfortunately, I had to work."

"We know," Melanie rolled her eyes.

"It's okay, Daddy. Jus and I had the best time," Gus assured, as Cody came over to take their orders.

***

"Where's Justin?" Lindsay asked a few minutes later.

"Sleeping," Brian shrugged, turning his attention back to his newspaper while Michael regaled Gus with stories about his favorite comic book characters.

"I'm sure he found taking care of a three and a half year old all by himself a bit exhausting," Melanie noted bitterly.

"Not nearly as exhausting as fucking that infernal Frenchman," Brian muttered under his breath.

"Did you say something?" Lindsay stared at Brian.

"No," Brian covered, as Gus suddenly jumped out of the booth and ran toward the diner's entrance.

"Monsieur Bonbois!" the boy exclaimed in delight, causing the gang to turn around in surprise.

"Bonjour, mon petit," Bonbois smiled, lifting Gus into his arms. "Comment vas - tu?" (How are you?"

"Très bien," Gus smiled happily. "Et vous?"

"Magnifique," Bonbois replied easily. "I think someone else here would like to say hello," he said, passing the excited child to Justin.

"Hey, Gus."

"Hey Jus. You're awake now. Daddy said you were still sleeping."

"I was earlier, but Monsieur Bonbois has two friends visiting him from Montreal this weekend, and I offered to help take them sightseeing," Justin explained, motioning to Etienne and Jacques.

"Bonjour mon petit," Etienne came over to pat Gus on the head.

"Bonjour," Gus greeted in response.

"Who are your new friends, Lambskin?" Lindsay inquired, joining the group with Melanie.

"Mamma and Mommy, this is Monsieur Bonbois," Gus introduced Jean Philippe. "And these are his friends."

"Luc Arsenault, Etienne Lévèsque, and Jacques Tremblay," Justin clarified before formally introducing the group to Lindsay and Melanie.

***

"Wow," Melanie smiled, impressed by the introductions of the men. "Who would have thought I would be standing next to Jean Philippe Bonbois and Luc Arsenault."

"The pleasure is all ours," Bonbois offered smoothly. "You have a beautiful son."

"Thank you, Monsieur Bonbois," Lindsay smiled.

"I must insist you call me Jean Philippe," he corrected. "Now if you'll excuse us, I had best feed mon petit chou, or else he'll be complaining endlessly about his stomach," Bonbois laughed, as he put his hand on Justin's back and led him to a booth with his friends.

***

"What the fuck is going on?" Michael demanded, watching the whole exchange with Brian and Ben.

"Meet my neighbor," Brian scowled. What the fuck did Justin think he was doing showing up at the diner with Bonbois?

"Jean Philippe Bonbois is your neighbor?" Ben questioned in astonishment.

"How the fuck do you know Bonbois?" Brian demanded.

"He's only one of the top defensemen in the NHL," Ben revealed, amazed that Brian no clue when it came to his neighbor.

"He's a hockey player?" Michael looked at Bonbois in wonderment.

"He most certainly is," Ben confirmed.

"No shit," Brian had to admit he was surprised by this latest development.

"The guy sitting next to him is Luc Arsenault. He plays for the Penguins along with Bonbois," the professor added.

"He certainly looks chummy with Justin," Michael observed with a frown. "Wait a minute... Is he the neighbor from hell you were telling me about just the other day?" he turned to Brian.

"Yep," Brian nodded grimly.

"I wonder what Justin sees in him," Michael mused.

"Perhaps his charming personality," Melanie offered as she walked back to their booth with Lindsay and Gus.

"Or maybe his..." Lindsay suddenly looked over to the hockey player and giggled.

"His what?" Michael questioned in confusion.

"You know his, uh..."

"Cock," Brian offered dryly as he noticed Lindsay eyeing Bonbois' crotch.

"You mean he's fucking Justin?" Michael demanded in outrage.

"No," Lindsay shook her head in exasperation. "Although Brian had better watch his back. With "good wood" for a name, I'm sure Jean Philippe aims to please."

"Good wood?" Brian raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"The translation for Bon-bois," Lindsay grinned.

"No wonder his stick handling is so good," Ben laughed.

"Ben," Michael began to protest as Brian proceeded to get up from his booth and saunter towards Justin and his new friends.

***

Justin was in the process of briefing Etienne and Jacques about Liberty Avenue when he looked up to see Brian approaching.

"The ubiquitous Jean Philippe Bonbois," Brian drawled as he came to stand beside Justin's table.

"Kinney, what a pleasant surprise," Bonbois smirked. "Gentlemen," he turned to his friends, "je piésente mon voisin, le voleur de berceaux... l' infâme Brian Kinney. Brian, these are my friends Luc, Etienne, and Jacques. Jacques and Etienne are currently visiting from Montreal." (Let me present my infamous cradle robbing neighbor).

"I hope your visit to the Pitts isn't too terribly depressing," Brian sarcastically commented.

"Justin has been kind enough to show us around," Jacques indicated, as he openly assessed his friend's competition.

"I have a feeling he's going to make a fabulous tour guide," Etienne added, attempting to ease the tension-filled atmosphere.

"I'm sure he will," Brian agreed. "By the way Justin," he turned his attention towards his partner. "If your tour finds itself venturing toward Smithfield Street you might want to stop by Saks and pick up a new bottle of my Pour Homme cologne by Gucci. I noticed this morning that I was running a bit low."

"Jean Philippe, isn't that the cologne you wear?" Luc questioned.

"It's one of a few," Bonbois replied, as Brian found his suspicions confirmed. It was obvious Justin had been with Jean Philippe the night before.

4:00 p.m.
The Loft

Several hours later, Justin returned to the loft after a fun-filled afternoon with Jean Philippe's friends. He had to admit, the more he got to know Bonbois, the more he realized how much the man had in common with Brian. The similarities were almost uncanny at times.

"Hey," Justin cautiously greeted Brian as he walked into the kitchen for a beer.

"I see you're back from playing tour guide," Brian observed cattily from where he was sitting at his computer.

"Yeah. It was fun. In an odd way Etienne and Jacques reminded me of Ted and Emmett."

"I'm sure Fred and Emile would be flattered by the comparison."

"I picked up your cologne for you," Justin handed Brian a small bag. "You wouldn't believe how much money Jean Philippe spent at Saks."

"I'm sure it was a small fortune," Brian offered dryly. "As for my cologne, purchasing it was the least you could do after borrowing it last night."

"Borrowing it?" Justin stared at Brian in confusion.

"Well, one would imagine with the way you had it doused all over yourself that you must have borrowed it," Brian clarified.

"I hate to break it to you, but I didn't borrow it. I don't have use for that expensive shit, anyway."

"Then why were you reeking of it when you got into bed last night?" Brian interrogated.

"Look Brian, I don't have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about. Why don't you do us both a favor and cut the bullshit."

"Alright, Sunshine. Perhaps you could tell me why you came into my bed last night reeking of Bonbois?"

"Oh, I see where this is getting at," Justin laughed bitterly. "You seem to think that because you've been acting like a complete and utter asshole of late that I would automatically jump into Jean Philippe's bed the first chance I got. I hate to break it to you, Bri, but I'm not fucking him, nor do I have any plans to fuck him in the future."

"So, it was merely a coincidence?" Brian had a hard time believing this for a second.

"No, I was with Bonbois last night, but not in the manner you think. I was at his loft with his friends watching hockey. After the game ended, Bonbois brought out his supply of cannabis and I ended up falling asleep on the floor next to him," Justin explained. "So, Brian, care to tell me what you were up to last night?"

"Look, Jus..."

"Don't bother with your excuses," Justin cut Brian off. "I know without asking you that were out sucking and fucking, and I'm frankly not interested in the details. The only thing I'm interested in is telling you that you have no right to question my friendship with Bonbois."

"Alright," Brian conceded, knowing he didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to tricking. He'd been a fool to have brought Bonbois up in the first place. By forcing the issue, he had shown Justin that he cared a hell of a lot more about the Bonbois situation than he was willing to admit.

Monday
10:30 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian was concluding a conference call with Leo Brown when Cynthia walked into his office looking flushed and out of breath.

"Are we having a crisis of some sort?" Brian questioned, noticing his assistant's disheveled appearance.

"No, of course not," Cynthia assured breathlessly. "I'm actually here to tell you that you have a visitor."

"If it's my mother, you can tell her that I'm unavailable," Brian murmured. With things as tense as they currently were with Justin, the last person he wanted to see was his mother.

"It's not Joan who's here."

"Then who is it?"

"Jean Philippe Bonbois," Cynthia revealed in awe. "I had no idea you knew him, Brian. He's utterly charming," she gushed. "Do you think you could arrange for him to give me an autograph?"

"I doubt it," Brian rolled his eyes, wondering about the purpose of Bonbois' visit. "How about instead of standing here swooning over the asshole, you make yourself useful and send the infernal bastard in."

"Uh, certainly, Brian," Cynthia nodded cautiously, surprised by her boss' lack of enthusiasm.

***

"Bonbois," Brian acknowledged curtly as he watched the hockey player enter his office wearing a black Gucci suit with his shirt opened at the neck.

"Kinney."

"Would you like to sit down?" Brian motioned to one of the plush chairs in front of his desk.

"If I may," Bonbois smirked, eyeing his competition's surroundings.

"Perhaps you could fill me in with the reason for your uninvited appearance?" Brian suggested icily.

"I'm interested in discussing a business proposition with you."

"I see." Brian was intrigued. "By all means, continue," he invited coolly.

"I thought you and I might be able to negotiate a deal," Bonbois began. "You see, Kinney, for all practical purposes, you and I are the same man, expect for one small item."

"And that is?"

"Justin," Bonbois revealed. "Men like us don't believe in having seconds, let alone suffering the indignities of relationships. Yet for whatever reason, you seem to have some type of association with him."

"My relationship with Justin is frankly none of your goddamned business," Brian stated in a tone that brooked no argument.

"True," Bonbois acknowledged, "but that hasn't stopped me from pondering why a man like you would sacrifice his beliefs. The more I've considered it, the more I've realized that there can be only one possible explanation."

"What pray tell is that?" Brian questioned.

"Justin's the ultimate fuck," Bonbois replied easily.

"If that's what you choose to believe."

"Being a man of great lusts myself, it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that I'm interested in fucking Justin. If he is the ultimate fuck as you genuinely believe, I would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity," Bonbois continued. "With that in mind, I would like to offer you an exchange."

"An exchange?" Brian repeated in disbelief.

"That's right," Bonbois confirmed. "It's quite simple actually. You give me Justin for one weekend, and in exchange I will arrange for you to be entertained by two of Pittsburgh's most reputable hustlers."

"Is this where you also offer me a million dollars?" Brian questioned sardonically.

"This is hardly an Indecent Proposal," Bonbois chuckled.

"Just out of curiosity, what makes you think I can convince Justin to go along with this barter of yours?"

"He listens to you," Jean Philippe reasoned. "While it's obvious you treat him like shit and seem to fuck whomever you please, I've noticed that Justin remains painfully loyal. I'm sure with a little encouragement he'll be agreeable to the exchange."

"And after the exchange?" Brian posed.

"I don't see anything changing. Justin, being the ultimate fuck or not, will still have been just another fuck," Bonbois declared, as Brian pretended to consider his offer.

"I have to hand it to you Bonbois, this is certainly quite the offer."

"I thought you would see it that way."

"However, as tempting as it may seem, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline.

"Decline?" Shocked, Bonbois stared at his nemesis.

"For one thing Justin would never agree to such a ridiculous scenario, not to mention the fact that he wouldn't appreciate being treated as some commodity that can be bartered at will. You also seem to have miscalculated my association with Justin. I'm afraid there's only one cock that plows his tight little ass, and that's mine," Brian declared with fierce possessiveness.

"You certainly are a possessive bastard, aren't you?" Bonbois noted. "However, I wouldn't rest on your laurels just yet, Kinney. I can assure you that by the end of the summer, I'll have had Justin."

"We'll see about that." He wasn't about to let Bonbois near Justin again.

"Au revoir, Kinney," Bonbois smirked as he turned to leave, not about to give up when it came to his intended conquest.

***

"Fuck," Brian muttered, as he kicked one of the floor lamps beside his desk in anger.

He couldn't believe the sheer arrogance of Bonbois; to come into his office and make such a sleazy proposal. Who the hell did the asshole think he was? Just because he wanted to fuck Justin, didn't mean Brian was going to give him carte blanche when it came to the blond.

He had too much respect for Justin to ever agree to such a disgusting proposition let alone the fact that he refused to share him.

While Bonbois had been right in guessing Justin was his ultimate fuck, there was no way in hell Brian was going to admit it to the man. He also knew that Bonbois was fooling himself when it came to believing that Justin would simply be just another fuck. He knew from personal experience the futility of such notions. All Bonbois needed was a single taste of Justin to suddenly find all of his beliefs up in flames. Having been through the experience himself, there was no way in hell Brian was going to allow his nemesis near Justin; not if he didn't want to have a serious problem on his hands.

Pacing his office, Brian knew that when it came to Justin, Bonbois wasn't about to give up easily. Men like that thrived on competitive challenges, and Brian knew he viewed him as a fierce competitor. If he had any hope of deterring Bonbois' efforts, Brian needed to do something immediately about the current state of his relationship with Justin. It was imperative that he did everything in his power to prevent this from turning into another fiddler situation.

Thinking back to the fiddler ordeal, Brian tried to wrack his brain for something he could have done differently at the time. Something that could have changed the outcome of the situation by showing Justin he gave a shit.

"That's it!" Brian suddenly exclaimed as an idea came to him. "You're a genius Kinney," he smirked in satisfaction before hurrying out of his office, eager to put things right with Justin.

3:30 p.m.
Justin's Office

"So, what do you think of the ads?" Justin inquired, as he went over the campaign for DuFresne Realty with Nathan and Brendan.

"They're good," Nathan replied in satisfaction.

"I think they came out better than we even anticipated," Brendan added.

"Me too," Justin agreed, glad the campaign was going along course.

"Should we call Brian in to show him?" Brendan suggested.

"I think he's tied up with Brown Athletics this afternoon," Justin responded, not at all keen to discuss his latest campaign with his partner. To say things had been strained with Brian over the past few days would have been an understatement.

"Justin?" the blond's train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he looked up to see August stroll into his office with a large package. "This just arrived a moment ago, and I thought you might want to open it immediately," he indicated as he set the package on Justin's table.

"It looks like flowers," Nathan observed with a grin.

"A lot of flowers," Brendan laughed as he took in the size of the package.

"Aren't you going to open it, Sweetie?" August asked as Justin merely stared at the delivery in shock.

"Yeah, I guess," the blond shrugged. "Although I have no clue as to why anyone would send me flowers."

"Maybe it's your boyfriend," Brendan offered.

"He doesn't "do" flowers," Justin laughed, as he began tearing the paper off the package.

"Well, someone sure does," Nathan noted as they took in the enormous arrangement of orchids, cornflowers, poppies, and white rock roses.

"No shit," Brendan observed. He had a feeling that even Kinney wouldn't make as extravagant of a declaration as this.

"I suppose I should open the card," Justin mused as he stared at the arrangement in shock.

"It might be a good idea," August encouraged with a smile.

"Oh my god," Justin's hand started to shake as he stared at the words written in front of him with an astounded look on his face.

-J

I realize that somewhere along the way I've probably lost my mind, but I can't seem to shake the vision of fucking you senseless amidst a bed of wildflowers in Ibiza. Care to give this asshole a chance to put aside his boorish behavior of late and make it up to you in Ibiza?

-B

P.S. I've had August clear your schedule for the week of June 21st, and yes I know I'm an asshole.

"Well, are you going to leave us in suspense?" August demanded jokingly.

"U-uh," Justin hesitated as he looked up to see Brian standing in the doorway of his office.

"Am I interrupting something?" Brian casually inquired.

"No, uh...," Justin blushed in embarrassment.

"I think he's a bit shocked by the enormous flower arrangement he just received," August remarked.

"Who are they from?" Brian asked with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"My, uh, boyfriend," Justin grinned at Brian.

"Must be some boyfriend," Brian commented offhand.

"You could say that," Justin gave Brian his trademark smile.

"Well, perhaps when you can find the time to remove that dreamy-eyed school boy expression off your face you could stop by my office," Brian suggested. "There's something I need your assistance with," he indicated with a seductive grin.

"Uh," Justin turned to Nathan and Brendan. "I should probably take care of this," he excused himself, barely able to contain his excitement, as he turned to eagerly follow Brian out of his office.

***

"If I didn't know better, I'd almost think Kinney was his boyfriend," Nathan chuckled as he watched the pair quickly descend down the hallway.

"Come on now," Brendan laughed. "Do you honestly think Kinney would send anyone flowers?" He wasn't about to fill Nathan in on the truth, or his suspicion that something drastic must have happened between the two for Brian to have resorted to flowers.

"True," Nathan conceded. "Kinney is way too much an asshole to stoop to that level."

"Definitely," Brendan murmured, hoping there wasn't major trouble brewing for the couple.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 12 [Pt 1/2]

2008-01-02T04:51:29Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 12
[Pt 1/2]

Sunday, May 8th
6:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Are you planning on wearing that to Debbie's tonight or do I need to dress you myself?" Brian chuckled as he eyed Justin sitting in front of the television wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of track pants that had seen better days.

"I think I'm going to pass on Deb's tonight, but you go on ahead," Justin answered.

"I seem to recall her summons involved both of us attending," Brian reminded.

"I know, but I'm not in the mood for a family dinner tonight."

"Since when are you not in the mood to stuff your face with Deb's pasta and Vic's pastries?"

"I don't know, I just don't..."

"Look, if this is about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern forget them. They're not worth your energy. Besides, tolerating their presence for a few hours is a hell of a lot less painful than dealing with Debbie's wrath," Brian pointed out. He could understand why Justin was reluctant to spend time with Ted and Emmett, but also knew that it was impossible to avoid them.

"You're right," the blond conceded, as he turned off the television.

"I'm always right," Brian grinned smugly. "Now get your ass off the floor and get into the bedroom and change into one of your stunningly atrocious student ensembles," he instructed.

***

An hour later, Brian and Justin were seated in Debbie's kitchen with the other family members. Fortunately, by the time they had arrived, the only two seats remaining were the ones furthest away from Ted and Emmett.

"So, Sunshine have you been up to anything exciting recently?" Debbie inquired as Brian merely pushed the pasta around on his plate. He drew the limit at consuming such a vast portion of carbs after seven.

"Uh, no, not really," Justin gave Debbie a puzzled stare. It seemed strange that she had singled him out amongst the other family members.

"How about you Brian?"

"Just the usual, Deb."

"That's too bad. I could have sworn Vic and I saw you on television Friday afternoon."

"Television?" Michael turned to give his best friend a perplexed look. "What are you talking about, Ma?"

"Amazingly enough, as Vic and I were watching our favorite game show on Friday..."

"Shit," Justin murmured to himself. He had a feeling what was coming next.

"Game show?" Melanie repeated in surprise. "While I can see Justin being on a game show, there's no way in hell Brian would degrade himself in such a manner."

"That's right Melanie," Brian confirmed. "Now how about we change the subject," he suggested. He should have known that Debbie of all people would watch The Price is Right.

"Just out of curiosity, what game show was it?" Ted inquired curiously.

"Well if it was Ma and Vic's favorite game show, it would have to be The Price is Right," Michael revealed. "However, there's no way in hell Brian would be on a show like that."

"You got it, Mikey."

"That's odd, Brian. I could have sworn that one of the contestants looked just like you. Wouldn't you agree, Vic?"

"Absolutely, Sis. The resemblance was remarkable."

"Wait a minute!" Emmett exclaimed. "Justin went to L.A. for his spring break!"

"That's right, he did," Debbie recalled. "However, he seemed to have neglected to add that Mr. Kinney went with him."

"Just because we went to L.A. for a few days by no means gives credibility to Debbie's mistaken belief that Brian and I were on The Price is Right," Justin attempted to cover their tracks.

"I suppose we'll just have to let the family be the judge of that. Fortunately, Vic and I were able to get the episode on tape."

"Fuck," Justin whispered.

"Look, Deb, I really don't think anyone is interested in watching a silly breeder game show," Brian objected.

"Oh, but we are," Lindsay grinned deviously. If Brian truly was a Price is Right contestant, she wasn't about to miss it.

"Definitely," Ben agreed.

"I'm not going to believe it until I see it," Michael declared, still having trouble comprehending that his best friend would do such a thing.

"Well, since it looks as if we're finished with dinner, why don't we gather in the living room, and you can all see for yourself just what an adventure these two little assholes had in L.A," Debbie commented, as Brian and Justin exchanged flustered glances.

***

"Christ, Brian, could you have been any more of an asshole?" Michael commented after they finished viewing the episode.

"I'm surprised Justin is still speaking to you," Lindsay giggled.

"So, Bri, are you going to have us over to enjoy your barrel sauna?" Ted asked with an evil smirk.

"Fuck off, Theodore."

"To answer your question, Ted, Brian ended up refusing all of the prizes in his showcase," Justin indicated.

"Wow," Ben remarked in surprise.

"Well, had you seen those hideously tacky prizes in person, I'm sure you would have rejected them also," Brian grumbled.

"Did you keep the cash at least?" Debbie questioned.

"Of course I kept the cash."

"Let me guess, you've already used it to order the entire Armani Spring Collection," Emmett surmised.

"Actually, he's using the money to take me to Ibiza," Justin announced happily.

"Ibiza?" Melanie shook her head at Brian. "I can't say that I'm surprised. Only you would take your boyfriend to a virtual fuck fest for a vacation."

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'd like to go there?" Justin inquired, already growing tired of the family's stinging barbs. While Ibiza hadn't been his idea, he was more than pleased with Brian's choice.

"Well, it's your vacation, honey," Lindsay smiled. "If that's where you'd like to go, it's the least Brian can do since you practically won the money for him in the first place."

"See, I'm not such a bad boyfriend after all," Brian smirked. "Now if you'll excuse us, Justin and I have an early day tomorrow and it's time we headed home."

"Since when do the two of you make it an early night?" Michael asked.

"Quite often actually," Justin replied. He knew full well that Brian was tiring of the family's usual rhetoric and would much rather be spending his time doing other more enjoyable things.

"See ya," Brian drawled, as he placed his hand on the small of Justin's back and proceeded to lead him out of Debbie's.

***

"I see our episode aired on Friday," Brian stated as they made their way back to the loft a few minutes later.

"Yep. Somehow I didn't think you'd be interested in re-living the experience."

"You know me too well, Sunshine."

"I did tape it, though. In case you're interested. Daphne got quite a laugh out of your antics."

"I'm sure she did," Brian grimaced.

"Do you think anyone at Kinnetik saw it?" Justin wondered.

"I doubt it," Brian shrugged.

"Well, I only hope for your sake they didn't," Justin laughed. He knew that if some of their employees had viewed the episode, Brian would be in for it.

Midnight
The Loft

Justin walked out of the bathroom after having enjoyed a steamy shower with Brian to hear the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jus, it's Ben. Sorry to be calling so late; hope I'm not interrupting anything," the professor chuckled.

"No, not at all. What's up?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to meet for lunch later this week. There's something I've been meaning to run by you, but with all the excitement surrounding your Price is Right episode, I didn't get a chance," the professor explained.

"Yeah, there was a bit of excitement, wasn't there? As for having lunch this week, I think it's a great idea. Does Thursday work for you?"

"Thursday should work," Ben agreed. "I'll see you then."

"See ya Thursday, Ben."

"It's awfully late for the professor to being calling," Brian observed, coming out of the bathroom.

"He wanted to know if I could meet him for lunch this week; he said there's something he wanted to talk to me about," Justin explained.

"It's probably his snooze of a bestseller."

"I doubt if it's about his book. I suppose I'll just have to wait and see," Justin shrugged before turning back the covers and getting into bed.

The Following Morning
10:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

Brian was making his way to the office when he ran into Nathan James.

"Hey, Brian," Nathan greeted.

"James," Brian coolly acknowledged.

"How's that barrel sauna of yours?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know that whiskey barrel thing you won on The Price is Right that's supposedly a sauna," Nathan elaborated.

"Oh, that," Brian gave the ad executive an icy stare "Don't you have work you should be doing, James?"

"Of course. I just thought I'd ask..." Brian stormed off before Nathan could even finish his sentence.

***

"Good morning, Brian," Cynthia cautiously greeted her boss as he approached her desk. "How was your meeting at Eyeconic Optics this morning?"

"Not bad."

"Good to hear. I've left your mail in your office and Julie dropped off some proofs for Brown Athletics."

"Thanks, Cyn," Brian turned to enter his office.

"Oh, and uh, Brian?"

"Yes?"

"You might want to keep a bit of a low profile today," Cynthia advised.

"And why is that?"

"Unfortunately there are a few Price is Right fans here at Kinnetik, and well, naturally word has gotten out about your, uh, how shall we say appearance on contestants' row."

"Lovely," Brian scowled.

"I believe one of the staff members even brought in a tape of Friday's episode."

"I see. Do you happen to know which of my loyal employees came up with this genius idea?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Well, Cynthia, you had best get to it. I wouldn't want that person to remain employed here any longer than necessary." While he knew he couldn't very well fire the asshole responsible for bringing in the tape, he knew a few little tidbits dropped into the grapevine by Cynthia would be enough to take care of the gossip surrounding his horrifying experience on the game show.

"Right," Cynthia smiled, knowing exactly what her boss was implying.

12:30 p.m.
Justin's Office

Justin was sitting in his office, having recently gotten off the phone with Sean Connolly when Brian entered.

"Hey, Bri, I was almost on my way to look for you," the blond remarked.

"What's up?"

"Sean called. He and Baz are in town for the summer and I thought we could have them over for dinner one night this week," Justin suggested.

"Dinner?" Brian grimaced. "Isn't that a tad bit domestic? Why don't we take them to Woody's or Babylon instead?" he countered.

"I thought after the way they welcomed me into their home in London, we could return the favor. Besides, they aren't that big into the club scene anymore."

"I see Connolly is still as boring as ever," Brian observed dryly.

"Brian, come on, having them over for a few hours isn't going to kill you. Besides, I was planning on making that grilled salmon you like."

"Alright," Brian reluctantly agreed. Sherbourne Hotels was one of Kinnetik's most lucrative accounts after all, and he supposed it wouldn't kill him to make nice with Sean and Baz for a few hours.

"Thanks, Bri," Justin broke out into his trademark smile.

"You're going to me owe for this one, Sunshine," Brian warned. "You're going to owe me big time."

"I'm sure you'll think of a way for me to repay you," Justin grinned before leaning in to hungrily caress his lover's lips.

Thursday, May 13th
Noon
Carnegie Mellon

"Thanks for bringing lunch," Ben said as he sat in his office with Justin. "I would have liked to have been able to meet you somewhere, but unfortunately I'm drowning in papers."

"Not a problem," Justin smiled.

"So, has Brian recovered from the indignity of everyone finding out about his Price is Right experience?"

"One would hope. Everyone at the office knows, but I think they're all too afraid to really harass him about it."

"Why am I not surprised," Ben laughed. "How are you doing?"

"Hanging in there, I guess. There hasn't been all that much improvement in terms of my art, but I've been pretty swamped with work recently. Brian is focusing all of his efforts toward the latest campaign for Brown Athletics, leaving me to pick up the slack so to speak. I'm not complaining, too much, though. After everything he's done for me, it's the least I can do for him."

"Have you managed to at least talk to him about your art?"

"No. I guess I really don't see much point in it."

"I still think you should talk to him," Ben offered.

"We'll see," Justin chose to remain noncommittal. "Anyway, I didn't come here for us to talk about me. I seem to recall you inviting me here for a specific reason."

"Ah, yes, the matter I wanted to discuss with you..." Ben hesitated. "Wow, I'm not really sure where one begins."

"How about the beginning?" Justin joked.

"Alright," Ben took a deep breath. "I asked you here today because I wanted to hear your thoughts about marriage."

"M-marriage?" Justin repeated in surprise.

"Marriage," Ben nodded.

"As in gay marriage?"

"That would be it."

"Uh, wow, I uh, I guess I never really thought about it to be honest. I mean, it's not like it's legal here, and besides it's not as if Brian and I would ever think of getting married."

"True, but it's legal in Toronto."

"Really? I thought that I heard about it being legalized there, but I guess I never realized that it was possible."

"I've looked into it quite a bit, and I can assure you that it is. So, getting back to my question, if marriage was legal, and it seemed fitting to your relationship, would you ever consider it?"

"Yeah, I guess," the blond shrugged. "Wait a minute, are you thinking of...."

"Yes," Ben blushed.

"Holy shit!" Justin exclaimed. "That is absolutely amazing!"

"I take it you approve?"

"Of course, I approve. You and Michael have a wonderful relationship and you deserve a chance at happiness."

"Thanks, Justin. Your approval means a great deal to me."

"I'm glad I could be of assistance. Now, I take it you have a plan when it comes to proposing to Michael?"

"I'm working on it."

"Good to hear. Have you thought about commitment rings at all? You know I have connections when it comes to Grazzini's," the artist reminded.

"I might take you up on it," the professor remarked. "However, until then, there is something you could help me with."

"Sure. What is it?"

"Since this is going to be something of a surprise for Michael, I wondered if you could keep today's conversation between us."

"If you're worried I'll tell Brian, I can assure that I won't. I'm not about to open that can of worms with Mr. Kinney," Justin laughed, knowing full well how his partner felt regarding the subject of marriage.

"Thanks."

"However, I do expect to be the first to know when it comes to your happy deed."

"Trust me, you will be," Ben promised, as Justin smiled back, genuinely pleased for his friend.

Meanwhile
The Gym

After finishing a strenuous workout, Brian decided to hit the steam room before heading back to the office. Like always, he was quickly able to find someone to amuse himself with, while he sat back and let steam among other things relax his tightened muscles.

Enjoying the feel of his trick's mouth caressing his hardened length, Brian barely even noticed another man enter the steam room. It wasn't until he heard a familiar French-Canadian accent that Brian looked up to see Bonbois dropping his towel before taking a seat on the bench next to him.

"I didn't realize you worked out here, Kinney," Bonbois remarked, as a trick immediately went to work on his cock. "I suppose it's not a bad gym," he continued, as Brian rolled his eyes. "Although, I prefer my own club."

"Then why aren't you there?"

"Unfortunately, it's closed this week due to some ridiculous renovation."

"Ah," Brian groaned in response to his trick's administrations.

"So, your Justin tells me he's an artist. I'll have to invite him over one evening. Tell me, Kinney, is he interested at all in nude studies?"

"No."

"You're a bit possessive, aren't you?" Bonbois observed.

"I don't do possessive. However, what I do mind is irritating Frenchmen who seem to..."

"Québécois, not French," Bonbois corrected, not giving Brian the chance to finish his sentence. "Oh and Kinney, he's not very good," Bonbois motioned to Brian's trick. "I had him yesterday," he remarked, before getting up and exiting the steam room, leaving his trick completely unsatisfied.

7:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Thank God, you're home," Justin breathed a sigh of relief as Brian entered the loft. "Sean and Baz are due to arrive at any minute." The blond had been secretly worried that his lover would fail to make an appearance.

"I suppose I had best get changed," Brian drawled before heading into the bedroom, bracing himself for the agonizingly boring evening that lay ahead of him.

***

"So, what's for dinner?" Brian questioned as he entered the kitchen wearing a black Hugo Boss Merino wool sweater and pinstriped pants.

"Grilled Atlantic salmon, as promised, twice baked potatoes, and asparagus, along with a fresh tossed salad. I also stopped at Presto and picked up a chocolate chiffon cake for dessert."

"I see I'll be spending a few extra hours at the gym this weekend. At least I won't have to worry about running into Bonbois again," Brian murmured.

"You ran into Bonbois at the gym?"

"The man seems to be popping up everywhere these days. If I didn't know better I'd think he's stalking me," Brian commented.

"I doubt he's stalking you," Justin laughed. "Although, considering how much you two have in common, it's hardly surprising that you keep bumping into one another."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, just take his loft for example. His décor is almost identical to yours. Then there's his high-end sports car, his amazingly toned physique, and his penchant for wearing almost identical clothes to the ones you own, and last but not least, his uh, how shall we say active sex life."

"And just how do you happen to know so much about Bonbois?" Brian demanded.

"My keen powers of observation."

"Very funny, Sunshine," Brian mocked. "While you might see these mere coincidences as being similarities, I can assure you that I have little or nothing in common with that French asshole."

"Don't you mean québécois asshole?" Justin corrected.

"Christ, what is it with you people?" Brian grumbled just as the buzzer to the loft rang.

"It's show time," Justin announced. "Now I expect you to put a smile on your face and be on your best behavior."

"Yes, dear," Brian muttered sarcastically before heading to the door to let in Sean and Baz.

***

"Justin, this salmon is delicious," Baz complimented over dinner.

"Thanks."

"So, when are the Clio Awards?" Baz questioned. "Sean was virtually ecstatic when he heard about your nomination."

"They're at the end of June. Although I doubt I'm going to win."

"You will," Baz assured. "Even if you don't, you'll still have a fabulous time. Aren't they in Chicago this year?"

"Yep. I believe they're at the Park Hyatt."

"Now, that's a hotel," Sean remarked, impressed by the choice of hotel.

"Have you thought about what you're going to wear?" Baz asked.

"One would assume that Brian being the label queen he is, will help Justin come up with something spectacular," Sean winked at Brian. "You must be so proud of him, Brian," he continued. "I know when Baz was up for one of the top interior design awards in the U.K. last fall, I was ecstatic."

"I'm sure you were," Brian offered quietly. He wasn't sure how much more of the happy couple he was willing to stomach.

"Speaking of the interior design, what do you think of the loft?" Justin asked Baz, eager to change the subject, as Brian's continued lack of enthusiasm for his nomination had not gone unnoticed.

"It's impressive," Baz responded.

"You'll have to give Brian all the credit for it. When it comes to the décor, I just live here," Justin laughed.

"I can tell," Baz noted. It was obvious even to the untrained eye that the loft was geared toward Brian's tastes.

"You should see our new neighbor's loft. It's almost identical to ours, except Jean Philippe seems to prefer a dark red and black color scheme."

"Jean Philippe sounds a bit hedonistic," Sean chuckled.

"He is," Justin confirmed. "Although I haven't a clue as to what he does for a living," the blond realized. "He seems to come and go as he pleases."

"Sounds like you have a bit of a mystery on your hands," Baz observed jokingly.

"That we do," Justin agreed.

***

"So, Justin, do you have any of your recent artistic masterpieces on hand?" Sean asked over coffee and dessert.

"Unfortunately, I don't," the blond sighed regrettably. "The majority of my recent work is in my studio at PIFA," the artist wasn't about to let on about his recent dry spell.

"What about all the sketchbooks lying around the loft?" Brian questioned, curious to hear how his partner would respond. Justin had yet to open up to him about his artwork.

"Those are just full of random doodling. Trust me, there's nothing of interest in them."

"Well, Sean and I will have to stop by your studio one afternoon before we head back to London," Baz decided. "If your artwork is anything like your advertising, I can only imagine how incredible it must be."

"Trust me, it is," Sean promised, as Justin smiled uneasily.

10:30 p.m.
The Loft

"Aren't Sean and Baz one of the most amazing couples you've ever seen?" Justin remarked as he finished cleaning up the kitchen not long after the pair had left.

"Try utterly boring instead," Brian sardonically laughed.

"Brian, how can you say that? Just look at how much they love each other, how in tune they are. One can't help but envy their relationship."

"Envy? What the fuck is there to envy? The endless monotony of monogamy?" Brian argued. "The boredom of being with the same person day in and day out? Hell, if you ask me, I consider it a fate worse than death."

"What about love?"

"Who needs love when you can have fucking," Brian aloofly replied as he failed to see the point his lover was trying to make.

"Well, maybe for them, mutual love and adoration is important. Just take Ben and Michael as an example."

"Ah yes, another boring couple."

"They're hardly boring. In fact, I admire them."

"Please, Mikey and professor? Give me a break, Sunshine, they're completely dull," Brian rolled his eyes at the thought of his best friend and Ben. "Why the fuck are we wasting our time talking about relationships anyway?"

"Perhaps because I think they're important."

"Well I don't," Brian stated. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to head to Woody's for a few drinks. I've had all I can take for the evening when it comes to relationships," he declared, leaving Justin to stare at him in disbelief.

Midnight
Woody's

As Brian sat at the bar, downing another shot of Beam, he couldn't help but cringe as he thought of the way Justin had been carrying on about relationships. He should have known better than to have allowed Connolly and his obnoxious partner over for dinner. The meal had been incredibly dull with its incessant chatter about their utterly pathetic relationship. To make matters worse, the couple had felt it necessary to drone on and on about Justin's recent rise to Clio "greatness."
It had taken almost all of Brian's willpower to contain his sarcasm, and play the polite host.

After the nauseating couple had finally left, after what had felt like an endless eternity, the last thing Brian had wanted to do was to listen to Justin proclaim the perfection of Connolly and Baz's relationship. He should have known the pair would fill the blond's head with silly notions pertaining to love and relationships. While he had hoped that Justin had moved beyond that phase by now, it was obvious a part of the artist's desire for what he couldn't have was still lurking in the background. However, there was no way in hell Brian was going to sell out and turn into some pathetic queer. He had comprised his principles enough when it came to Justin, and he wasn't about to compromise them further.

2:00 a.m.
The Loft

Lying awake in bed, Justin couldn't help but glance at Brian who was sleeping soundly next him. After arriving home from Woody's, Brian had barely said two words to him before stalking into the bedroom and promptly falling asleep.

While Justin knew he had probably pushed the envelope when it came to his comments about relationships, he hadn't been able to stop himself from forcing the issue. After listening to Ben confide his plans to marry Michael, and seeing first hand the loving relationship Sean and Baz had built, Justin couldn't help but envy both couples in some small way. He knew that Brian gave him the best he could, and that he had agreed to accept Brian for the way he was, but it sometimes wasn't enough to stop the blond from wishing for more.

Justin's Clio nomination was a prime of example of wishing for more. Hell, Sean and Baz were prouder of him than Brian was. When it came to the award, Brian had made it clear in more ways than one that he wasn't the least bit happy for him. Brian's lack of enthusiasm over dinner had been yet another opportunity for him to show how little he cared when it came to his nomination.

The more Justin stewed over Brian's behavior, the more he realized that perhaps it was time to confront his partner about it. As far as the blond was concerned, he deserved the support of his partner, and if Brian wasn't willing to give it, then he wanted to know it up front, instead of beating around the issue.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 11

2008-01-02T04:47:46Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 11

Thursday, April 29th
8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Sitting in the living room, Brian stretched his jean-clad frame out on the sofa before focusing his attention on the files laid out before him. With Justin in class, he had decided to forego an evening with Mikey and Ben at Woody's, and chose instead to work on his Brown Athletics campaign.

"Shit," Brian murmured as he heard a knock at the door. "That better not be Mikey and the professor," he grumbled. He thought he had made it clear that he wasn't interested in spending the evening with his friends.

***

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian demanded after sliding the door open to discover his irritating new neighbor, Bonbois, standing on the other side.

"Funny, shouldn't I be asking you that?" Bonbois drawled, as he felt Brian's gaze rake over him. After his previous meeting with Justin, Bonbois had taken care in his appearance. Gone were the beard, dark bruising, stitches and missing teeth. In their place was a handsome face with faint bruising and a remarkable pair of fierce blue eyes.

"I don't think so, Bonbois," Brian scoffed while scowling at the man's attire. Who the fuck did he think he was dropping by unannounced with his bare feet, skin-tight black wife-beater, and partially unbuttoned Hugo Boss jeans?

"Well... What was your name again?" Bonbois suddenly drew a blank when it came to Brian's name.

"Kinney, Brian Kinney. Not that it's any of your fucking business."

"Well, Kinney, instead of standing around with that annoyed look on your face, why not do something useful and get Justin for me?" Bonbois suggested.

"I'm afraid he's not here," Brian announced.

"Then what the fuck are you doing in his loft?"

"His loft?" Brian repeated in astonishment.

"Mrs. Evans told me he lived on the top floor," Bonbois elaborated, referring to another one of the building's tenants.

"Try my loft," Brian corrected.

"Ah," Bonbois nodded in comprehension. "So, you two live together. I have to admit Kinney, I'm surprised Justin chooses to reside with someone so old. Although, I suppose I have to give credit where credit is due. It must be nice having a house boy on ta..."

"How about instead of making such brilliantly insightful observations, you cut to the chase and tell me what the fuck you're doing here," Brian interrupted his neighbor, not in the mood to exchange barbs.

"I came to return this," Bonbois handed Brian the cookie plate he had brought with him.

"Is that all?" Brian questioned suspiciously as he eyed the casserole dish Bonbois was holding.

"I also brought Justin this," Bonbois replied as Brian stared down at the dish in disgust.

"What the fuck is that?"

"La poutine. It's a popular snack dish from Quebec," Bonbois revealed, before offering it to Brian.

"Christ," Brian muttered under his breath as he set the poutine on the counter. The last thing he wanted was for Justin and Bonbois to be sharing culinary endeavors with one another.

"Cèst un vrai cul, C'mec," Bonbois laughed in French. (This guy's a real ass).

"What was that?"

"My apologies, Kinney. You'll have to excuse me, I sometimes forget my English. What I meant to say was that I would appreciate it if you would please tell Justin that Jean Philippe stopped by and I hope that he enjoys the poutine."

"Right," Brian rolled his eyes.

"Au revoir, Kinney," Bonbois smirked, before turning and walking out of the loft, leaving Brian to stare at the poutine in utter disgust.

***

Two hours later, Brian looked up from his paperwork to see Justin walk through the door.

"Hey," the blond smiled at Brian as he made his way into the kitchen. "What's this?" he asked, noticing the casserole dish on the counter.

"It's a gift from Jean Philippe," Brian shook his head in irritation.

"Who?" the blond stared back in confusion.

"Bonbois," Brian clarified.

"Oh."

"He brought it specifically for you," Brian remarked, joining his partner in the kitchen.

"Do you think he is trying to poison me for bringing him cookies?" Justin wondered as he gave the poutine a skeptical glance.

"Perhaps he's infatuated with your cookie recipe," Brian offered sarcastically.

"Somehow I doubt that. Do you have any idea what this is?"

"He said it was called poutine or some such thing."

"Well, I suppose I could give it a try. I am pretty hungry," Justin conceded as he reached for a plate and a fork.

"Just make sure to brush your teeth good before coming to bed. There's no fucking way I'm kissing you unless you get every trace of that disgusting shit out of your mouth," Brian warned, turning his attention back to his work.

Friday
9:30 p.m.
The Loft

Standing in the loft, Justin checked his watch and saw that he still had a few more minutes to kill before Daphne was due to arrive. The two had decided to spend the evening together since Brian had chosen to meet Michael at Woody's for a few rounds of pool, and Daphne's current boyfriend was out of town for the weekend.

The blond found his eyes scanning the kitchen to rest on the empty casserole dish sitting on the counter. Amazingly enough, the poutine had been quite tasty, and Justin had devoured it easily the previous evening. While somewhat reluctant at best, he supposed he had best return the dish to Bonbois.

***

"Justin," Bonbois slid open his door to find his blond neighbor standing on the other side.

"Uh...." The artist nervously licked his lips as he took in Bonbois' appearance. Nothing could have prepared him for the man's awe-inspiring facial structure and intense blue eyes. Justin's gaze quickly traveled downward to Bonbois' amazingly toned chest and soon found its way to the only thing the man was currently wearing, a skin-tight pair of jeans.

"Come in mon petit chou," Bonbois invited. (my little cabbage)

"Th-thanks," Justin whispered while taking in his surroundings.

The blond was immediately struck by the similarities between Brian's loft and Jean Philippe's. While Brian tended to stick to black and white furniture, it appeared that Bonbois preferred black and red. Justin quickly recognized two red Mies van der Rohe Barcelona Pavilion chairs in addition to a black Albero sectional chaise sofa and Rotor coffee table in the living room. His eyes scanned the dining room, which was furnished with a Makio Hasuike glass Prism table and Brno tubular chairs, also by Mies van der Rohe. However, instead of having a painting of a naked man like Brian did, Bonbois chose instead to have a framed vintage French hockey poster.

"See anything you like?" Bonbois questioned as he noticed Justin keenly studying his décor.

"I, uh, notice that your décor is similar to uh, B-Brian's," Justin replied nervously.

"Perhaps Kinney and I use the same decorator," Bonbois shrugged. "Did you enjoy the poutine?" he asked, as he came up to Justin and took the dish from his shaking hands.

"Uh, yeah."

"Très bien," Bonbois gave the blond a satisfied smile.

"It's quite an unusual dish," Justin remarked, not sure what else to say.

"Ouais," Bonbois agreed as he went into the kitchen, which was furnished with stainless steel appliances. "I believe it was invented back in the 1960s by Jean-Paul Roy. It's very popular back home in Quebec."

"Do you eat it often?" Justin had a hard time believing his neighbor did, considering how impressive his body was.

"With a few modifications."

"Modifications?"

"I use fat-free French fries in addition to soy cheese as opposed to curd cheese, which is much too fattening for me. Then I replace the brown sauce with a barbecue sauce."

"Oh."

"If you'd like, next time I make a batch, I could bring some down for you and Kinney?" Bonbois offered.

"I think Brian will pass," Justin laughed, knowing full well Brian had been revolted by the dish and that even low fat modifications would not be enough to tempt his palate. "As for me, I think I'm more of a curd cheese person as opposed to a soy cheese person."

"Ben," Jean Philippe made a mental note, before turning his mind to other matters. "Since you're here, you might as well do me a favor," he announced, grabbing Justin by the arm and leading him into the bedroom.

"W-what are y-you doing?" the blond nervously protested as Bonbois led him up a few steps and slid open two Chinese screen doors to reveal his bedroom.

"I need your opinion," Bonbois indicated as Justin stared in shock at the king size Leggero bed draped in bright red silk sheets.

"O-opinion?" the blond stammered uncomfortably.

"Which shirt makes me look hotter?" Bonbois inquired as he held up two shirts.

"Uh, I'm not really much of an, uh, expert when it comes to fashion," Justin blushed.

"Justin, mon petit chou, it's not a difficult question. All you have to do is tell me which shirt would make you want me to fuck you more," Bonbois explained as if talking to a small child.

"Uh, m-maybe the white one?" the blond offered hesitantly.

"Merci. Now I'm afraid you're going to have to be leaving mon petit chou. My ten o'clock should be here momentarily."

"Oh," Justin murmured. Embarrassed, he quickly turned and fled the bedroom, but not before turning back to give Bonbois one last look.

Saturday
Midnight
Babylon

"Don't you two look cozy," Brian drawled with sarcasm as he and Justin joined Ben and Michael at the bar that evening.

"Ben and I are celebrating," Michael announced excitedly. "Ben's publisher contacted him today and he absolutely loved his new book."

"That's great!" Justin exclaimed, genuinely happy for his friend. "I can't wait to read it."

"You'll love it. It's about this bug chaser...." Mikey began to babble about his partner's book.

"How about I buy us a round of drinks," Brian interrupted, not all that interested in hearing about the professor's latest literary endeavor.

***

"It looks like one big party here," Emmett observed as he and Ted joined the others at the bar a few minutes later.

"It most certainly is," Michael confirmed. "Ben heard from his publisher today and his new book is going to be a huge success."

"That's fabulous!" Emmett raved, in his typical dramatic fashion, causing Brian to roll his eyes in response.

"I'm sure it will be just as fascinating as your previous book," Ted predicted.

"Speaking of fascinating, Justin and I have some enthralling matters to attend to in the backroom," Brian stated, reaching for Justin's hand and leading him away.

***

"Brian, you didn't have to..." Justin began to protest as he followed Brian across the dance floor.

"What? Subject you to the pathetic chatter of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern? Why Sunshine, one would think you're not interested in having me shove my amazing cock up your tight little ass."

"Oh I'm interested," the blond assured with a knowing laugh. He knew he could count on Brian to take his mind off the others.

***

Minutes later, the couple was firmly encased in Babylon's backroom, doing what they did best.

"That's it Sunshine," Brian heatedly growled as he felt Justin's burning tunnel engulf his aching cock.

"Bri," Justin panted, feeling Brian's lips begin to nip and suck at the flesh of his neck.

"Like that?" Brian questioned hotly, as he whispered seductively in his lover's ear.

"God yes!" the blond trembled as his lover's warm breath sent tingles down his spine.

"I can make you feel even better," Brian promised hungrily.

Reaching for Justin's throbbing shaft, Brian suddenly felt a pair of eyes on them. While this was not an uncommon occurrence in the backroom, there was something about this particular set of eyes that made Brian's hand stiffen and his head turn.

"Fuck..." he breathed in disbelief. The last person he expected to lock eyes with was Bonbois of all people. The maddening French Canadian was reclining against the wall across from them oblivious to the trick who was working him over. Bonbois' sole attention was focused on them instead.

***

"Bri?" Justin suddenly felt his lover stiffen behind him.

"Relax Sunshine," Brian purred, sending a glare in his nemesis' direction. Bonbois merely smirked in response. Not about to be put off by his utterly loathsome neighbor, Brian decided it was time he showed the French Canadian exactly what he was missing.

Increasing his pace, Brian immediately felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he thrust deeper inside of his lover's hole.

"That more like it?" Brian asked in a sensual voice, making sure to stroke Justin's cock in exactly the way he liked it.

"Yes!" Justin cried out in ecstasy as he felt himself build toward his own climax.

"You're so fucking hot," Brian moaned as he soon found himself drowning in his own heated release.

***
"God that was hot," Justin smiled contentedly several minutes later as he zipped his pants. While having sex in the backroom was normally an incredibly erotic experience, this particular fuck had been one of their hottest.

"Did you expect any less?"

"Are you kidding? That was fucking amazing."

"Perhaps later on we can top it," Brian smirked in satisfaction as he looked over to see Bonbois still eyeing them. "You go on ahead," he motioned Justin toward the exit. "I'll be out in a minute. There's something I need to take care of first."

"Alright," Justin shrugged his shoulders.

***

Once Justin had exited the backroom, Brian quickly made his way over to Bonbois, who was now in the midst of fucking his trick against the wall.

"Enjoy the show?" Brian asked.

"What show?" Bonbois came back derisively.

"You know which fucking show I'm referring to. I hope you enjoyed it, because that's all you're going to get," he warned before stalking out of the backroom, infuriated by the man's sheer arrogance.

Monday, May 3rd
3:30 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"So, what do you think?" Justin asked, after handing his partner the ads Nathan and Brendan had created for DuFresne Realty.

"They'll do," Brian offered mildly, knowing his opinion mattered little at this point.

"We've arranged to have them run in Atlanta's top business magazines and newspapers."

"Sounds like you have everything under control," Brian surmised before quickly changing the subject. "Are you still on for tonight?"

"Tonight?" Justin looked up at his partner in confusion.

"Dinner at Linds and Mel's," Brian elaborated.

"Shit, I forgot."

"You're still coming aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," Justin assured. The last thing he wanted was to face Melanie's wrath or miss an opportunity to see Gus.

"Good. I should be home by six-thirty. We can leave from there if you'd like."

"That works," Justin agreed. "I suppose if I want to get home on time I had best get my ass back to work. Later, Bri."

"Later," Brian gave a small smile as he watched Justin leave.

***

Soon after Justin had left, Cynthia reluctantly entered Brian's office, not at all anxious to inform her boss about his unexpected visitor.

"Cat got your tongue, Cynthia?" Brian questioned, as he glanced at the door to see his uncomfortable assistant.

"You, uh, have a uh, visitor."

"I do?"

"Your, uh, mother is waiting outside for you."

"Wonderful," Brian rolled his eyes, surprised that Joan had decided to grace him with her presence. "You might as well send her in," he instructed as he braced himself for the intrusion.

***

"Mom, what an unexpected surprise," Brian drawled sarcastically as Joan Kinney entered a few moments later.

"Brian," Joan coolly acknowledged her son.

"So, Mom, what you brings you by Kinnetik this afternoon?" Brian questioned his mother suspiciously. "I can't imagine you're here for a social visit."

"Brian, please, could we at least try to be civil for once?"

"Alright, if we're going to be "civil" as you call it, you might as well take a seat," he invited. "Would you like Cynthia to bring you anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you," Joan murmured, as she glanced at her son's office. "That's an interesting painting you have on the wall," she motioned to the painting hanging on the wall above Brian's desk.

"Justin painted it," Brian offered casually.

"Oh."

"Look, Mom, why don't we dispense with this being civil bullshit, and get to the purpose of your visit."

"If that's how you want it," Joan sighed.

"It's... Hell, just tell me why you're here," Brian raked a frustrated hand through his hair. He was in no mood to deal with his mother. He was still furious with her over her ridiculous belief that he was capable of molesting his deranged nephew.

"Well, with all the recent rain we've had, I've discovered that I'm in need of a new roof," Brian's mother began. "I tried to stop by your loft last week but that..."

"You stopped by my loft?" Brian asked in confusion. He had no recollection of Justin mentioning his mother's visit.

"How you can live with such a despicable creature is beyond me," Joan grimaced at the memory of Justin. "But that's not the reason I'm here. The reason I stopped by this afternoon was to ask you..."

"To pay for your new roof?" Brian finished for his mother. He should have known that money was the only reason she'd set foot in his office.

"It's the least you can do," Joan remarked.

"And why is that?"

"Well, after everything I've done for you and the shame and embarrassment you've caused me with your disgusting lifestyle, it's only fair that you offer me your assistance."

"Funny, Mother, I don't recall you doing much of anything for me while growing up. If you weren't drunk you were too busy watching Jack beat the shit out of me to do anything worthwhile for me. As for my disgusting lifestyle, I can hardly imagine you sharing my shameful secret with your church biddies. You wouldn't want them to know what a failure you are as a mother."

"Brian, that's a terrible thing to say to me."

"It's the truth. As for your roof, ask Claire. I frankly don't have the money."

"Don't have the money? I have a hard time believing that. As for your sister, she is a single mother with two children of her own. The last thing she needs is to be burdened with the additional expense."

"I guess you'll just have to come up with something else."

"You have a hell of a nerve Brian. A hell of a nerve," Joan commented angrily. "Although I suppose I can't be surprised. After hearing the offensive things that boy of yours said to me last week, I should have known there was no hope for someone as wretched as you."

"Tell me, Mother, just what did Justin say to you?"

"He had the audacity to accuse me of having a drinking problem and told me in no uncertain terms to stay out of your life," Joan responded, shaking her head in disbelief. "Perhaps I should have listened to him. After seeing first hand how you've corrupted him, I shouldn't have even bothered coming here today."

"Then why did you?"

"I suppose for some truly misguided reason, I thought there was still hope. I thought that perhaps you'd be willing to help me. Obviously I was wrong."

"Obviously," Brian agreed bitterly.

"You know something Brian, there was a time when I thought that perhaps there was still hope for you. That perhaps you'd find your way back to the Lord. However it's become more and more obvious that you're simply beyond redemption," Joan stated.

"What else is new?" Brian gave a sardonic laugh.

"You're a disgrace! An absolute disgrace, and while I never thought I would say this, I'm ashamed to call you my son. However, I can take comfort in the fact that the Lord will have his way with you, and that you'll spend your eternity burning in hell!" Joan declared with sheer malice before storming out of her son's office in disgust.

8:30 p.m.
Melanie & Lindsay's

"Any luck?" Lindsay questioned after Justin re-entered the dining room. The blond had arrived home a little after six-thirty with Brian nowhere to be found. After having waited half an hour with no word from his lover, Justin had headed to Lindsay and Melanie's by himself. There he had waited an additional hour without any word from Brian. Justin had also tried Brian at home, at the office, and on his cell with no success.

"We might as well eat without him," Justin sighed, as he put his cell phone back in his pocket.

"Daddy not coming?" Gus asked with a clearly disappointed expression.

"I don't think so, Gus," Justin frowned. "But you know daddy would be here if he could, right?"

"But I wanted to see him," Gus pouted.

"I know, Lambskin," Lindsay came over and lifted Gus out of his chair. "I'm sure Daddy will stop by later this week," she assured as Melanie openly scowled in irritation.

"How about I help put you to bed Gus, and read you your favorite story?" Justin offered, hoping to appease the child.

"Okay, Jus. You read better than Daddy anyway."

"Thanks, Gus," Justin smiled, knowing full well Brian still had quite a bit to learn when it came to being a parent.

***

"Do you have any idea where he might be," Lindsay worried after they had put Gus to bed and had finished their meal.

"I'm sure something came up," Melanie offered in a sarcastic tone, using Brian's favorite excuse.

"Maybe something happened at work," Lindsay attempted to take the sting out of her wife's comment.

"He should have been here by now." Justin wasn't going to make any excuses for his partner.

"Well, I think he's made it more than obvious this past month that all his talk about being a more active father was a bunch of bullshit," Melanie derided.

"Melanie," Lindsay protested.

"We can sit here and deny it all we want, but it's the truth. Fuck, Justin's more of a father to Gus than Brian is."

"Why don't I talk to him," Justin suggested. While he hadn't expected Brian to win father of the year, if his partner truly intended to be a better father, he wasn't off to the best of starts.

"Are you sure?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah," the blond nodded. "You know I love Gus. It's the least I can do for him."

"Well I hope for all of our sakes he shapes up," Melanie murmured, knowing deep down that the odds of that happening were slim to none.

Meanwhile
The Backroom
Babylon

Leaning against the wall, Brian groaned in response to the sensations his trick's mouth aroused as he worked his cock over and over. After being subjected to his mother's vicious tirade, Brian had found himself at the baths where he had immediately drowned himself in a drug-induced vortex of incredible pleasure. However, the baths alone hadn't been enough to block out the hateful image of his mother, and Brian had soon found himself indulging in the carnal delights of Babylon's backroom.

Brian was so consumed by his pain management that he hadn't noticed Bonbois enter the backroom and position himself against the wall across from him. Nor did Brian notice Bonbois glance over at him in amusement before he was assailed by two tricks of his own.

3:00 a.m.
The Loft

After arriving home from Lindsay and Melanie's, Justin had poured himself a scotch and had made himself comfortable on the living room sofa. Furious with Brian, Justin had every intention of waiting up for him. At around three in the morning, the blond finally heard the key turn in the lock. Taking a deep breath, he stood up from the sofa and braced himself for a confrontation.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Justin demanded icily as he watched Brian stagger drunkenly into the loft.

"Waiting up for me, Sunshine? How kind." Brian sneered, before pushing past the blond.

"Answer my fucking question," Justin jumped in front of his lover, not about to let him off the hook.

"I was out."

"Getting your dick sucked?" Justin ventured a guess based on the fact that Brian reeked of sex.

"Among other things."

"What happened to dinner at Lindsay and Melanie's?"

"Fuck Lindsay and Melanie."

"And your son?"

"I don't want to talk about my son."

"Christ, Brian, I thought you were going to make more of an effort when it came to Gus."

"Obviously you thought wrong."

"Fuck, Brian what the hell is wrong with you? You were fine this afternoon, and now you're standing here drunk, high on God knows what, and stinking like a fucking bathhouse."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't felt the need to stick your nose where it didn't belong..."

"Oh, so this is supposed to somehow be my fucking fault?"

"Tell me, Sunshine, did it ever occur to you that perhaps you could have filled me in on my mother's visit?"

"What the fuck does she have to do with this?"

"It just so happens that mother dearest paid a visit to me today."

"I see."

"She was more than happy to tell me all about the visit she had with the despicable creature I live with."

"I'm sure that she was. I'm sure she also felt the need to impart her venomous poison on you."

"I don't think what she said or didn't say is any of your goddamn business, Sunshine."

"Oh yes it is, Brian. She's not the one who repeatedly has to put up with this pain management bullshit time after time. I am. When are you going to grow up and see your mother for the hateful person that she is? When are you going to realize that she's simply not worth it?"

"Who said I even give a fuck about her?"

"Your latest pain management binge says it quite nicely."

"What makes you think tonight was a pain management binge? Perhaps I was simply in the mood to get my needs met elsewhere. Maybe I'm sick and tired of having you around all the time constantly interfering where you don't belong."

"I see we're back to your mother."

"Yeah, well, maybe before you opened your big fucking mouth, you should have thought..."

"I don't fucking believe this. You're actually upset that I had the balls to tell your mother what a piece of work she is?"

"You had no right, Justin. No fucking right to say the things you did to her."

"Christ, Brian she fucking accused you of molesting your nephew. Did you honestly expect me to sit back and..."

"You don't have a clue as to what I expect. Hell you never ask anymore. Why don't you do us both a favor and stay the fuck out of my relationship with her."

"Gladly," Justin declared in anger. "However, if you expect me to tolerate your pain management binges associated with her, you've got another thing coming. When it comes to your pain management, I've had more than I can stomach. If you want to continue with your pity party then by all means, do so. I'm out of here," he stated, grabbing his coat and storming out of the loft.

The Following Morning
8:30 a.m.
Daphne's Apartment

"I made some coffee," Daphne offered as Justin came out of her bathroom dressed in his clothes from the previous evening.

"Thanks," the blond murmured. After having stormed out of the loft the night before, he had ended up crashing on Daphne's futon.

"Wanna talk about what happened last night?"

"Not really."

"Don't you think you should," Daphne encouraged. "Or at least talk things out with Brian."

"Look, I'm going to be late for class as it is," Justin said, not up for discussing his problems with Brian. "Thanks for letting me sleep here."

"Anytime. That's what friends are for," Daphne shrugged.

"Well, for whatever it's worth, I appreciate it."

"I know. Now get your butt to class, and I expect you to talk to Brian later."

"Yes, dear," Justin sighed, kissing Daphne goodbye on the cheek, not sure what he would do without her friendship and support.

Meanwhile
The Loft

"God my head hurts," Brian groaned as he stood in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee. After Justin had stormed out, he had lain awake thinking about everything that had happened. While he was still somewhat annoyed that Justin hadn't told him about his mother's visit, he knew deep down that the blond had been trying to protect him, and that he'd probably been a bit harsh for taking his anger with his mother out on him.

However, that didn't stop his mother's comments from hurting. Nor did it stop him from replaying his argument with her over and over in his head. As much as he tried to block her venom from his mind, she was always there wreaking havoc in his thoughts. Christ... He didn't want to think about her. Didn't want to think of what a horrible son...

"Fuck," Brian swore in frustration. He needed to get ready for work, not stand here focusing on his mother like some pathetic little faggot. With that in mind, he set his coffee cup down and headed toward his bedroom resolved in pushing all thoughts of Joan aside for the day.

7:00 p.m.
The Loft Garage

Justin was in the process of retrieving a large painting he had received back from his professor earlier in the day when he looked over in surprise to see Bonbois pull into the garage. He hadn't run into his neighbor since he had returned the poutine dish a few nights before.

"Uh, hey," Justin cautiously greeted Bonbois, as he stepped out of his Maserati.

"Bonjour," Bonbois gave a sexy grin in response.

"Uh..." Justin wasn't sure what to make of the French Canadian's smile.

"Need any help?" Bonbois offered.

"N-not rea..."

"Here," Bonbois walked over and took the heavy canvas from the blond.

"Uh, thanks."

"Interested in art?"

"Y-yeah. I uh a-attend the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts."

"So you're an artist," Bonbois observed in surprise as he followed Justin into the elevator.

"Uh-huh."

"You know Justin, contrary to what you believe, I don't bite," Jean Philippe laughed. "Although, I'm sure if you wanted me to, I could arrange it," he added with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"O-oh," the blond blushed in embarrassment.

"Tell me, Justin, are you like this with everyone?"

"L-like what?"

"The nervous stammering, the schoolboy blushes?" Bonbois drawled in amusement.

"W-well, I uh..."

"I have to admit, it's almost flattering in a quixotic sort of way."

"Oh..."

"How about I help you carry this into your loft," Bonbois suggested, effectively changing the topic of the conversation.

"Uh, sure," the artist agreed, realizing he didn't have much choice in the matter.

***

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Justin offered once Bonbois had set the canvas down inside of the loft. Fortunately Brian was nowhere to be seen.

"No thanks," Bonbois politely declined.

"U-uh..."

"However, if you're looking to thank me, there is something you could do for me," Bonbois revealed.

"W-what?" Justin whispered nervously as he watched Bonbois come to stand directly in front of him.

"This," Bonbois purred, grasping the blond's face with gentle hands. He reached forward to capture the blond's lips with his own.

"I-I don't k-kiss," Justin protested in astonishment as he watched Jean Philippe's lips descend toward his own.

"Yeah right," Bonbois laughed, inching his lips closer to Justin's.

"I'm serious, I don't kiss," Justin stated firmly, as he attempted to avert his lips from the temptation of Bonbois'.

"Then I suppose this will have to do for now, mon petit chou," Bonbois sighed regretfully, before placing his lips softly against Justin's forehead. "Au revoir, mon cheri."

"Au Revoir," Justin whispered back in bewilderment as he watched Bonbois turn and leave. After everything that had happened with Brian the night before, the last thing he had been prepared for was Jean Philippe's attempt at seduction. As tempting as Jean Philippe's lips had been, Justin had been down the path of temptation once before, and had no intention of making the same mistake twice. No matter what his problems with Brian were, he still loved his partner and intended to remain loyal to him.

Kiss me on my eyelids
Make bad things go away
Kiss me on my forehead
Make everything okay
Hold my face real steady
I don't want you to miss
Cause the remedy of all my pain is
Jus one kiss...

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home from seeing Lindsay and Gus, Brian wasn't surprised to find the loft empty. He supposed that Justin was still angry with him and was probably spending another night at Daphne's. While he knew he had acted like an asshole the night before, he couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed that Justin was yet again avoiding him. If they had any hope of solving their recent problems they needed to do it face to face. Brian knew he wasn't the greatest communicator, but he had hoped Justin would at least have the balls to face him.

As he opened the refrigerator for a bottle of water, Brian immediately noticed a piece of paper lying on the counter. Grabbing his water, Brian walked over and saw that it was a note from Justin. Apparently the blond had been home, and for whatever reason had felt the need to tell him he'd gone to Babylon.

"Babylon," Brian murmured with an intrigued look on his face. Perhaps the blond was trying to tell him something. With that in mind, Brian headed into the bedroom to change, anxious to get to the club.

10:45 p.m.
Babylon

Feeling restless after Bonbois had departed the loft, and not quite certain how to deal with Brian, Justin found himself having a drink at Babylon. He'd ended up leaving Brian a note about his whereabouts in the hopes that maybe if his lover had calmed down from the night before they could come to some sort of truce. Justin was almost through his second cosmopolitan when Basement Jaxx's "Jus 1 Kiss" began pulsating through the club. The blond set his drink down and decided it was time to hit the dance floor.

Jus one kiss will make it better
Jus one kiss and we will be all right
Jus one kiss will make it better
Jus one kiss and we'll be flying high...

Eagerly thrusting himself into the pulsating beat of the music, Justin was oblivious to the blue eyes staring at him from the catwalk above. He was also unaware of the hazel eyes hungrily making their way to him.

Jus one kiss will make it better
Jus one kiss and we will be all right
Jus one kiss will make it better
Jus one kiss and we'll be flying high...

Soon, the blond felt himself engulfed from behind in a familiar pair of arms. Cautiously turning himself around, Justin found himself staring into a pair of tentative hazel eyes.

"Hey," Brian greeted carefully.

"Hey."

"I stopped by to see Gus tonight," Brian began, using his visit with his son as a form of a peace offering.

"Good."

"I, uh, was a bit of an asshole last night," Brian murmured uncomfortably.

"I see."

"I suppose I owe you an..."

"Don't. Apologies don't become you," Justin smirked. "Besides, they're bullshit."

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?"

"I should have told you about your mother's visit anyway. I just didn't want to upset you."

"I know," Brian acknowledged tightly.

"So..." Justin wasn't certain what he should say next.

"How about we turn our attention to other, more important matters," Brian proposed, eager to change the subject.

"Things like what?" Justin asked with mock innocence as Brian pulled him closer.

"Things like this," Brian breathed seductively before bending down and capturing Justin's moist silky lips in a heated kiss.

Jus one kiss will make it better
Jus one kiss and we will be all right
Jus one kiss will make it better
Jus one kiss and we'll be flying high...

As Brian focused on plundering the warm recesses of his lover's mouth, he didn't notice Justin's eyes suddenly shift upward and widen in surprise as they locked with a pair of familiar blue ones.

"Soon mon petit chou," Bonbois promised himself, as he watched Justin eyes turn back to Kinney, but not before taking one last look in his direction.

And we'll be flying high...

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 10

2008-01-02T04:45:57Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 10

Thursday, April 15th
10:30 a.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Brian was sitting in his office, reviewing his latest notes for Brown Athletics when Ted entered carrying a stack of papers.

"Let me guess. You have my tax return?" Brian surmised. April 15th had not gone unnoticed by him.

"Good guess," Ted said before handing Brian his return along with Kinnetik's.

"Jill Forge assured me that everything is in order. Is that your assessment, Theodore?" Brian wanted to make sure there were no fuck-ups this time around.

"I had adequate time to review the returns and I'm confident they are accurate."

"Good," Brian nodded as he thumbed through his own return. "Christ, could Uncle Sam have taxed me any fucking more this year?"

"Well, you are in the highest marginal tax bracket," Ted pointed out. "And having the loft paid off doesn't help matters in terms of your itemized deductions," he added.

"Obviously," Brian rolled his eyes.

"You could always move. Perhaps purchase something larger?" Ted suggested.

"Move?" Brian was horrified he would even make such a suggestion.

"Well, it was just a thought," the accountant grimaced.

"An insane one. Justin and I are more than happy at the loft. There's no way in hell we're moving into some godforsaken breeder neighborhood like yours," Brian declared.

"I should have known better than to have made such an undignified suggestion."

"That's right you should have," Brian agreed. "While you're here, Theodore, why don't you give me Justin's return as well," he motioned to the papers Ted was still holding.

"I, uh, can uh, take it to his office," Ted offered uncomfortably.

"I don't think so, Theodore. He'd rather not waste his time dealing with pathetic backstabbers."

"Brian, that's really uncalled..."

"I think not," Brian cut him off. "Now hand me his return and I'll have Cynthia send the signed copies to you later this afternoon," he instructed. "Oh and Ted, do yourself a favor and stay the fuck away from him for the next few weeks."

"Will do, Brian," Ted promised regretfully as he handed his boss Justin's return. It was obvious he had his work cut out for him when it came to repairing his relationship with the couple.

8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home from the office, Brian set his briefcase down and headed into the bedroom to change. With Justin in class, he hoped to get in a few miles on the treadmill before the blond returned home. As he pulled on a pair of Adidas track pants, his eyes fell on the sketchbook resting on Justin's nightstand. While there was nothing unusual about finding Justin's sketchbooks in various places throughout the loft, Brian couldn't help but think back to the odd way Justin had acted a few nights before.

Curious, Brian reached for the sketchbook and sat on the bed. As he opened the book and began flipping through the pages, Brian's eyes widened in shock. The last thing he expected to see were pages filled with either half-finished sketches or scribbled out drawings. He immediately wondered if something might be wrong with Justin.

Brian attempted to rationalize the idea that his lover could merely be suffering from a dry spell. Wasn't it normal for artists to go through occasional phases like this? Yet, for whatever reason, Brian couldn't shake the feeling that it was more than a creative drought. While he wanted to help, Brian wasn't sure if there was anything he could do, at least not until Justin chose to confide in him.

Friday
1:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

Returning to the office from a lunch meeting with Liberty Air, Brian paced his office thinking about his discovery the night before. After finding Justin's sketches, he had decided to ask him about school, hoping his partner might provide some clues regarding his behavior. However, Justin had been vague in his responses, complaining that he was tired from a long day at work and school and wasn't in the mood to discuss PIFA. Normally Brian would have believed his excuse, but now he wondered if Justin had intentionally been avoiding the conversation. He couldn't help but recall the blond's hesitation over Rage. While he knew Justin's schedule was busy, Brian had a sneaking suspicion that Justin's reluctance to start the new issue was somehow related to what he had observed in his sketchbook. Concerned for his partner, Brian wondered if perhaps he should bump up their trip to Ibiza. However, before he could consider the option further, Cynthia burst into his office.

"I see you still haven't grasped the concept of knocking," Brian observed dryly, turning his thoughts away from Justin.

"Who gives a fuck about knocking? The nominees for the Clio Awards were just announced!" Cynthia announced excitedly, referring to the most prestigious and coveted awards in the advertising industry.

"I see it's that time of year again," Brian observed.

"That it is, and you'll never guess who just got nominated."

"Yours truly," Brian offered in a smug voice. He knew his fall campaign for Liberty Air was a stronger contender for a nomination.

"I'm afraid Mr. Kinney you're not the only person in this agency worthy of Clio," Cynthia revealed as Brian raised an eyebrow in shock. "Kinnetik has a new star, and his name is Justin Taylor."

"Justin?" Brian stared back at his assistant in disbelief.

"Isn't it amazing?" Cynthia gushed. "Apparently he's made quite an impression with the campaign he did for Sherbourne Hotels last fall."

"I don't believe this," Brian shook his head with incredulity. The Sherbourne account had been his. The only reason Justin had worked on the campaign was that Brian had been swamped with Liberty Air at the time and had known Jake Connolly wouldn't have a problem placing the fall campaign in Justin's capable hands.

"Aren't you excited for him?" Cynthia questioned, surprised by her boss' unenthusiastic reaction.

"Yeah, sure," Brian shrugged, attempting to downplay his displeasure over Justin's nomination.

"Justin doesn't know about the nomination yet, but August just spoke to him and he's on his way to the office. A group of us are going to surprise him in the boardroom with champagne," Cynthia explained as Brian walked toward his desk and picked up a file. "I assume you'll be joining us?"

"We'll see." Brian chose to remain noncommittal. He was still trying to take in the shock of Justin's nomination. He couldn't believe the nominating committee had overlooked his fall campaign for Liberty Air, and had nominated Justin's Sherbourne campaign instead. He was Brian Kinney for fuck's sake, advertising genius extraordinaire and previous winner of five Clio Awards. Justin was a twenty-one year old kid. While he possessed a natural flair for the business, Brian felt he still had a hell of a lot to learn.

"August and I expect you to be there," Cynthia stated in a tone that brooked no argument. "He is your partner after all, and I don't just mean business partner," she added before stalking out of his office.

2:00 p.m.
The Lobby
Kinnetik

As Justin entered Kinnetik, he couldn't help but think of an upcoming project he had for one of his painting classes. Once again, he hadn't a clue as to what he was going to paint. While the project wasn't due for a few weeks, the sooner he came up with an idea, the sooner he could start it. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck at the very last minute desperately trying to come up with an idea.

"Justin! Thank goodness you're here!" August ran over to the blond. "Brendan and Nathan are in the boardroom fighting like cats and dogs over the campaign for DuFresne Realty. I think you're going to have to intervene."

"Shit." Solving a dispute between two friends was not on the top of his priority list for the afternoon.

"You better hurry in there quick," August stated, eager for his boss to witness his surprise.

"Alright, I'm on my way," Justin sighed.

***

"Surprise!"

"Holy shit," Justin whispered in shock. He had entered the boardroom expecting to see Nathan and Brendan. The last thing he expected was to discover Kinnetik's entire staff assembled before him.

"Congratulations Justin!" Cynthia exclaimed.

"Huh?" Confused, Justin stared at Brian's assistant.

"The Clio Awards were announced this afternoon," Brendan said, as he came up and put an arm around his friend.

"So." The blond still wasn't sure why everyone was gathered in the boardroom.

"So," Nathan grinned. "You just happen to be the youngest nominee in the history of the awards," he announced causing the room to break out into applause and cheers.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Do we look like we're kidding, sweetie?" August questioned as he uncorked the champagne bottle he and Cynthia had brought in with them.

"No, I guess you're not. What campaign was it for?"

"Sherbourne Hotels," Cynthia responded.

"That's fantastic. I can't wait to tell Jake and Sean," Justin beamed.

"I'm sure they'll be equally excited," Brendan commented before he and Nathan reached for their champagne flutes and proceeded to propose a toast to Justin.

***

"Congratulations Justin," Cynthia gave the artist a warm hug after the toast had been completed.

"Thanks Cyn. Does Brian know?"

"Uh, yes," Cynthia replied in a tight voice.

"Where is he?" Brian's absence had not gone unnoticed.

"I believe something came up with Liberty Air. However, he should be in his office."

"I guess I'll just have to convince him to join the party," Justin declared, eager to share his excitement with his partner while Cynthia couldn't help but frown in response. She had an idea why Brian had been reluctant to join the party, and only hoped her boss would stop licking his wounds for a minute to share in Justin's joy.

2:30 p.m.
Brian's Office

"The ads are good to run?" Brian questioned Eric Frasier as he studied a set of proofs for Liberty Air. He had decided against joining Justin's celebration in the boardroom and had chosen instead to finalize a few last minute details for his campaign.

"They're all set," Frasier assured.

"Good," Brian suddenly looked up from the proofs to see Justin enter his office, beaming from ear to ear.

"Hey Justin," Eric greeted the blond. "Congratulations on your nomination. I think it's fantastic."

"Thanks," the blond gave his trademark smile.

"I can't wait to call Jake and Sean Connolly. They are going to be utterly thrilled. I'm anxious to start their summer campaign. I..."

"Are these rates firm?" Brian interrupted his partner to question Frasier further about the ads.

"As firm as you can get."

"Did you hear what I just said?" Justin turned towards Brian. He couldn't believe the man was ignoring his news.

"You're excited to tell Jake and Sean about the nomination and are eager to start work on their next campaign," Brian replied, turning his attention back to Frasier. "Tell them we'll book the next 3 issues but to knock off 15%," he instructed, walking toward his desk.

"Sure thing Brian," Frasier promised before leaving Brian's office.

***

"Aren't you proud of me?" Justin demanded in excitement. "I'm going to be an amazing success. How about we go to Babylon later to celebrate?" he invited.

"No can do Sunshine. I have a shit load of work to get through this weekend before I leave for Chicago." The last thing Brian was in the mood to do was celebrate his lover's nomination.

"Oh," Justin couldn't mask the look of disappointment that washed over his face. A look that didn't go unnoticed by Brian. "I uh, guess I'll see you later," he shrugged before turning to leave.

Realizing he was acting like a selfish asshole, Brian decided it wouldn't hurt to appease the blond somewhat. "Hey, Trump," he called out to his partner. "One drink."

"One drink," Justin nodded with his trademark smile. "Later," he offered over his shoulder before walking out of Brian's office.

"Later, Sunshine," Brian murmured in response. While he was less than thrilled about Justin's nomination, he supposed having one celebratory drink wouldn't kill him.

Saturday Morning
3:00 a.m.
The Loft Garage

Justin's celebratory drink had ended up turning into more than just a single drink. While Brian hadn't been thrilled with this development, he hadn't the heart to ruin his lover's evening. Luckily, after a heated session with Justin in the backroom, Brian had soon forgotten his issues over the artist's nomination.

"What the fuck is this?" Brian uttered in disbelief as he pulled the BMW into the loft's garage only to find a bright red Maserati Coupe Cambiocorsa parked in his parking space.

"A car?" Justin offered with a drunken giggle. He was still somewhat tipsy from their celebration at Babylon.

"I know it's a goddamn car," Brian growled in irritation. "What I would like to know is what the fuck it is doing in my parking space."

"Maybe someone parked it there by mistake?"

"I think that's obvious, Sunshine," Brian retorted sarcastically. "Mistake or not, I'm not about to park my car in the street. I just had the fucking thing detailed and I'm not going to have some bird shit on it. Go get your keys," he instructed, deciding that for now Justin could park the Jeep in the street while he parked the BMW in the Jeep's normal spot.

"Brian," Justin groaned. He wanted to go to bed, not play musical parking spots.

"Justin, now," Brian ordered in a tone that meant business.

"Fine," the blond gave a dramatic sigh. "But if a bird shits on my car, you owe me a car wash and at least six blow-jobs."

"Alright, just get the fucking keys," Brian muttered in exasperation, not at all in the mood to deal with the situation.

***

"I don't care if it was a fucking mistake!" Brian yelled into the phone fifteen minutes later. After moving the Jeep onto the street and parking the BMW in the garage, Brian had stormed into the loft, eager to resolve the intolerable mix-up.

"Brian," Justin groaned sleepily from the bedroom. "Could you keep it down, I'm trying to sleep."

"I want that tawdry Italian piece of shit moved now. If it's not moved within half an hour I want it towed," Brian demanded.

"Christ, can't this wait until the morning?" Justin yawned, as he walked into the living room, having realized that any attempt at sleep was futile as long as his lover raged about his parking spot.

"No," Brian gave Justin an annoyed stare, before turning his attention back to the loft's building manager. "I don't care if Mr. Bon - whatever the fuck his name is only moved in today. That doesn't give him the right to park in whatever spot he chooses. The fucker has his own assigned spot and he should have the decency to park that fucking car of his there."

"Good grief," Justin shook his head in amusement. He could already tell that they were off to a wonderful start when it came to their neighbor.

"No. I thought I already made it clear that this cannot wait until the morning," Brian fumed. "If you won't do something to resolve the situation I will," he threatened angrily, slamming the phone and stalking toward the door.

"Where are you going?" the blond inquired, having a sneaking suspicion that his boyfriend was about to make matters worse.

"To show our new neighbor that he picked the wrong person to fuck with!" Brian declared as he angrily stormed out of the loft.

***

Taking the stairs two at a time, Brian quickly made it to the floor below and pounded on his offensive neighbor's door, eager to give the asshole a piece of his mind. The last thing he expected was to see the door slide open to reveal a naked man in all his glory. Brian immediately sized him up as being around six feet in height and 215 lbs. It was also clear that the man spent endless hours in the gym as his body was incredibly toned. In addition, Brian couldn't help but notice that his new neighbor was endowed quite nicely.

"Bon..." Brian cleared his throat, as he eyes continued to eye the man's dick.

"Bois?" the neighbor gave a smirk. "Care to come in?" he invited, causing Brian to raise an eyebrow at his thick French-Canadian accent.

"Why not," Brian shrugged, as he followed Bonbois into his loft. He immediately masked a look of surprise as he took in the virtual fuck fest laid out before him. It was clear Bonbois was a man of great lusts as Brian viewed not one but ten naked tricks all engaging their carnal appetites in various places throughout the loft.

"What are you standing there for?" Bonbois questioned. "Aren't you going to join in?"

"No," Brian murmured, as he attempted to ignore two tricks that were eyeing him in interest. "What I would like is for you to move your fucking car."

"My car?" Bonbois repeated in confusion.

"That pretentious piece of shit you parked in my parking spot," Brian elaborated.

"Ah," Bonbois nodded in realization.

"Ah? Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Brian stared at his neighbor furiously.

"I'll move it in the morning," Bonbois offered in a casual tone, not the least bit concerned by Brian's anger. "In the meantime, why don't you help yourself to a few of my tricks," he invited. "You can consider it payment for any inconvenience I may have caused you."

"I'll take it as payment this time, but the next time I find your Maserati in my spot, I can assure you, tricks aside, that I'll have the fucking thing towed," Brian warned, before quickly shedding his clothes, and intently stalking toward the two tricks that had been eyeing him hungrily. This was exactly what he needed to take his mind off the fucking Clio Awards and prove to himself just how much better he was than his blond lover....

Noon
The Loft

"What time did you get back last night?" Justin yawned as he came down the steps from the bedroom to find Brian sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. "I must have fallen asleep as soon as you had left."

"I wasn't long," Brian answered, not about to fill the blond in on Bonbois' orgy or his participation in it.

"So, I take it our neighbor moved his car?"

"I suppose you could say that."

"Well, that's a relief. Although, it probably wasn't the best way to start off with him," Justin mused. "Speaking of our neighbor, what's he like?"

"He's an asshole."

"Aside from the fact he's an asshole," Justin probed.

"There's not much to say. I yelled at him about the car, he apologized, and his car has since been moved. End of story. Here," Brian said, reaching for another coffee cup, "You look like you could use this."
"Thanks," the artist said, taking the cup. "Maybe I should bake him something?" Justin thought, turning his attention back to their neighbor.

"Why the fuck would you want to do that? You're not some housewife," Brian scoffed. There was no way in hell he wanted Bonbois anywhere near Justin after what he had witnessed the night before.

"No, I'm not. However, everyone else in this building thinks we're assholes. Perhaps it would be nice to have a neighbor who tolerates us for a change. Especially since I'm not an asshole."

"Don't waste your time on him, Sunshine. If you want to bake something, bake something for me," Brian suggested.

"For you? Are you kidding? The last time I did that you had one lousy cookie and complained about the calories for days. I was the one who ended up having to eat the rest."

"Since when is stuffing your face with cookies such a hardship?" Brian questioned.

"It's not. How about I just forget about baking anyone anything. I have a lot of homework to get done today anyway," the blond commented as Brian breathed a sigh of relief, glad Justin had banished all thoughts of Bonbois from his head. Now if only he could get through the day without listening to Justin chatter incessantly about his fucking nomination.

Monday, April 19th
10:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Guess where the Clio Awards are this year," Justin entered the bedroom to find Brian packing for his trip to Chicago.

"Miami?" Brian shrugged, as he searched through his ties.

"Coincidentally enough, they're in Chicago."

"Have you seen my black Prada tie?"

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, you told me that the Clio Awards are in Chicago this year. Now, what about my tie?"

"I don't have a clue as to where your tie is."

"Never mind. I found it," Brian breathed a sigh of relief. It was imperative he looked his best for Leo Brown.

"I heard from Pittsburgh Business Quarterly today," Justin announced, referring to Pittsburgh's most prestigious business journal. "They heard about my nomination and are interested in profiling me for their next issue."

"Which suit do you like better, the gray Armani or the charcoal?" Brian inquired, clearly more interested in his wardrobe than his partner's news.

"The gray," the blond replied. "I also heard from one of Vance's clients."

"How do you think my Gucci calfskin boots will look with the gray Armani?"

"Are you fucking listening to a word I'm saying?" Justin demanded in frustration. He could care less about Brian's wardrobe at this point.

"You heard from one of Vance's clients. Now if you don't mind, Justin, I need to focus on my packing. I have a series of important meetings this week and it's crucial that I dress to impress. We'll talk about the Clio and the other shit some other time," Brian assured before turning his attention back to his closet, making it clear he wasn't interested in what Justin had to say.

"Fine," Justin sighed as he turned to leave the bedroom, having given up when it came to communicating with his partner.

The Following Morning
Downtown Chicago

Leaning against the backseat of his taxi, Brian tried his best to prepare himself for the meetings that lay ahead of him. He didn't want to think about the month he'd had. Between the fiasco with his nephew, the disaster Fred and Emile had created, and now Justin's recent triumphs, Brian wasn't sure how much more he could take.

For now, all he wanted to do was focus on the Brown account. No matter what it took, Brian intended to do everything in his power to produce the campaign of his career. With Kinnetik thriving, and Justin looking after things, Brian intended to direct all of his energy toward his work. It was time he proved to the advertising world and everyone else once and for all just who Brian Kinney was.

8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Returning home from class that evening, Justin had decided to hit the shower. With Brian away, he thought it best to take advantage of the peace and quiet of the loft and make it an early evening. Pulling on a pair of track pants and nothing else, the blond wandered into the kitchen to make a snack. He was about to reach for a jar of peanut butter when he heard a knock on the door.

"Mrs. Kinney?" The blond whispered in shock as he slid the door open to find Brian's mother standing on the other side.

"Do I know you?" Joan Kinney stared at the shirtless blond in confusion.

"I'm Justin."

"I take it you're the boy Claire mentioned to me a few weeks ago?" Joan surmised.
"I'm hardly a boy," Justin objected, not impressed by her frigid attitude.

"Still, you're a bit young for my son, aren't you?"

"Brian doesn't seem to think so," Justin smirked. "Would you like to come inside," he offered, wondering the reason for Joan's visit.

"If I may."

***

"If you're here to see Brian, I'm afraid he's not here," Justin indicated as Joan stared at her surroundings. It had been quite some time since she had last entered her son's home.

"I can wait."

"That might be quite a long time since he's currently in Chicago," Justin explained.

"Oh," Joan's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Tell me.... Justin... how is it you came to live here?"

"While I'm sure you would love for me to tell you that your son corrupted me with his immoral lifestyle, I'm afraid I'm the one who corrupted him," the artist replied casually.

"Just how long have you lived here?" Brian's mother questioned.

"On and off for about four years now."

"F-four y-years?" Joan repeated in disbelief. "You mean to tell me my son has been a homosexual for over four years now?"

"Try since he was at least fourteen," Justin corrected. "Contrary to what you may believe, you just don't become gay overnight."

"How old are you?" Brian's mother demanded suddenly.

"Twenty-one."

"Oh my lord," Joan looked absolutely horrified by the blond's response. "You mean to tell me that you were seventeen when my son first...."

"Took me home and fucked me?" Justin finished as Joan stared back at him in sheer horror.

"Good God," Brian's mother breathed. "It's become glaringly obvious to me that my son has led you down the unmistakable path of sin. However, it's not too late, Justin. You can still find your way back to the Lord," she assured.

"Like Brian can?" Justin drawled, not at all impressed by Mrs. Kinney's assurances. "Perhaps instead of worrying about Brian and me and our obviously distasteful lifestyle, you try focusing your attention on your own problems," he advised.

"Excuse me?"
"Tell me, Mrs. Kinney, how does the Lord feel about your alcohol addiction? How does he feel about the fact that you hate your son to the extent that you would believe him capable of molesting a lying teenager?" Justin demanded as he swiftly turned the tables on Brian's mother.

"How dare you!" Joan accused.

"Oh I dare, Mrs. Kinney," Justin stared at her with pure disdain. "I dare when you subject the man I love to your venomous poison time after time. I think he's put up with more than enough when it comes to you and your verbal abuse."

"Who the hell do you think you are to stand here and judge me?"

"I love Brian and that gives me every right to tell you to stay the hell away from him. He doesn't want or need you in his life any longer. He has me in his life now. He also has a mother who loves him unconditionally and I can assure you, it's not you," the blond declared, referring to Debbie.

"You're an absolute disgrace," Joan shook her head in fury. "God will see to it that you..."

"Burn in hell?" Justin finished sarcastically as he watched Brian's mother turn and flee the loft in sheer horror.

***

An hour later, Justin was staring out the loft window replaying his encounter with Brian's mother. While he knew Joan Kinney was a piece of work, nothing could have prepared him for her cold and unyielding manner. Just being near the hateful woman had made him realize how fortunate he was to have his mother's love and acceptance. He couldn't even begin to imagine the horrors Brian must have faced growing up with Joan for a mother. Justin's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard the phone ring in the background.

"Hello?" the blond answered.

"Hey," came Brian's familiar voice.

"Uh, hey," Justin couldn't help but feel uneasy hearing his lover's voice.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing much," Justin replied, as he debated whether or not he should tell Brian about his mother's visit. "H-how did your meetings go?"

"Productive. You alright?" Brian could sense something wasn't quite right with Justin.

"Uh, yeah. I'm just tired, that's all."

"You should go to bed early, get some sleep," Brian advised.

"I think I'm going to take you up on your suggestion," Justin lied, knowing sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. "W-why don't you give me a call tomorrow and I promise I'll be more awake."
"You better be," Brian sighed, not certain he believed the blond. "Goodnight, Sunshine."

"Night, Bri," Justin breathed a sigh of relief as he hung up the phone.

While Justin knew that he should have told Brian about his mother's visit, he also knew that no matter how much Brian tried to deny it, his mother's rejection and her continued contempt hurt him deeply. Justin sensed that this was part of the reason why Brian had erected the emotional barriers he had. By hiding behind the infamous Kinney walls, Brian had been able to prevent himself from being hurt. Yet no matter how steep the walls, Justin had a feeling that no wall was strong enough to withstand Joan Kinney's venom. He'd had no qualms about telling Brian's mother exactly what he thought of her. It was also the reason why he had told her to stay from her son. When it came to his partner, Justin was willing to do whatever it took to shield him from further pain.

Meanwhile
Ritz Carlton Chicago

Staring out over Lake Michigan, Brian thought back to his phone conversation with Justin. While he wanted to believe that the distance in Justin's voice was attributable to his alleged tiredness, Brian had a sneaking suspicion that the blond had been lying. Although he had been somewhat distracted of late, Brian couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Brian knew Justin was still hurt by Ted and Emmett's betrayal, but he sensed there was more to the artist's recent behavior than simply that. There was also the issue of Justin's sketchbook. After tonight's subdued conversation, it was becoming more and more apparent to Brian that something was wrong with Justin. The only problem was Brian hadn't a clue as to what it was....

Thursday, April 22nd
Noon
Spago
Downtown Chicago

"I can't tell you how pleased I am with the preliminary work you and your team have done for the latest campaign," Leo Brown remarked as he sat in the famous Wolfgang Puck restaurant with Brian a few days later.

"We can't have anything but the best when it comes to your latest apparel line," Brian smirked. He was pleased with the progress he had made this week. In addition to his accomplishments with Brown, he'd also found time to wine and dine Italo Grazzini the night before. If he had his way, he'd be putting together one hell of a fall campaign for Grazzini in the coming months.

"I have full confidence in your abilities, Brian. From what you've shown me thus far, I can only imagine the success Brown's latest line will be. With that in mind, why don't you see if you can obtain an earlier flight home?" Brown suggested. "You seem to have everything organized here, so there's really no need to stay another day. I would imagine with all of Kinnetik's recent successes you're probably eager to get back to the office anyway," he added.

"I think I might just take you up on your offer, Leo," Brian decided. He was anxious to get home to Justin. Although the blond had been more talkative on the phone the past two days, Brian was eager to get to the bottom of his lover's troubles.

7:00 p.m.
The Loft Garage

Since his class had been cancelled that evening, Justin had decided to return home and make it an early evening. As he pulled the Jeep into its parking spot, the blond couldn't help but notice the red Maserati parked a few spaces down. Ever since its debut Friday evening, the sports car had been conspicuously absent from the garage.

"It looks as if the prodigal neighbor has finally returned," Justin observed before proceeding into the building.

***

After checking the answering machine and changing into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, Justin headed into the kitchen for a snack. Acting on whim, he pulled out his mom's famous chocolate chip cookie recipe. It had been ages since he'd last baked himself the delicious cookies and with Brian away, he'd be able to enjoy as many as he wanted without listening to his partner grumble about the calorie content.

An hour later, Justin realized he'd been a little over zealous in his endeavor, and had more cookies than even he could possibly stomach. Reaching for an additional plate, Justin decided that since it appeared his new neighbor was home, it might be a nice gesture to take him some cookies. He didn't see it causing any harm. Hell, after Brian's rude behavior about the parking situation, Justin was sure the cookies could only help.

***

His mind made up, Justin found himself in front of his neighbor's door. Holding the cookie plate with one hand, he used the other to knock on the door. However, after waiting a few moments, there was no response. As he turned to leave, the last thing he expected was to hear the door slide open.

"U-uh..." the blond's mouth dropped open in complete shock while his hand holding the cookies began to shake uncontrollably. Nothing could have prepared him for the fearsome man who stood before him. While Justin could have sworn the man's only clothing, a royal blue silk robe, was almost identical to the one Brian owned, it did little to comfort him. Instead, Justin's attention was arrested on the man's grotesque face.

"Can I help you?" Bonbois stared at the young blond standing before him in irritation. He'd been sleeping and hadn't appreciated the kid's interruption.

"I... I, u-uh..." Justin stammered as he continued to stare at Bonbois. He wasn't sure if it was the man's darkened beard, the cut on his right cheek, the swelling around his eye, the stitches on his forehead, or his missing two front teeth that frightened him the most. It was obvious with his toned body and rippling muscles that this neighbor of his could easily break a twink like him in two.

"You uh what?" Bonbois annoyingly repeated.

"B-brought you these," Justin looked down uncomfortably at his wobbling hand.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with those?" Bonbois stared at the cookies in contempt.

"E-eat them?" the blond whispered meekly. He should have taken Brian's advice and have stayed away.

"Oh," Bonbois looked rather taken aback. "Who the fuck are you?" he suddenly inquired.

"Jus-Justin."

"Well, Justin, perhaps you could fill me in on why the hell you're offering me these infernal things."

"I-uh, w-wanted to uh, w-welcome you to the b-building," the artist responded nervously.

"You live here?" Bonbois questioned in surprise, causing Justin to nod in reply. "Huh. I thought you might be a..."

"I uh r-really, have to g-go," Justin decided to take advantage of Bonbois' surprise to make a quick get away.

"Justin," Bonbois called out as he watched the blond turn to flee. "Aren't you going to give me the cookies?"

"Oh, uh r-right, the cookies," Justin glanced sheepishly at the plate he was still holding. "Uh, here," he offered the plate to Bonbois with a shaking hand, before quickly running to the stairs, leaving Bonbois to stare back at him in wonderment.

8:30 p.m.
The Loft

Brian returned home from the airport to find the empty loft filled with the aroma of freshly-baked cookies. He wasn't surprised to find a plate full resting on the kitchen counter. Setting down his suitcases, he walked into the kitchen and reached for a cookie. He reckoned that one would be permissible as long as he made sure to run an extra mile on the treadmill at the gym the following morning.

As he headed into the bedroom, he turned around to see a clearly out of breath Justin burst into the loft. It was obvious Justin had yet to pick up on his presence, as the blond's energies were focused on locking the door and setting the alarm. Deciding to take advantage of the opportunity, Brian tread quietly across the wood floor towards his lover.

"Miss me?" Brian growled seductively as he came up behind Justin and wrapped his arms hungrily around the blond's waist.

"AH!" Justin yelped in terror.

"Christ, Justin, it's just me," Brian attempted to calm his partner. He could hear Justin's heart hammering frantically against him.

"Fuck, you scared me," Justin breathed as he turned to face Brian.

"You can say that again, Sunshine."

"I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow?"

"I changed my mind. Maybe I wanted to surprise you," Brian gave a small chuckle.

"Obviously you did."

"You alright, Sunshine?" Brian inquired, as he noticed that Justin still seemed a bit shaken up.

"Between you and our psycho neighbor it's a wonder I didn't have a heart attack," Justin commented.

"Psycho neighbor?" Brian raised an intrigued eyebrow.

"Bonbois?"

"What the fuck were you doing with Bonbois?" Brian demanded. He didn't like the thought of
Justin being anywhere near the French-Canadian predator.

"Come into the living room and I'll tell you about it," the blond invited. "After the fifteen minutes I've just been through, I think I need to sit down."

***

"Let me see if I understand this," Brian began a few minutes later. "You went to take that asshole neighbor of ours cookies when I distinctly recall warning you not to?"

"I didn't see the harm in it. Obviously I should have taken your advice. Had I known what a fearsome-looking man he was, I would have stayed away," Justin laughed.

"Fearsome?" Brian questioned in confusion.

"Well, considering his Grizzly Adams' beard, and his..."

"Grizzly Adams' beard? Bonbois doesn't have a beard," Brian protested.

"I can assure you he does. However, coupled with his black eye, cut cheek, stitched-up forehead, and front two missing teeth, I suppose it's his most appealing quality," Justin remarked.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright, Sunshine?" Brian asked. Justin's description of Bonbois in no way matched the description of the man he had met the past weekend. It was obvious that something fishy was going on when it came to Bonbois and he vowed to get to the bottom of it.

"Now that I've gotten over my fear that he's going to kill me over a plate of cookies, I think it's safe to say that I'll be alright," the blond assured.

"I highly doubt he'd kill you over a plate of cookies,' Brian rolled his eyes. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"How about I order us some take out. Then afterward, I'll see what I can do about taking your mind off our psycho neighbor," Brian promised with a seductive glint in his eyes, eager to be reunited with his lover after being apart for three nights.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 9

2008-01-02T04:44:39Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 9

Saturday, April 10th
3:00 p.m.
Justin's Studio
PIFA

Having stared at an empty canvas for almost an hour, Justin set his charcoal down in frustration. He had a project due on Wednesday, and had yet to come up with an idea. Unfortunately, this hadn't been all that uncommon in the recent months. While Justin had tried to convince himself that his creative drought was attributed to the stress of the Deekins campaign, it was becoming clear that this was more than just a dry spell. As he continued to look at the empty canvas, the artist began to worry. He'd never felt such a lack of creativity before, and couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would last. Justin's thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone started to ring.

He was surprised to hear Ben's voice on the other end. It had been ages since they last spent any time together and Justin was eager to rectify this. The professor had to have experienced writer's block at least a few times in the past. Perhaps Ben could provide him with guidance. Justin knew he had nothing to lose when it came to discussing the matter with Ben; even if nothing came of it, at least it would give him the opportunity to catch up with a good friend.

Monday
12:30 p.m.
Presto

"It's been a long time since we had lunch," Ben remarked. "I'm glad you suggested this."

"Hopefully, now that the Deekins insanity has concluded, I'll have more time for this in the future."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Ben promised. "Speaking of Deekins, I can't tell you how relieved I am over his victory. Four years with Stockwell would have been a tremendous blow to the gay community. You should be proud of the work you did on his ad campaign."

"Trust me, I am."

"So, now that the campaign is over, how are you doing?" the professor inquired.

"Alright."

"Are you sure about that?" Ben could tell his friend was withholding something. "Perhaps you invited me to lunch today for more than just a friendly chat."

"Busted," the blond sheepishly laughed.

"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

"I guess I've been feeling kind of lost recently," Justin began hesitantly.

"I can't say this comes as much of a surprise," Ben offered. "I had a suspicion something might be wrong when you cut your hair. As obnoxious as Cody's pestering was, you typically wouldn't react the way you did."

"You know me too well."

"That I do," the professor concurred. "With that in mind, why don't you tell me what's bothering you," he invited.

***

After confiding his concerns to Ben, Justin felt relieved to have shared his fears and worries with his friend. While he knew he could have gone to Brian or Daphne with his problems, Justin valued his friend's objective opinion.

"What do you think?" Justin inquired nervously.

"It's not surprising that you're confused about who you are these days. It's also understandable that you're sick of people viewing you as a kid, but at the same time, I can see why you're uncertain about becoming a businessman," the professor empathized.

"And my art?"

"From what you've told me, it sounds as if you no longer have adequate time to devote to it. Sure, you encounter art every day at PIFA, but with being so heavily involved with the business side of Kinnetik, I'm sure it's difficult for you to find time to explore your own personal creativity."

"Lately when I've tried to draw or paint or do almost anything art related, my mind is completely blank," Justin confessed.

"Have you tried telling Brian your concerns?"

"No," the artist replied resignedly. "I guess I was hoping that this dry spell was temporary."

"Having experienced writer's block myself, I would like to tell you it is, but I think you and I both know there's more going on here than just a temporary lack of inspiration," Ben gently pointed out.

"What do you think it is?"

"I think you're confused right now. Part of you thrives on your ability to create yet another part likes the challenge of being a businessman. I think you've been struggling to be both and it's finally caught up with you. The only problem is, now it's interfering with your inner creativity."

"Are you saying I can't be both an artist and a businessman?"

"I think that depends on who you really want to be. Deep down you're going to have to ask yourself whether you truly want to be an artist, a businessman, or both. It's a question only you can answer."

"What if I'm not sure of the answer?" Justin mused.

"This isn't a decision you need to make over night," Ben assured his friend. "Give yourself some time to discover who you truly are. There's also no harm in expressing your concerns to Brian," he advised.

"After everything he's done for me, I don't want to disappoint him," Justin confided, raking his fingers through his hair.

"How would you be disappointing him?"

"Ever since I came out I've never had as much stability as I have now," the artist revealed. "Kinnetik is everything to him, in addition to being a huge foundation in our relationship. I wouldn't want him to feel as if I'm jeopardizing its success."

"Telling your partner isn't going to jeopardize a thing," Ben protested. "In his own way, Brian loves you, and I'm sure he'll support you in whatever you decide, Justin. Whether it's focusing on your art or giving it up to be a businessman, Brian will be there for you," he encouraged.

"I know that Ben, and I want to believe that, but..."

"You can't," Ben finished for his friend.

"I can't," the blond admitted.

"Just because certain people you loved in the past were the first ones to turn their backs on you when you didn't live up to their ideals, doesn't mean Brian would do the same," Ben argued.

"As much as I want to believe this, I can't. Hell, look at my father and how soon he turned his back on me when I refused to live the life he wanted."

"Brian's not your father," Ben objected. "He's your partner and your lover. As flawed as he is, I don't think he'd ever turn his back on you."

"I wish I could..."

"Justin, listen to me, no matter what Brian, your father, or anyone else thinks about you there's only one person you need to be true to, and that's yourself," Ben declared. He hoped for Justin's sake he took these words to heart. While he considered Brian somewhat flawed and highly dysfunctional at times, he knew the man would never turn his back on Justin. The sooner Justin realized this, the better off their relationship would be.

8:00 p.m.
The Loft

Brian entered the loft that evening to find Justin sitting on the floor at the coffee table working on a sketch. Setting down the takeout he had brought home with him, Brian walked over to see what his lover was drawing.

"What are you working on?" he inquired, leaning in to study the sketch.
"Nothing really," the blond shrugged.

"It hardly looks like nothing," Brian shook his head at Justin's nonchalance.

"Look, I said it's nothing. If you ask me, I think it's crap," Justin declared in frustration as he tore the page out of his sketchbook and crumpled it into a ball.

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Brian decided it best to say nothing for now. Instead he shifted the focus of the conversation. "I brought dinner home for us," he gestured to the kitchen counter.

"Thanks," Justin stood up and headed into the kitchen, leaving the mangled sketch forgotten.

"You alright?" Brian questioned as he came to stand behind the blond; finding Justin's behavior puzzling.

"Sure." The artist reached for a plate.

"Whatever you say, Sunshine," Brian murmured, not entirely convinced by Justin's response. "I'm going to change before we eat." He ruffled his lover's hair and headed into the bedroom.

***

Several minutes later, the two men were seated on the living room floor eating the Mediterranean food Brian had brought home from one of their favorite local restaurants. While Justin could sense that Brian was puzzled by his behavior over the sketch, he wasn't ready to confide in his lover. His lunch with Ben had left him a great deal to think about, and before he mentioned anything to Brian, he wanted to have a better grasp on his feelings. For now he was content to listen to his partner bring him up to speed on Brown Athletics.

"I think Leo has the potential for unprecedented sales with his latest apparel line," Brian revealed.

"Do I sense a massive ad campaign in the works?" Justin knew his partner all too well when it came to business.

"Of course," he confirmed in a smug voice. "I want this to be the biggest, most daring campaign Kinnetik has ever created for Brown. That's why I've decided to fly out to Chicago next week to ensure things kick off to a roaring start."

"Need any help?" the blond offered. While he'd never worked on the Brown account, it had been ages since he and Brian last worked together. Although he was probably grasping at straws, Justin thought maybe working with his partner might be what he needed to inspire a break from his recent creative drought. "I could work on more of the artistic side of things," he added.

"I appreciate the offer, Sunshine, but I would much rather have you holding down the fort," Brian explained. "Let's face it, if I want to turn this into a blockbuster campaign, a great deal of my time will need to be devoted to it. With you taking care of things at the office, it's one less thing I have to worry about."

"True," Justin conceded, as he masked a wave of disappointment. His art would have to wait for now. Besides, he owed it to Brian to make sure things ran smoothly at the office while he focused his attention on Brown Athletics. It was after all one of Kinnetik's most lucrative accounts, and he wasn't about to let Brian down.

Tuesday, April 13th
8:00 a.m.
The Diner

The following morning Brian and Justin dropped by the diner for breakfast. Michael was there and thought it best to take advantage of the opportunity to probe Justin about Rage.

"I think it's time for us to start planning a new issue for Rage," Michael remarked after Cody had taken their orders.

"I don't know, Michael," Justin hesitated uneasily.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Michael looked at his friend and business partner in disbelief.

"It's just that I'm kind of busy right now," Justin lied, not letting on about his recent dry spell.

"But I thought with the Deekins campaign being over..." Michael began to protest.

"That doesn't mean he isn't busy with school," Brian argued, not finding anything unusual about Justin's hesitancy. The blond had more than enough on his plate between PIFA and Kinnetik. "Why don't you wait until he's finished with his quarter?" he suggested, hoping it was a suitable compromise for Mikey.

"Brian's right," Justin agreed in relief. "School is going to be pretty rough for the next several weeks. Since I'm not planning on taking any summer classes, it might be better for us to wait until June. In the meantime, why don't you start brainstorming ideas for the next issue," he offered as he prayed it was enough to tide Michael over.

"I suppose I could do that," Michael begrudgingly agreed. "Just because you're tied up doesn't mean I can't start the writing process," he added as Ted and Emmett entered the diner.

***

"Howdy boys!" Emmett smiled as he strolled over to the gang's booth with Ted. "Care to make some room for us?"

"Uh," Justin glanced at his watch uncomfortably. "I should probably get to the office. I just remembered I have a conference call scheduled for early this morning," he lied. He had yet to come to terms with Ted's betrayal and wasn't about to subject himself to an awkward breakfast.

"But you haven't even eaten yet," Michael objected.

"I'll grab something later," the blond said, reaching into his wallet and throwing a few bills on the table.

"I should probably get to the office, also," Brian decided. He knew full well that his partner didn't have a conference call scheduled and was leaving the diner because of Theodore.

"But..." Michael stared at his two friends in confusion.

"See ya, Mikey," Brian said, not about to give the gang a chance to protest any further. He then reached for Justin's hand and followed him out of the diner.

***

"You didn't have to do that," Justin protested as he stood outside the diner with Brian.

"Do what?" the ad executive inquired innocently.

"You know what." He didn't buy Brian's innocent routine for a second.

"Maybe I wanted to do it," Brian offered, as he framed Justin's face with his hands. "When a certain asshole hurt you, Sunshine, he also hurt me," he revealed as he looked into his lover's deep blue eyes.

"Bri?" Justin looked quizzically.

"Let me finish Justin," Brian continued, as he stroked his lover's cheek. "If you don't want to associate with Theodore, then I don't want to associate with him either. He didn't just hurt you, he hurt us, and if you want to cut him out of our lives, I'm right there behind you," he promised as he pulled the blond into a comforting embrace.

"Thank you," Justin whispered into Brian's ear.

"Now how about instead of heading into the office, we stop at Flavio's first," Brian suggested. "There's no reason why Theodore should prevent you from having breakfast and I could use a latte myself," he said as Justin smiled in response, grateful for his partner's understanding.

2:00 p.m.
Justin's Office
Kinnetik

Justin was attempting to straighten up his desk before heading to PIFA for the remainder of the afternoon. He still had his project to finish. As he was about to grab his coat to leave, August informed him over the intercom that Emmett was here to see him. While he was angry with Ted, there was no reason for him to be upset with Emmett. He instructed August to send Emmett into his office.

"Hey Em," Justin stood up from his desk to greet his friend. "Make yourself at home," he invited in a friendly voice. "Would you like for August to bring you something to drink?"

"No, honey, I'm fine," Emmett indicated as he took a seat on Justin's sofa.

"So, what's up?"

"I think we should discuss what happened at the diner this morning," Emmett began.

"What about the diner?" Justin turned to look at his friend in surprise.

"You may have been able to fool Michael, but I know you left because of Teddy."

"Perhaps I wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast with someone who stabbed me in the back."

"Baby, I know what Teddy did was wrong, and I know that you feel as if he betrayed your trust, but don't you think you could find it in your heart to forgive him?" Emmett pleaded.

"Em, it's only been two weeks," Justin sighed. "Do you honestly expect me to forgive him in such a short period of time? Isn't it enough that I've let him continue to work here?"

"It's more than enough," Emmett agreed in frustration. "But don't you think for the sake of the family you could at least try to forgive him?"

"I wish it were that easy, Em, but it's not."

"But haven't his actions improved things between you and Brian?"

"Improved things?" Justin gave Emmett a puzzled glance. "What do you mean by improved things?"

"Well, one would assume that you and Brian discussed your tricking after Teddy's revelation."

"I don't think that's any of your business," Justin firmly stated.

"Honey, it's entirely my business," Emmett corrected. "Weren't you the one who confided in me all those months ago about your problem? Didn't I advise you to trick in the first place?"

"Of course you were, Em, but..."

"Justin, I know that Teddy hurt you, but if it's improved things between you and Brian, perhaps you can find a way to put his actions behind you."

"How would you know if our relationship has improved as a result of Ted's actions?" Justin questioned his friend in suspicion. "For all you know things could be worse."

"I think that after this morning's show of unity, you and Brian have managed to work things out," Emmett observed. "Look, Justin, I know Teddy and I have asked you for a lot these past few months, but do you think you could put your anger and hurt aside, and at least attempt to forgive him?"

"I don't know, Em. I honestly don't know."

"If not for him, for me?"

"Em," the blond hesitated.

"Before you make up your mind, will you at least hear me out?" Emmett pleaded, praying he could convince the blond to change his mind.

"Alright," Justin sighed.

***

"I don't fucking believe you!" Furious, Justin stood up from the couch and stared at Emmett. Had he known what his friend was going to reveal, he would never have given him the time of day. "How could you fucking do that to me?" he demanded in anger.

"Justin, honey, I thought going to Brian was the best thing I could do under the circumstances," Emmett attempted to justify his actions.

"Spare me your bullshit Emmett. Just admit the fact that you went to Brian in some misguided attempt to save Ted's pathetic ass."

"Alright, maybe at the time I was only thinking of Teddy, but if it caused you and Brian to finally talk and work things out, does it really matter what my motivation was?" Emmett protested.

"I trusted you," Justin whispered in pain. "I told you things in confidence I've never told anyone else. Christ, you promised me..."

"Look, I know what you told me in confidence, but didn't you think it was time Brian needed to know the truth?"

"He needed to hear the truth from me. Not you. You had no right to tell him what you did. I don't care if you were trying to save Ted's ass or not, it still didn't give you the right to tell him what I told you."

"Jus..."

"To think I trusted you and Ted," Justin looked at his friend with pure loathing. "Fuck, I considered you to be two of my closest friends, and look how you repaid me. I should never have trusted you."

"Sweetie, it's not what you think..."

"Do yourself a favor Emmett, and just get the fuck out of here," Justin cut him off. "I honestly don't want to hear another word from you right now," he declared, as Emmett realized the damage he'd done. While he had thought that telling Justin how he had gone to Brian would make the blond grateful for his interference, it had clearly backfired on him. With no other alternative, he decided it best leave his friend's office for now and give Justin time to deal with the truth.

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

"Hey," Brian looked up from his computer to see Justin entering the loft. "Did you finish your project?"

"Yeah," the blond murmured as he avoided his partner's gaze. After Emmett had left his office, Justin had sought refuge in his studio at PIFA where he had poured all of his pain, anger, and betrayal into his project. The result has been an emotionally charged piece fueled by Justin's intense feelings.

Sensing something was wrong, Brian stood up from his computer and quietly approached his partner. "Look at me," he commanded, gently turning the artist to face him.

"What?" Justin attempted to turn his eyes away.

"You're upset."

"Go to the head of the class," the blond remarked sarcastically, before pulling himself out of his lover's grasp and heading into the bedroom.

"I'm not going to play this game, so you might as well tell me what the fuck is bothering you," Brian declared as he followed Justin.

"Maybe I don't want to tell you."

"Fine. Then don't," Brian shrugged.

"Bri," Justin called out as his partner turned to head back toward his computer. Taking a deep breath, while Brian merely turned to stare at him in response, the artist decided it was now or never. "Why did you change our agreement?"

"What agreement?"

"You know which agreement I'm talking about," Justin countered, not in the mood for Brian's bullshit.

"Fine," the ad executive sighed. "I changed it because it was no longer working for us," he offered, wondering what his partner was trying to accomplish.

"Funny, I thought you changed it so you could keep me from fucking other guys."

"And just how did you happen to come up with such an interesting theory, Sunshine?"

"Am I right? Was changing the agreement, agreeing to let me have more control over our sexual activities, just another one of your fucked up ways to control me?" the blond demanded, choosing to ignore Brian's question.

"I see your colorful imagination is hard at work again," Brian coolly observed, not at all pleased by his lover's accusations. "Tell me, Sunshine, did you come up with this ridiculous notion on your own?"

"Emmett came to see me this afternoon," Justin revealed, not offering any additional details.

"Ah," Brian nodded as the pieces began to fit into place. "Let me guess, in attempt to plead on poor pathetic Theodore's behalf, Emile felt it his duty to inform you of the noble and selfless way he tried to save our relationship a few weeks ago."

"Something like that," the blond grimly confirmed.

"I hate to break it to you, Justin, but most of what Emmett informed me, I already knew. Like I told you before, I was on to your tricking from the first. As for you taking control, I admit at first I didn't make the connection, but had you been more forceful in expressing your needs, I'm sure we could have resolved the situation without that moron's interference," Brian stated.

"That still doesn't answer my question about the agreement."

"What's there to answer? Considering the circumstances, it was obvious that we needed to make a few modifications," Brian argued, deciding it best to leave out the blond's accusation about wanting to be in control. "I think the real issue at hand here is Emmett."

"Maybe I don't wish to discuss him."

"Then we won't," Brian declared. He knew Justin had to be hurting over Emmett's betrayal, but felt it best to let him open up when he was ready. Until then, he would give the blond the space he needed to deal with his friend's betrayal.

***

Several hours later, Justin lay awake in bed thinking about Emmett's confession. He was shocked by the way Emmett had betrayed his confidence. It didn't matter that his friend had felt justified in his actions, or that he was merely trying to protect Ted. As far as Justin was concerned, Emmett had broken a promise to him, and by breaking that promise, he broke Justin's trust in him.

He also couldn't believe the way Ted and Emmett had treated him after everything he had done for them. Hell, not only had he pleaded with Councilman Deekins to help with Ted's predicament, he'd tried his best to convince Brian to bring Ted on board. Justin had also referred Emmett's party planning services to a number of his clients. To think that they would repay him by not only betraying his trust but also by looking out for their own selfish interests was a tremendous blow to the artist.

While they had been two of his closest friends, Justin wasn't sure if he could forgive them. Not after the way they had deliberately betrayed his trust. Maybe Brian was right, maybe Ted and Emmett weren't worth it. If this was what he should come to expect from the pair in the future, Justin wasn't sure he was interested in continuing their friendships. The blond's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard the sheet rustle next to him.

"Bri?" the blond looked over to find a pair of hazel eyes staring at him with concern.

"You alright, Jus?" Brian whispered, while he reached with one hand to caress his lover's smooth shoulder.

"Why did they do it?" Justin asked in a voice filled with pain. "Why did they betray me?"

"Because they're selfish assholes, Sunshine."

"I guess I don't understand why. Why, Brian? Why does everyone betray me?"

"Jus," Brian sighed as he saw a tear begin to fall down the blond's cheek. "Come here," he instructed as he pulled his partner into his arms and offered him what comfort he could. "Forget about Fred and Emile, they're not fucking worth it," he whispered as he rubbed the blond's back.
He vowed to make sure Ted and Emmett paid for the savage way they had betrayed Justin's trust. As far as Brian was concerned, his and Justin's relationship with the pair was finished.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 8

2008-01-02T04:42:04Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 8

Monday, April 5th
3:00 a.m.
The Loft

Justin silently crept from the bed and walked softly into the kitchen. Pouring himself a glass of water, he reached for a cigarette and treaded quietly into the living room. It hadn't been an easy week between the Deekins Campaign and school.

With the election less than forty-eight hours away, Justin knew he was in for a hell of a week. He believed Deekins had a strong chance of winning, but he couldn't help but worry that something would happen in the next day to jeopardize his victory. He had worked too hard to see a homophobe like Stockwell win, and wanted to do everything in his power to make sure this didn't happen.

"Can't sleep?"

Justin looked up to see Brian entering the living room.

"No," the blond murmured while Brian sat down on the floor pillows next to him. He could sense the tension in his partner that evening, and hadn't been surprised to wake up and discover the other side of the bed empty.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Are you still upset over that schmuck Theodore?" Brian asked softly.

"I'll get over it."

"You're in for a busy week," Brian observed, realizing this wasn't just about Ted anymore.

"Yep," the blond nodded before taking another drag off his cigarette.

"Just think, in less than forty-eight hours Stockwell won't know what hit him when Deekins is elected Mayor," Brian chuckled. "Vance should never have associated himself with such a stale campaign."

"Bri?" Justin suddenly turned to stare at his lover with great intensity.

"Yeah?"

"What if Deekins doesn't win?"

"I guess we're stuck with an asshole for four years," Brian stated bitterly.

"What about Kinnetik?"

"What about Kinnetik?" Brian repeated. "I imagine it will continue on with business as usual. Win or lose, Sunshine, nothing can take away from what you've accomplished. You came up with a genius ad campaign for Deekins and you stood up to a homophobe. Kinnetik is damn lucky to have you. If by some hand of fate Deekins loses tomorrow night, it won't change the fact that I'm fucking proud of you."

"Brian?"

"You better not be fishing for more compliments," the ad executive warned.

"Will you attend the victory party tomorrow night?"

"I don't know, Jus," Brian hesitated. "You know how I feel about politicians..."

"But it's not just Deekins' victory, Brian. It's our victory against Stockwell and every other breeder out there who hates what we represent. I want you by my side tomorrow night so that we can celebrate our victory together."

"Well when you put it like that, I don't think I have much of a choice in the matter, do I?"

"Nope," the blond grinned.

"I suppose I could wear my new Armani," Brian drawled.

"You're coming then?"

"Do you honestly think I wouldn't?" Brian laughed, before rising from the pillows. "How about we postpone any further discussion of victory parties until tomorrow and get our asses back in bed," he proposed, as he helped the blond up. "The last thing I want to hear in the morning is little Sunshine grumbling that he's too tired to get up."

"Brian!"

"You know it's the truth, now come here," he instructed, before pulling the blond into his arms and giving him a gentle kiss, glad he had been able to put some of Justin's fears to rest.

Noon
Justin's Office
Kinnetik

Justin, Brendan, and Nathan were all seated in Justin's office reviewing some last minute changes to their Deekins strategy. The day had already been hectic with final preparations, meetings, and strategy sessions.

"Justin, we've been over this a thousand times. The ads are all set to run tonight and everything is in place," Nathan groaned.

"I know, I just want everything to be perfect," the blond worried, as he stood up and started pacing his office again.

"Everything will be perfect," Brendan assured. His friend's constant pacing was making him nervous.

"What about..." Justin began to fret over another detail just as Brian entered his office.

"Hello gentlemen," Brian drawled. "How is Kinnetik's genius political advertising team this morning?"

"All I can say is thank God you're here," Brendan laughed. "Your partner is about to wear a hole in the carpet from all of his pacing."

"He's also going to self-destruct if he doesn't stop asking about tonight's primetime spots," Nathan added, giving a conspiratorial wink to Brendan.

"I see," Brian smirked. "And what do you have to say for yourself, Justin?"

"I can't help the fact I want everything to be..."

"Perfect," Nathan and Brendan finished together in unison.

"Uh-huh," Brian nodded. It was obvious he was going to have to step in and relieve some of Justin's nervous energy.

"How about the two of you give me half an hour and I'll see what I can do to calm him," Brian suggested.

"Sounds good," Brendan agreed, having a feeling Brian would know exactly what to do.

***

"Did you have to do that?" Justin demanded as soon as Nathan and Brendan had left.

"Do what?" Brian answered innocently before locking the door and closing the blinds.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the blond demanded in surprise as Brian began shedding his tie and suit jacket.

"Channeling some of your excess adrenaline," Brian announced while yanking off his shirt.

"Now?"

"It would be remiss of me to let such excess energy go to waste."

"And how do you plan on channeling it?"

"Why don't you come here and find out?" Brian purred seductively.

***

"I hope Kinney can help Justin stop worrying," Nathan mused as he walked with Brendan toward his office.

"At least he worries. You and I both know that's why he's so fucking good at what he does," Brendan pointed out. "As for Kinney, I think he'll take care of Justin," he chuckled to himself.

***

"Brian!" Justin cried out as his lover swiftly thrust into him. After being divested of his clothes, the blond had felt himself being pushed back against his desk with his legs hooked around Brian's shoulders. It was obvious that Brian hadn't been kidding when he had stated his intentions to channel his excess adrenaline.

"That's it," Brian growled as he felt Justin's tight hole clench around him in response.

"Oh God!!" the artist panted as he felt Brian's hand reach for his hardened cock.

"Let it all out, Sunshine," Brian encouraged. He was definitely savoring the opportunity to take advantage of his lover's pent up energy.

***

"Hey guys." Cynthia was relieved to see Brendan and Nathan walking toward Brian's office, clearly on the way to their own offices.

"Hey Cynthia. How are you?" Nathan asked.

"At the moment, not very good. Have either of you seen Justin? I just tried calling his office and there was no answer. I think August must be at lunch."

"That's odd," Nathan remarked. "We just left his office a few minutes ago."

"Brian didn't happen to be in there with him by any chance?"

"Actually we left him there with Justin," Brendan replied. "We were hoping he could soothe Justin's nerves. He's a bit high strung at the moment due to the election."

"Well all I can say is thank God you found Brian for me. I better go and tell him that his..."

"Uh, Cynthia," Brendan hesitated.

"Yes, Brendan?"

"That may not be the best of ideas."

"And why is that?" Cynthia asked. Puzzled Nathan also turned and looked at him.

"I think they might be in the middle of something," Brendan blushed.

"Well I can assure you, it's nothing I haven't seen before," she gave the artist a knowing grin before turning to head toward Justin's office.

"What was that all about?" Nathan turned to Brendan.

"Don't ask," Brendan simply shook his head in amusement.

***

"Mmm," Justin sighed in contentment as Brian pulled out of him minutes later. "That was exactly what I needed."

"Somehow I thought you might say that," Brian grinned in satisfaction. "Perhaps now you can attempt to relax a little," he encouraged. "You and I both know that your team has everything under control."

"True," Justin nodded. "I guess I just wanted everything to be perfect."

"Trust me, it's perfect," Brian assured as he grabbed his pants off the floor.

"It better..."

"Christ who can that be?" Brian muttered, hearing a knock on the door.

"It's Cynthia."

"Lovely," Brian frowned as he went to open the door a crack. "If you don't mind, Cyn, we're a bit busy at the moment."

"Well, Brian, if you can spare a moment to get dressed, it might be worth your while to know that your sister Claire is here and she seems quite hysterical. I left her in your office," Cynthia explained.

"Fuck," Brian scowled. "The last thing I need to deal with today is my bitch of a sister."

***

Five minutes later, Brian returned to his office to find his sister frantically pacing and his nephew, John, sitting on the couch playing his Game Boy.

"Claire, this is a surprise," Brian drawled, wondering what his sister wanted this time.

"Brian I need your help," Claire immediately rushed out. "The school just called. Peter broke his arm in gym class and I have to get to the emergency room right away."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I needed someone to watch John for me. Can you look after him?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm working," Brian coolly pointed out.

"Well I don't know what else to do with him."

"Stick him in a locker at the bus station," Brian shrugged; he could care less what his sister did with the kid. "Haven't you ever heard of a sitter?"

"You expect me to find someone at a moment's notice in the middle of the day?" Claire protested.

"Leave him with mom," he suggested.
"Mom's indisposed."

"Is she passed out drunk on the floor again?" Brian laughed. Knowing his mother, that was exactly why she was indisposed.

"Brian, please, I don't have time for this," Claire pleaded.

"How long will you be?"

"I don't know. I'll call as soon as I hear anything. Behave yourself, John," Claire warned her son hurrying out, before Brian could change his mind.

"You still a fag?" John cautiously looked up from his Game Boy.

"Are you still a spawn of Satan?" Brian shot back. He had a feeling he was in for one hell of an afternoon.

Meanwhile
Justin's Office

"Is it safe to come in?" Brendan inquired, while Justin sat at his desk, leafing through a stack of papers.

"Yeah, I promise I'll be calmer," the blond laughed as Brendan and Nathan entered his office.

"Good," Nathan smiled as he looked down to see a picture frame lying on the floor. "Uh, I think this may have fallen accidentally," he reached down to pick the frame up.

"Shit," Justin murmured, as Nathan handed him the frame. He wondered what else might be lying on the floor after his rendezvous with Brian.

"Cute kid," Nathan complimented as he studied the picture of Justin and Gus from the previous Halloween. "Who is he?"

"Gus."

"That's Gus?" Brendan looked over at the picture curiously.

"Yeah. I was the lucky one who got to take him trick or treating last year."

"Somehow I can't see his father degrading himself in such a manner," Brendan jokingly referred to Brian.

"Why do you think I ended up taking him?" Justin laughed. "Actually, his father was out of town last Halloween."

"Are you his uncle or something?" Nathan inquired.

"Something like that," Justin replied as he placed the picture frame back on his desk just as Brian barged into his office looking none too thrilled.

4:30 p.m.
The Loft

After stopping by Justin's office to let him know he was stuck brat-sitting for the remainder of the afternoon, Brian had taken his nephew to lunch at the diner. The kid had been as obnoxious as ever, even to the extent of offending Debbie. With little else to entertain John, Brian decided to bring him back to the loft until Claire called with an update. As far as Brian was concerned, she couldn't call soon enough.

"Look," Brian began as they entered the loft. "I'm not here to entertain you, so make yourself scarce," he advised. "The television is over there if you want to watch it, however don't even think of touching anything else," Brian warned.

***

Leaving John parked in front of the television, Brian decided to head into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he pulled on a pair of jeans, and exited the bathroom carrying a towel. The last thing he expected was to find his nephew standing in front of his bedroom dresser pulling several bills out of his wallet.

"Put it back," Brian angrily snapped his towel at John. "I said put it back in the fucking wallet now," he repeated again after his nephew refused to comply.

"What for?" John protested. "You've got more money than you know what to do with," he declared in a snide tone.

"Who told you that?" Brian demanded with bitterness. "Your mommy?"

"She said you're a selfish son of a bitch who never gave a red cent to anyone in this family."

"Yeah, I wonder why?" Brian laughed sarcastically. "Now hand it over," he coldly instructed.

Instead of handing Brian the money, John chose to shove it into his pocket and take off running across the loft. By now, Brian was more than a little pissed when it came to the brat and immediately took off after him. He wasn't about to let the little shit get away with stealing from him.

"Fucking goddamn faggot!" John shouted in protest as Brian grabbed for the back of his shirt. "You and your faggot friends are going to hell!"

"Who told you that? Granny?" Brian guessed, knowing his mother all too well. He proceeded to reach into his nephew's pocket and retrieve the stolen bills.

"You touched my dick!" John accused in anger, furious that Brian had taken the money from him. He kicked his uncle in the shin before darting across the loft again.

"Ah!" Brian yelped as pain shot through his shin. "You little shit," he thundered before hobbling across the loft towards his nephew.

***

Finally grabbing a hold of John, Brian marched him into the bathroom, determined to teach him a lesson. Forcing John's head into the toilet, Brian kept a firm hold on it as he used his other hand to flush the toilet.

"That will teach you to fuck with faggots," Brian declared, as he pulled John's head out of the toilet.

"You're going to be sorry!" John threatened furiously as Brian hobbled out of the bathroom. "You're going to be so sorry..."

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

"How was brat-sitting?" Justin asked as he entered the loft that evening to find Brian laid up on the sofa with a bottle of Beam next to him.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," Brian grumbled.

"That bad?" the blond winced.

"My nephew is the spawn of Satan."

"Well, from what you've told me about Claire, I can't say I'm surprised," Justin sighed. "Hopefully you won't have to do it again anytime soon."

"I won't be doing it again," Brian stated. "Not after I caught the little shit trying to steal from me."

"He tried to steal from you?" Justin stared at his lover in disbelief. "Christ, how old is the kid?"

"Thirteen. Old enough to know he shouldn't help himself to other people's wallets."

"You can say that again," Justin agreed.

"Enough about the brat," Brian declared, as he stood up from the sofa. "How's Sunshine doing?"

"Hanging in there," the artist grinned.

"Do you still have all that excess energy?"

"I always have excess energy," Justin breathed as he eyed his lover with desire.

"Then how about we see if I can channel some of it," Brian proposed seductively, placing a hand on the small of Justin's back and leading him into their bedroom.

Tuesday, April 6th
Election Day
Noon
Sherbourne Grille

"Justin, I can't thank you and your team enough," Councilman Deekins commented over lunch. He had invited the artist to lunch with him, his wife Barbara, and Bill DuFresne who had flown in from Atlanta to show his support.

"There's no need to thank me," Justin protested. "It was an honor to work for both you and your campaign. Knowing the type of values Chief Stockwell possesses, it's been a breath of fresh air to be around you."

"Well, I'm just glad you came to me in the first place, Son. I remember telling Barbara that this kid has guts, didn't I?" Deekins turned to his wife.

"That you did, Marvin, and that's why I encouraged him to give you a try," Mrs. Deekins smiled at Justin.

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Justin laughed.

"You've truly been an inspiration, Justin," Deekins confessed. "You understand adversity, and have accomplished so much at such a young age. I think you've got one hell of a future in front of you."

"You too, Marvin. This time tomorrow, you'll be well on your way to being Pittsburgh's newest mayor," Justin noted.

"And what an amazing sight that will be," Bill DuFresne added. "Speaking of tomorrow, I definitely want to meet with you and your team," he indicated to Justin. "After everything you've done for Marvin, I'd be a fool to pass up your services."

"We had best set something up then," Justin smiled, pleased with the idea. At times like this, it was hard to imagine Kinnetik being anything less than an absolute success.

6:30 p.m.
The Loft

Following a meeting with his Liberty Air team, Brian decided to stop at the loft for a quick shower and a change before heading over to the Sherbourne Hotel for Deekins' victory celebration. He was anxious to celebrate Justin's achievement with him and had even reserved a suite so they could continue their celebration after the party.

"Brian Kinney?" Brian stepped out of the elevator to find a police officer standing in front of his door.

"Yes?"

"I'm Officer Hanley, Pittsburgh Police. You need to come to headquarters with me Mr. Kinney."

"Excuse me?" Brian stared at the officer in shock

"I said you need to come to headquarters with me, Mr. Kinney," Officer Hanley repeated as Brian was filled with a sense of foreboding. If this had anything to do with his nephew, he was going to kill Claire.

9:30 p.m.
Sherbourne Hotel

"I think they're going to call the election soon," Brendan predicted as more polling precincts were announced in favor of Deekins.

"I can't believe how close we are to actually winning this thing," Justin shook his head in amazement.

"Who would ever have imagined three kids could pull off such an unbelievable advertising coup," Nathan laughed, as Jennifer Taylor approached the group.

"Hi Mom," Justin walked up to his mother and gave her a kiss. "I'm glad you made it."

"You know I wouldn't miss this for the world," Jennifer smiled. Both she and Royce had been active participants in the Deekins campaign. "Unfortunately, Royce isn't sure if he'll be able to make it. Just as we were leaving he got tied up with a client emergency," she explained.

"Speaking of not being able to make it, I wonder where Brian is?" Justin mused as he scanned the hotel ballroom.

"Was he supposed to meet you here, honey?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sure he'll be here soon, Justin," Jennifer assured, as she wondered why her son's partner was absent from such an important occasion.

"Well, in the meantime, why don't I introduce you to few people," Justin offered, not wanting to dwell on Brian's absence.

10:00 p.m.
Outside the Pittsburgh Police Station

"Unfucking believable," Brian muttered in disbelief as he exited the police station with Royce several hours later. After being escorted there, he had been questioned for over two hours regarding allegations his nephew had made that he had sexually abused him. Fortunately, he had been able to reach Royce, who had ended up being an absolute godsend.

"Your nephew is not going to get away with this," Royce attempted to assure Brian. "There's no way in hell I'm going to stand by and let him take advantage of the system like this."

"You can try all you like, Royce, but that doesn't change the fact it's his word against mine. Let's face it, who are they going to listen to, a kid or a fag?"

"Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're automatically guilty of anything," Royce protested.

"Listen up, Royce. Are you listening? They're heterosexuals. They think all us perverts are after only one thing; to get our hands on some sweet piece of little boy meat," Brian declared with revulsion.
"It doesn't change the fact that you're innocent, Brian, and that's why I'm going to do everything in my power to get you out of this mess," the attorney promised.

"Yeah, well, now thanks to the little shit I have to use the money I've been spending on my Botox treatments to hire you."

"Keep your money, Brian. You're family."

"Look Martin, I thought we'd been over this before. I don't..."

"Accept charity," Royce finished. "That's why in exchange you'll come up with a knock 'em dead ad campaign for my firm. Deal?"

"Deal," Brian sighed.

"Now in the meantime, I would suggest you head home and get some sleep. You've had quite an ordeal this evening, and I'm sure Justin will understand your absence from the party," Royce advised. "And don't worry, I won't say a thing to Jennifer for now. I would imagine you would like to discuss things with Justin first."

"Thanks," Brian murmured, not at all looking forward to telling Justin what had happened. However, before he told the blond anything, there were two other people he needed to deal with first.

Meanwhile
Sherbourne Hotel

Minutes earlier, Deekins had been declared Pittsburgh's mayor elect. Justin, Brendan, and Nathan had been ecstatic over the announcement and were eagerly awaiting Deekins' victory speech.

"You boys certainly outdid yourselves once again," Jake Connolly commended as he approached the group. "However, I wouldn't expect any less when it comes to Kinnetik's dream team," he smiled.

"Thanks, Jake. This has been quite a campaign. Lucky for us, we won't be needing to worry about Stockwell any longer."

"Tell me about it. Sean is going to be thrilled when I tell him that Marvin won. Speaking of Sean, he and Baz are due home in a few weeks," Jake announced. "My son has informed me that they'll be spending the summer here. Apparently Baz hates the summer tourist season in London."

"I'm sure you'll be keeping them busy. Brian and I will have dinner with them one night," Justin commented.

"They'll like that," Jake nodded, pleased that after everything that had happened between Sean and Justin, there were no longer any hard feelings between Sean and Brian. "Speaking of Brian, where is he tonight?"

"He uh," the blond hesitated uncomfortably, "got tied up with a client."

"That's too bad. He should be here."

"Yeah, but you know how it is," the blond shrugged casually, secretly wondering what the hell had happened to his partner. Little did Jake know, Justin had no idea as to Brian's whereabouts. He had tried him on his cell, at the loft, and even at the office. Yet each time he had received no response.

11:00 p.m.
Claire's House

Furious beyond belief, Brian pulled his BMW to a screeching halt in front of his sister's house. Stalking up the steps, Brian pounded on Claire's door, not about to leave until he had a few words with his bitch sister and lying nephew.

"Open the door," Brian thundered, as his sister opened the door and quickly attempted to slam it in her brother's face.

"Go away or I'll call the police, you son of a bitch," Claire threatened.

"I said open the fucking door," Brian repeated in an icy voice before forcing his way into Claire's foyer. "Where is he?" he demanded, searching the area for his nephew.

"Get out of here Brian!" Claire ordered angrily.

"John!" Brian yelled, his eyes darting toward the top of the stairs. "Get your ass down here you little fuck!"

"Do you think I'm going to let you go near him you sick pervert?" Claire demanded in sheer disdain.

"You think I actually molested your son?" Brian stared at his sister in amazement. "You know, maybe if you had asked me before you called the cops..."

"Why should I?" Claire interrupted. "And why would he make it up?"

"Because your kid is a twisted fag-hating liar, Claire. That's why. Who did he learn it from?" Brian demanded as he turned to see his mother standing in the living room. "Oh, and a mom stage left," he scoffed as he stormed into the room.

"You have a hell of a nerve showing your face here," Joan Kinney stared at her son in revulsion.

"Nice to see you too. What don't I get a kiss?" Brian questioned sarcastically, causing his mother to back away from him.

"Stay away from me," Joan ordered.

"Don't worry. You're not my type."

"God only knows what permanent damage you've done to him," Claire accused.

"You ought to be locked up and put away," Brian's mother stated frigidly.

"Thanks old sport," Brian rolled his eyes. "Have another one," he invited, flicking a finger at the drink glass she was holding.

"If I have anything to say about it you will be locked up," Claire declared.

"How could you?" Joan turned towards her son.

"How could I what? Make little Johnny suck my dick?" Brian questioned innocently. "I'm going to find you, you little sack of shit," he yelled in a threatening voice, hoping his nephew could hear. "And this time you won't be coming up for air."

"Did you hear that, Mother? He just threatened him. I'm calling the police," Claire decided.

"Go ahead, Sis," Brian offered. "Tell them I'm a depraved monster and godless fag. Right mom?"

"If you think you're getting a reaction from me, you're not. However, I will say from knowing the kind of life you live, the type of people you associate with, I'm not surprised. It's what happens when you turn your back on the Lord," Joan proclaimed.

"Fuck the Lord and fuck you..." Brian whispered before turning and fleeing his sister's house. He didn't think he could stand another minute in their presence.

11:30 p.m.
Sherbourne Hotel

After Deekins' victory speech, Justin decided he could use a break from all of the revelers, and headed to the hotel bar for a smoke. He couldn't believe that after Brian had promised him he would be there, his partner hadn't even bothered to show up. While part of Justin was genuinely worried when it came to Brian's disappearance, another part couldn't help but have a few ideas as to his whereabouts.

"I thought I might find you here," Brendan observed, as he came to sit beside his friend at the bar.

"And why is that?"

"Perhaps because a certain someone is conspicuously absent?" Brendan offered gently.

"I told you, he's tied up with a client," Justin protested.

"Then why do you keep looking at your watch and checking your voicemail?"

"Alright," Justin conceded. "I don't know where Brian is. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, it's not like this is the first time this has happened."

"It probably won't be the last for that matter either," Brendan frowned. He hated watching Brian continually put Justin through this. "However, that doesn't mean you should be sitting here, brooding over the asshole. If you hadn't noticed, there's a massive victory celebration underway, and it's one that you should be a part of. So, how about you come back to the ballroom with me, and we celebrate the fruits of our labors."

"When you put it like that, it's hard to say no," Justin smiled at his friend. Brendan was right, he shouldn't let Brian ruin his victory. For now he would focus on the celebration, and save Brian for later.

The Following Morning
7:30 a.m.
The Loft

Returning home in the early hours of the morning, Justin hadn't been surprised to find the loft empty. Deciding it best to wait up for Brian, Justin had eventually fallen asleep on the couch. Now, as the morning light filtered its way through the loft, the blond stood up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Glancing sleepily toward the bedroom, he was surprised to find the bed empty.

"Shit," Justin whispered, as he felt a sense of panic consume his insides. Reaching for the phone, he quickly dialed Michael's apartment.

"Hello?" Michael answered.

"Michael it's Justin."

"Oh, hi, Justin. What's up?"

"Is Brian there?" the blond rushed out.

"Brian? No, what's wrong?"

"He didn't come home last night. He was supposed to meet me at Deekins' victory celebration and he never showed up," Justin explained in a frantic voice.

"Shit."

"I don't know what I should do."

"Maybe he's at the office?" Michael suggested, trying to mask his own worry. He could tell Justin was worried enough for both of them.

"I think he had an early morning meeting scheduled for Brown Athletics. Maybe I should head over to Kinnetik," the blond decided. At least this way, he could check to see what was on Brian's schedule for the day.

"If you can't locate him, let me know, and I'll drop by to help you," Michael offered.

"Thanks, Michael. You're a lifesaver," Justin said before hanging up and heading into the bathroom.

***

After a quick shower, Justin headed into the bedroom and dressed for the office. Walking over to the dresser, he reached for the bracelet Brian had given him for his birthday only to find it conspicuously absent.

"What the fuck?" the artist murmured to himself. He anxiously searched around the dresser with no success.

Just as he was about to walk into the kitchen, Justin heard the key turn in the lock, and his eyes immediately darted toward the door. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised to see Brian enter the loft with his suit from the previous day rumpled, his eyes bloodshot, his face with the beginnings of a beard, and his hair thoroughly tousled. However, it didn't stop him from immediately jumping to conclusions regarding his partner's disappearance.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Justin demanded angrily, as he stalked up to Brian. "Christ," the blond muttered in disgust as his nostrils picked up on an unmistakable smell. "You fucking reek like a goddamn bathhouse."

"I need to take a shower," Brian stated in a quiet voice, hating for Justin to see him like this.

"You're damn right you do," Justin agreed furiously.

"Afterward, I need to talk to you," Brian whispered.

"What makes you think I want to hear what you have to say?"

"Please."

"Fine. Just get your ass in the shower," the blond angrily instructed.

***

As Brian felt the warm water cascade over his body, he couldn't help but think back to the night before. After hearing the disgust in his sister's voice on top of his nephew's lies, and his mother's venom, he had found himself falling easily back into his old vices. Unable to cope, he had ended up at the baths where he had proceeded to do what he did best by drowning himself in the ultimate of pain management binges. Soon all thoughts of his hateful family had fled his mind, and in its place, was the pleasure that could only be brought on by drugs and sex. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Brian even considered what he had done to Justin, but even that hadn't been enough to drag him out of the deep recesses of his pain management.

Now he was faced with the task of telling his lover what had happened. He knew Justin would be pissed as hell when it came to missing the victory celebration in addition to his all night binge at the baths, but he hoped that he would somehow understand.

***

"Here," Justin handed Brian a cup of coffee as he came into the kitchen freshly showered and shaven, wearing his royal blue silk robe.

"Thanks," Brian grimaced.

"Look, I'm not really sure what you want to discuss or what I'm even supposed to say, so why don't you just get on with it," the blond advised.

"Come into the living room with me," Brian instructed.

"Fine," Justin sighed, following his partner into the living room and taking a seat on the sofa.

"I know that you're pissed," Brian began, as he came to kneel in front of the blond. "However, I have something important to tell you," he explained, reaching for his lover's hands. "I think Kinnetik is going to be in danger."

"What?" Justin repeated in shock. This was the last thing he anticipated hearing from Brian.

"Last night I came home to find a police officer waiting here for me. It appears that my little shit of a nephew has accused me of molesting him," Brian revealed in a frustrated voice.

"Oh my God," Justin breathed.

"I ended up having to go down to the police station to answer some questions. Fortunately, I was able to get a hold of Royce and he met me there."

"Fuck."

"I tried to explain that he was only making these accusations because I caught him stealing from me, but somehow I doubt they'll believe me," Brian continued. "Royce has agreed to represent me, but who knows if it will be enough in beating this thing."

"Why didn't you call me last night?" Justin questioned.

"Because all I could think about was confronting my bitch of a sister and her bastard son."

"Tell me you didn't?"

"I did, and to make matters worse Joan happened to be there. Like my sister she seems to think I'd be capable of molesting a child."

"I don't fucking believe this," Justin shook his head in disbelief. "Don't they realize you would never do anything as sick and twisted as that? Don't they realize your nephew is a fucked-up fag-hating asshole?"

"Obviously not," Brian grimaced.

"Well, there's no way in hell they're going to get away with this," Justin declared.

"Jus, I honestly don't think there is anything we can do," Brian argued.

"There has to be something," Justin protested as he stood up from the sofa and began pacing the living room. He no longer cared when it came to Brian's activities the night before, all he cared about was protecting the man he loved.

"It's his word against mine. All I have to go on is the fact that he tried to steal from me..."

"Brian?" the blond suddenly interrupted.

"What?"

"Do you think it's possible he took more than just money?"

"I suppose anything is possible. He was alone here while I was in the shower. What makes you think he may have taken more than just money?"

"I can't find my bracelet," Justin revealed.

"That fucking little shit," Brian fumed. It was one thing for his nephew to attempt stealing from him, it was another for him to actually steal from Justin. "When I get my hands..."

"I think we need to call Royce," Justin cut his partner off. If John had taken the bracelet, perhaps it would be enough to give them the ammunition they needed to prove that Brian's nephew was lying.

Thursday
3:30 p.m.
Claire's Home

Convinced John had stolen his bracelet, Justin had agreed to confront Brian's nephew and sister with Royce and Detective Horvath. Horvath had felt a confrontation might be the simplest way to resolve John's false accusations and put this ugly matter behind Brian once and for all.

"Ms. Kinney?"

"Yes?" Claire opened her front door to find the three men standing on her doorstep.

"I'm Detective Carl Horvath with the Pittsburgh Police Department. I wondered if I might have a moment of your time?" Horvath requested.

"Uh, sure," Claire responded as the men followed her into the house and into the living room.

"I'm Royce Martin and this is my client, Justin Taylor," Royce introduced as Justin merely eyed Brian's sister.

"What can I help you with?"

"We'd like to have a word with your son regarding the accusations he's made against his uncle. There are a few matters that have come to my attention that I'd like to clear up if that's alright."

"I don't see that being a problem. Hopefully whatever it is, will help put my monster of a brother behind bars where he belongs."

***

A few minutes later, John arrived home from school to find his mother waiting for him in the living room with Horvath, Justin and Royce.

"What's up?" he inquired.

"How about you telling us?" Justin suggested, trying his best to restrain his anger.

"Let me handle this, Justin," Horvath advised. "I'm Detective Carl Horvath Pittsburgh P.D. I understand you made some allegations recently concerning your uncle, Brian Kinney."

"He made me do things to him," John stated.

"That's a pretty serious charge, Son, if it's true," Horvath remarked.

"I'm not lying."

"He said you made it up because he found you stealing money from his wallet," Royce indicated.

"He's a liar," Brian's nephew protested.

"You also took some type of ID bracelet," Carl added.

"I don't have any stupid bracelet," John objected.

"John is that the bracelet you had on at breakfast yesterday morning?" Claire questioned her son.

"Mom, will you shut up.

"Well, you said you got it at the mall," Claire huffed.

"I bought it with my allowance at that place across from the pet shop."

"Let me see the bracelet, Son," Horvath requested.

"I don't have it."

"Where is it then?" Royce interrogated.

"I lost it," John responded.

"Show it to him," Claire ordered.

"I told you, I don't have it," John repeated.

"I want the truth, John," Claire demanded. She was beginning to wonder if her son was telling the truth when it came to her brother. "Did Brian really do what you said he did?"
"He's a fag, a goddamn fag."

"That doesn't answer my question, John," Claire stated.

"Nor does it explain what happened to the bracelet Detective Horvath asked you about," Justin added.

"Who the fuck are you?" John demanded.

"The person you stole the bracelet from," Justin revealed.

"I didn't steal the bracelet from you," John protested in confusion. "I took it from Brian's...."

"So, you did steal it?" Claire turned to her son in anger.

"I..."

"It would appear your son stole the bracelet from my client," Royce interjected. "I don't think when John took the bracelet he realized that his uncle was not the only person who resided in the loft."

"You live with Brian?" Claire stared at Justin in shock.

"Yep," the blond confirmed. "And if your son doesn't return my bracelet to me this instant, I can assure you that I'll be pressing charges."

"Shit..." John whispered in fear.

"Can I assume the story you made up about Brian is also a lie?" Claire glared at her son.

"He's a fag," John tried to defend himself.

"That hardly makes him a child molester. Now I would suggest you hand over my bracelet," Justin advised.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I don't have it anymore," John explained.

"Where is it?" Horvath inquired.

"I uh, pawned it."

"You pawned it?" Claire stared at her son in disbelief.

"Well, uh..."

"Just how much is this bracelet worth?"

"Roughly $600," Justin responded.

"Fuck, that bastard at the pawn shop only gave me $200."

"Go to your room," Claire ordered her son in disgust. She couldn't believe the mess her son had gotten her into.

***

"Look, I'm sorry that John made up that story about Brian," Claire attempted to apologize to Justin for her son's behavior.

"Save your apologies for Brian," Justin stared at his partner's sister disgustedly.

"As for the bracelet, is it really necessary to press charges?"

"That's up to Justin," Horvath indicated.

"The bracelet was a gift from your brother, and is of great value to me," Justin stated. "However, if it can be recovered from the pawnbroker your son used, I might be inclined to put this ugly matter behind us."

"Oh, thank you," Claire sighed in relief.

"In return," Justin continued. "I don't want you or your fucking kid in our home again, or near Brian for that matter. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Claire nodded.

"As for your son, it's obvious your parenting skills leave much to be desired. All I can say is shame on you for raising such a hateful child," Justin shook his head in revulsion before turning to leave with Royce and Horvath following close behind. After witnessing first hand what a despicable creature Claire was, it was no wonder Brian had as many personal demons as he did.

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

Brian sat on the living room floor fingering the Tiffany bracelet he retrieved from the pawnshop earlier that evening. Unfortunately, Justin hadn't been able to accompany him, due to an exam he had that night.

While a part of him was relieved that this whole ordeal was over, it didn't stop the feelings of anger and betrayal he felt towards his mother and sister. He knew better than to expect more from them, after all, they always seemed to believe the worst. Yet it never stopped them from leeching off him when they needed something. In a way, they were no different than Melanie and Lindsay or Emmett and Ted. Always begging him for help, but at the same time, always the first ones to cast stones, regardless of their own shortcomings.

Sometimes Brian wondered how he had ended up with someone like Justin, someone who regardless of what everyone else thought, believed in him. No matter what the situation, Justin was always there, right by his side, fighting for him like a lion protecting its cub. At times Brian wanted to tell his blond that he was crazy for believing in him; that he should be like the others and take pleasure in all of his shortcomings. However, Justin wasn't like the others, and maybe deep down, that's why Brian cared for and respected the artist in a way he would never care about others. As long as Justin believed in him, Brian knew that when it came down to it, only his opinion truly mattered.

"Hey,"

"Hey," Brian turned his attention away from the bracelet he was holding to see Justin enter the loft.

"You alright?" the blond inquired.

"Yeah," Brian nodded. "Why don't you come here," he invited, as the blond shed his coat and set down his messenger bag.

"What's up?" Justin asked, taking a seat on the pillows next to Brian.

"I believe this belongs to you," Brian remarked as he held up the bracelet for Justin to see.

"You found it?" Justin sighed in relief.

"Yep."

"Thank God. I was so worried that it would be too..."

"Shh," Brian admonished, laying a finger against Justin's lips, while reaching with his other hand for his partner's wrist. "Still a perfect fit," he observed as he gently put the bracelet back on Justin's wrist.

"Always," Justin tenderly smiled in response.

"Thank you," Brian breathed in a tight voice, before pulling Justin into a fierce hug, grateful beyond words that Justin had been there for him once again.

"You're welcome," Justin whispered back, relieved that everything was going to work itself out.

Meanwhile, as Brian sat there, holding his blond in his arms, cherishing his presence in his life, he realized that maybe it was time he did something to show Justin just how much he was appreciated. Maybe Ibiza wasn't such a bad idea after all? Maybe it was exactly what they needed. It no longer mattered what his intentions had been when he had suggested the trip, all that mattered were his intentions now, and to show Justin how much he meant to him. Because when all was said and done, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, Justin was everything.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 7

2008-01-02T04:40:16Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 7

Monday, March 29th
9:30 p.m.
Woody's

Justin decided to drop by Woody's after class since Brian was tied up with a dinner meeting. As he sat at the bar, he couldn't shake the feeling that had been nagging him ever since his return from Los Angeles. He suspected that something wasn't quite right when it came to Brian's vacation promise, even if he wasn't sure why he was having these doubts. He could tell from the distant way Brian had been acting over the past few days that something was indeed wrong.

The artist again wondered if it was possible that Brian knew about his tricking, but if he did, and had a problem with it, wouldn't he confront him with it? The man wasn't one to bullshit, especially when he was irritated.

Just the thought of his recent tricking made Justin cringe. On the flight home from Los Angeles, he had thought long and hard about his recent behavior, and had come to realize how foolish he had been for taking Emmett's advice. He knew that what he should have done was to openly confront Brian, instead of acting like an immature ass and satisfying his needs elsewhere. Now that they were back from their trip, it was time they had an open and honest conversation. Justin dreaded broaching the subject, but knew he had no other choice, especially since he had come to realize that for him, tricking wasn't providing a solution.

"Hey Goldilocks," Justin's thoughts were interrupted as he looked over to see Cody pull up a chair next to his.

"I thought I told you my name was..."

"Justin," the waiter finished with a grin. "Care to buy me a drink?"

"Only if you call me Justin from now on."

"Sure, why not?" Cody shrugged.

***

"Your hair is starting to grow back," Cody observed as the bartender set a Beck's in front of him.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, and while we're on the subject," Cody hesitated for moment. "I wanted to say that I hope my blond comments weren't responsible for making you cut your hair," he confessed.

"Trust me, they're not," Justin grimaced.

"I realize I may have been a little insensitive with the blond cracks, but you have to admit, you have some kick-ass blond hair."

"Uh, thanks," Justin gave the waiter a puzzled stare. It seemed odd to hear Cody compliment him after the barrage of blond insults.

"Anyway, I wanted you to know that I'm sorry I was an ass."

"Look, you don't have to apologize," Justin objected. "While I did find your wisecracks annoying, they weren't the reason I cut my hair."

"Then why did you?" the waiter questioned curiously.

"Maybe I was sick of people viewing me as some kid," Justin wearily stated. "Perhaps I was sick of being the rebellious artist and wanted people to see me as the businessman I've become."

"So, you're a partner in Pittsburgh's hottest ad agency, who said anything about having to erase the rebellious artist from your life?" Cody argued. "You know, Justin, I've heard a few stories when it comes to some of your exploits. It would be a shame to see you turn into a stiff suit, or another Brian Kinney for that matter. No offense, but aside from the fact he's Pittsburgh's hottest fuck, I haven't a clue as to what you see in the bastard."

"You wouldn't understand."

"True, but I do understand this. As hard as you try, the rebellious artist will always be a part of you. Perhaps instead of trying to deny who you really are, you should try embracing it."

"And how do I do that?" Justin queried, intrigued by Cody's suggestion.

"This might be a start," the waiter proposed, pulling a picture out of his wallet. "What do you think of this hairstyle?" he asked, handing the picture to Justin.

"It's not bad," the blond shrugged as he studied the style shown in the picture. While it was shorn in the back and on the sides, it was long and spiky in the front.

"I think it combines both the businessman and the rebellious artist," Cody indicated.

"Perhaps you're on to something," Justin murmured. However, there were currently more important things he needed to deal with at the moment, things such as his relationship with Brian.

11:00 p.m.
The Loft

Arriving home from his dinner meeting with Scott Matthews, Brian stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette. He thought back to the promise that had been made his last night in Hollywood. He wondered what had possessed him to come up with the lame-ass pretext of missing Justin as his reason for going to L.A. He was Brian Kinney for fuck's sake, and Brian Kinney wasn't one to shirk the truth... For whatever reason, instead of confronting Justin with the truth, he had acted like a damn coward and taken the easy way out by lying.

What was it about the artist that made him back away from the truth? What was it that made him come up with the foolish idea of going to Ibiza? A vacation in paradise with the hottest guys in the world was the last thing they needed right now. What they needed was the truth. The more Brian thought about it, the more he was reminded of a time almost three years ago, in which he had lied to Justin. It hadn't been a spoken lie, not like his current one, but it had been a lie all the same. He had lied by denying his true feelings, and he had paid dearly for it. Yet here he was in the same place, with the same predicament. Again, he was hiding his true feelings all because he cared more than he was willing to admit. All because when it came to Justin, he sometimes found it easier to take the coward's way out. Only this time, instead of pushing the blond away, he was desperately trying to hold onto him.

Wednesday, March 31st
4:00 p.m.
Brian's Office
Kinnetik

"Brian?"

"What's up, Cyn?" the ad executive looked up from the proposal he was studying to see Cynthia standing in his doorway.

"A Mr. Honeycutt is here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment, but he says it's urgent that he speak to you."

"Wonderful," Brian murmured in a sarcastic voice. "God only knows what he wants this time. You might as well send him in," he frowned, not in the mood to deal with Emmett.

***

"Emile, so good of you to drop by uninvited," Brian drawled as Emmett entered his office. "Just because your pathetic hubby works here, doesn't mean it's open season for you to drop by for a friendly visit."

"Who said this was a friendly visit?" Emmett countered.

"Then what the fuck is it?"

"How about we call it an informative visit?" Emmett proposed.

"Well, informative or not, I don't have all day, Emile, so I suggest you get on with it," Brian said as Emmett took a seat on the couch.

"I'm not really sure how one goes about saying this, but it's come to my attention that my lover was a complete jackass the other day," Emmett began. "While Teddy did overhear a rather shocking piece of gossip, it was no excuse for him to act in the manner he did. It was petty, insensitive, an invasion of your privacy..."

"It was also completely uncalled for," Brian interrupted.

"Well, you can rest assured I told him that. While I can see how Teddy may have been eager to seek retribution for the grudge he's been holding against you for your treatment of him after his arrest, it does not excuse what he did."

"You're damn right it doesn't."

"I also made it clear to him that he was damn lucky to be working at Kinnetik, and that he should put these bad feelings behind him. You could, after all, have refused to hire him," Emmett pointed out.

"I could have," Brian agreed. "But for whatever reason I didn't."

"And that's why I've come to apologize for Ted's appalling behavior. Teddy would do it himself, but he's too much of a..."

"Schmuck?" Brian offered.

"I was going to say coward."

"Well, coward or not, who says there's anything to forgive? As far as I'm concerned, it's over and done with."

"Don't bullshit me." Emmett didn't buy Brian's nonchalant manner for a second. "You can sit here all you want and act as if Ted's behavior no longer means a damn thing to you, but I know the truth, Brian. I know you a hell of a lot better than you think, and I know that deep down Teddy's comments stung, and that hasn't gone away."

"If that's what you choose to believe, Emile," Brian gave a casual shrug. "Although you might want to advise Theodore that in the future he should avoid biting that hand that feeds him."

"Oh, you can be sure I'll warn him," Emmett huffed, still infuriated with his partner.

"Is that all?" Brian questioned, eager for Emmett to leave his office so he could forget about Theodore's distasteful revelation.

"No, it's not," Emmett indicated.

"Well, if you're going to sit here and drone on about Theodore, I would suggest you save it for another time. I'm not interested at the moment."

"But you're interested in Justin, aren't you?" Emmett questioned.

"What about Justin?" Brian asked, standing up from his desk.

"After Teddy's betrayal, I thought it might be a good time for me to fill you in on a few things about Sunshine."

"What things?" Brian demanded, wondering what Emmett was getting at.

"Perhaps the reason he's been tricking since his trip to London," Emmett responded.

"Christ, is any of our business private these days?" Brian muttered in disbelief. If Emmett knew about the tricking, God only knew who else did.

"I can assure you that what I know has been kept in the strictest confidence. No one, and I mean no one except for Justin, knows what I'm about to tell you," Emmett explained as Brian walked over to his drink cart and poured himself a scotch. He had a feeling he was going to need one.

***

"So, you mean to tell me that all this tricking nonsense over the past few months is because I've been refusing to bottom for him?" Brian stared at Emmett in disbelief minutes later.

"That would appear to be the case," Emmett sighed.

"May I ask why the fuck you're sharing this with me now?"

"I had a hunch that after Ted's revelation you might jump to the wrong conclusion about Justin's intentions. Although with the way you were going at it while Justin was in Atlanta, I had my suspicions that you were already aware of the tricking."

"I see."

"You were aware of it, weren't you?"

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, but yes, I've been aware of it since the first."

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You are the expert when it comes to tricking. Although, I have to admit, I'm somewhat surprised by your reaction to it. If I didn't know better, I would almost think it bothers you."

"I hate to break it to you, Emile, but it doesn't. Only pathetic queers like you and Fred believe in monogamy. If Justin wants to get his needs met elsewhere it's fine by me."

"That's what I thought you would say. It's also why I advised him to trick. I told him that if you were being a selfish prick that there was no reason why he shouldn't fulfill his needs elsewhere, especially since you place no value on monogamy."

"It's amazing what my friends know about me," Brian remarked incredulously. "What else did you enlighten poor Sunshine with?"

"Only the fact that he was wasting his time wishing you would become monogamous."

"Well, with friends like you singing my praises it's no wonder he started tricking," Brian retorted. He couldn't believe Emmett had filled Justin's head with such ridiculous notions. Even if some of it were true, it wasn't Emmett's place to butt in where he wasn't wanted or needed.

"Well, with a controlling asshole for a partner what else was he supposed to do?" Emmett shot back.

"He could have tried talking to me, instead of involving you in our problems. Tell me, Emile, did it ever occur to you that instead of encouraging him to trick you could have encouraged him to open up to me? Or did that thought simply slip your mind?"

"Bri..." Emmett protested.

"You have a lot of nerve coming here Honeycutt. A lot of nerve."

"In trying to do you a favor?"

"I hardly call this a favor. If you had wanted to do me a favor, you could have come into my office this past February and told me what you told me today. Instead you had to plead for me to hire that piece of shit you call a partner. Yet somehow, I'm the one who's selfish. Not this time, Emile. You're the one who's selfish, you and that son of a bitch Theodore. As for my relationship with Justin, you don't know the first thing when it comes to our relationship. So, instead filling his head with bullshit, why don't you do something constructive and in the future, advise him to communicate with his partner. Now, I suggest you do yourself a favor and get the hell out of my office."

"Gladly," Emmett muttered. It was obvious there was no reasoning with Brian.

"Oh and Emile, you better tell Fred to start looking for a new place of employment. I have a feeling that Justin is going to be none too happy when he learns how his supposed friend betrayed him..."

***

"Unfucking believable," Brian muttered to himself once Emmett had left. He couldn't believe how he hadn't seen the reason for Justin's tricking sooner. It had been staring him in the face the entire time, but he'd been too stubborn to see it. To think he had wasted all of his energy worrying that Justin was bottoming for other guys when the whole time he'd been topping them.

He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or furious with Justin. On one hand he was glad to know the reason for Justin's tricking, on the other, he was angered that the blond had taken Emmett's silly advice instead of forcing him to discuss the issue. While Brian knew Justin had attempted to broach the subject on a few occasions, he knew Justin, and knew that if the blond really wanted something, he wouldn't have stopped until he was satisfied. The fact that he had given up so easily bothered Brian. It wasn't like Justin to throw the towel in. He was a fighter pure and simple.

Another thing that irritated Brian was Emmett's involvement in this whole ridiculous mess. He could forgive Justin for confiding in his friend, but what he couldn't forgive was the reckless way Emmett had handled the situation. Instead of using common sense and encouraging Justin to come to him with his needs, Emmett had done what all the other family members were famous for by pointing out all of his shortcomings. The thought that Emmett had begged him to help Ted while he had possessed knowledge that could have greatly assisted him in his relationship with Justin infuriated Brian.

As far as Brian was concerned, Ted and Emmett were pathetic excuses for friends. They weren't worth his effort if this was the type of treatment he could expect in return. As for Justin, there was no predicting how the blond would react once he learned of Ted's betrayal. All Brian knew was that it was going to hurt like hell for the artist to learn how his friend had betrayed him.

Midnight
The Loft

"God that feels good," Justin purred as Brian lapped at the precum glistening on the tip of his hardened cock.

"Like that?" Brian looked up to give his partner a knowing grin.

"Yes!" the blond panted as his partner's lips continued their assault on his shaft.

"I can make you like it even more," Brian breathed.

"You can?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded and reached for a condom.

"Brian?" Justin stared at his lover in shock as Brian handed him the condom.

"Take it."

"But," the blond began to protest in confusion.

"Take it, Justin," Brian instructed.

"Are you sure?" hesitant blue eyes looked up into determined hazel ones.

"Why else would I be handing you the condom? Now hurry up before I change my mind."

***

Minutes later, Brian felt his body clenching in response to the feeling of Justin's heated cock buried deep inside of him. He moaned, as his lover continued to tease him by slowly thrusting in and out in an attempt to savor each and every sensation. Brian knew now that no matter what his fears and insecurities were, it had been wrong to deny Justin this. Had he been thinking clearly instead of allowing his fears to run rampant through his mind, he would have realized that keeping Justin happy was a hell of a lot more important than his own selfish insecurities. Besides, there were some benefits to being an occasional bottom, especially when one had a partner as skilled and solicitous as Justin. However, there was no way in hell Brian would admit this. He couldn't have Justin resting on his laurels. For now Brian would simply lie back and succumb to the fierce pleasures his lover was arousing, relieved that at least for now it appeared as if things would work themselves out.

***

"Satisfied?" Brian whispered as he laid back against the pillows, cradling Justin in his arms once they had finished.

"Yes," the blond sighed contentedly as he snuggled deeper into Brian's arms.

"Good. Now I expect the next time you have the sudden urge to top you let me know instead of sating your needs in some worthless trick," Brian offhandedly advised.

"What did you just say?" Justin suddenly sat up to stare at his partner in shock.

"The game's up, Sunshine. I'm on to you," Brian revealed.

"But... how? Why? Since when?" the blond stammered in confusion.

"Since London. You never were much of a liar."

"Brian, I can explain... I..."

"There's no need to explain," Brian shrugged. "You were following our agreement."

"But, I..." Justin began to protest

"Don't, Sunshine," Brian cut him off.

"I'm sorry," the blond raked a hand across his head. He was stunned that Brian had known since the first. "Why the fuck am I apologizing?" he suddenly wondered aloud.

"Perhaps because you should have come to me?" Brian stated, trying to conceal his bitterness. "Didn't you promise me that you would tell me if you weren't getting your needs met?"

"I did come to you," Justin objected. "On several occasions," he added. "However each time you brushed my needs aside as if they hardly mattered."

"You should have pushed harder," Brian argued.

"And it would have gotten me nowhere."

"You don't know that, Sunshine, especially since you gave up without much of a fight."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't been such a selfish asshole, and had considered someone else's needs instead of your own for a change, I wouldn't have given up," the blond refuted angrily.

"Alright, I was an ass, but did that give you the right to stop communicating your needs to me?" Brian shot back.

"Look, I don't know what else you want me to say."

"There's nothing else to say. I was being selfish, you weren't communicating your needs strongly enough, you went elsewhere and stuck within the confines of our agreement," Brian summarized. He wasn't interested in turning this into a rip-roaring argument.

"So, where do we go from here?" Justin mused.

"I think it's time we made a few modifications to our agreement," Brian announced.

"Modifications?" the blond repeated in bewilderment. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"I think the first thing we should start with is what caused this miscommunication," Brian began, eager to resolve the situation once and for all. "If either of us has a particular need, we need to strongly communicate it to the other. If the other is unable or unwilling to fulfill this particular need, then and only then, would it be permissible to fulfill it elsewhere. Agreeable?"

"Agreeable," Justin sighed, regretting the fact they hadn't discussed this sooner.

"Next, we need to tackle the issue of bottoming."

"Bottoming?" the blond raised a surprised eyebrow. Now this, he hadn't been expecting.

"I don't want you bottoming for anyone else," Brian declared.

"But I..."

"I don't want to hear it, Sunshine. That gorgeous ass of yours is mine and mine only, just as my ass belongs to you and you only. You're the only one I plan on bottoming for and I expect the same in return."

"Do you plan on bottoming for me on an occasional basis?"

"If that's what you need, I plan on keeping you satisfied," Brian promised. While he had feared losing control in their relationship, keeping Justin happy and satisfied was much more important than his own selfish fears at the moment. He would have to find some other way to deal with them.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, actually there is one more thing," Brian indicated. "From now on when either of us trick in the future we should try to be more discreet. That means no tricking on business trips when fellow employees or clients are with us. We have our business to think of. The last thing we need is to fuel the office grapevine with stories of our exploits. It's not productive for Kinnetik."

"Let me guess," Justin cringed. "You know about what happened in Atlanta."

"I suppose you could say that."

"Can I ask how?"

"Theodore," Brian replied.

"Ted?" Justin stared at his partner in shock. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how Ted of all people had found out and why he would have gone to Brian.

"Apparently he overheard Nathan telling Brendan about your exploits at the water cooler," Brian explained.

"Fuck..." Justin shook his head in disbelief. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.

Thursday
10:00 a.m.
Ted's Office Kinnetik

After hearing Brian explain what Ted had done, Justin had spent the remainder of the previous evening wide-awake, stewing over his friend's betrayal. While Brian had done his best to comfort him, it wasn't enough to diminish the sense of anger, hurt, and betrayal he was currently experiencing. Justin couldn't believe that after everything he had done for Ted, his friend had chosen to repay him in this manner. Not about to stand for the accountant's betrayal, Justin stalked into Ted's office soon after arriving at Kinnetik. It was time his friend was called to account for his actions.

"Justin?" Ted looked up in surprise as the blond entered his office. "What's up?" he inquired in a friendly manner.

"Why?" Justin chose to ignore the accountant's question, and chose instead to ask one of his own.

"Why, what?"

"You know what I'm referring to, Ted." Justin glared at the accountant.

"Look, I honestly..."

"Just cut the fucking bullshit and tell me why you did it," the blond demanded tersely.

"Did what?"

"Betrayed my trust?"

"Justin, I..." Ted hesitated.

"Why Ted?" the artist questioned. "Why after everything I did for you?"

"I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Obviously," Justin laughed bitterly. "Do you think that excuses what you did?"

"No, but it didn't have anything to do with you."

"Telling Brian about my tricking had nothing to do with me?" Justin stared incredulously.

"I swear I was only thinking of Brian. All I cared about was getting back at him for..."

"The appalling way he treated you after the arrest?"

"Yes."

"So, let me see if I have this straight," Justin began. "After overhearing a juicy little tidbit at the water cooler, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to give Brian his just desserts?"

"I think that about sums it up," Ted agreed.

"Tell me Ted, am I entitled to my own just desserts when it comes to the appalling way you betrayed our friendship?"

"Well... I, uh..." Ted stammered.

"You know I really should fire your ass. Brian seems to think it's the ideal solution. Lucky for you, I'm not a vengeful person,"

"Justin, I'm sor..."

"No apologies, Ted. No excuses. No regrets," the blond recited his lover's famous mantra, before continuing in a serious tone. "But don't think I won't forget what you did. You see, Ted, betrayals run deep for me, especially ones committed by people who I thought were my friends. So, you can continue here at Kinnetik, but know this, our friendship is over. Fuck with me again, and I will take Brian's advice and throw your ass out on the curb," he warned.

"Justin, you have to listen to me. I didn't mean to..." Ted began to protest.

"Fuck you, Ted," Justin shook his head in disdain as he turned to leave the accountant's office. As far as he was concerned, his friendship with Ted was over. He'd been betrayed one too many times by the people he'd cared about, and he wasn't about to put up with it any longer.

Making it Through Another Summer: Chapter 6

2008-01-02T04:38:07Z

Making it Through the Summer & Making it Through Another Summer
by Kim

Making it Through Another Summer
Chapter 6

Tuesday, March 23rd
8:30 a.m.
Kinnetik

As he entered the office, Brian stifled a yawn. Thoughts of Ted's revelation and his rash decision to accompany Justin to L.A. had kept him awake the night before. Unfortunately, he knew under the present circumstances that accompanying his blond was the only solution if he wanted to prevent any further tricking. Yet it had been enough to keep him awake half the night tossing and turning, unable to let go of the fact that he had found himself in this predicament.

"What's this I hear about you leaving for California tomorrow?" Cynthia quipped, as Brian approached her desk.

"I thought I would take advantage of an opportunity to improve my tan."

"Or perhaps you secretly want to meet Bob Barker," his assistant grinned, referring to The Price is Right's eighty-year-old host.

"Was that supposed to be humorous, Cyn?"

"I have to try to get a rise out of you sometimes, don't I? I take it you'll want me to clear your calendar for the remainder of the week?"

"Yep," Brian confirmed. "While you're at it, see if Summers has Justin's itinerary. I have a feeling my partner made some inadequate travel arrangements."

"I'll see what I can do," Cynthia assured. "I'm assuming you'd like an upgrade to first class and a suite at The Regent Beverly Wilshire?"

"That's right," Brian nodded.

"What about a rental car? You'll need one, won't you?"

"More than likely. See if you can find something with enough leg room."

"I'll arrange a Jaguar through Hertz."

"Perfect. Now, if you'll excuse me, Cyn, I've got a lot of shit to do today if I want to leave by tomorrow."

"I'll make sure to keep your interruptions to a minimum," Cynthia promised, as Brian walked toward his office. She had a feeling he was about to get more than he bargained for when it came to his trip.

11:00 a.m.

"Hi Sunshine," August smiled as Justin approached his desk after a breakfast meeting with Councilman Deekins.

"Hey August," Justin returned the smile.

"Are you excited about your trip, honey?"

"Totally. I can't believe Brian actually agreed to go in Daphne's place. She almost fell over when I told her."

"Well, I'm sure the two of you are going to have an amazing time," August predicted. "Now are you ready for your daily Price is Right question?"

"Sure," Justin grinned. For the past two weeks he had been having August ask him the prices of products frequently used on the show.

"Alright, sweetie. What's the price of Greased Lightning?" the artist's assistant inquired, referring to a multi-purpose cleaning spray.

"$3.99," Justin recited with ease.

"You got it! I just know you're going to shine on contestants' row."

"Let's just hope I get picked," Justin laughed before turning toward his office.

"Oh, Justin?"

"Yes, August?"

"I forgot to tell you earlier that Cynthia stopped by for your travel itinerary."

"She did? I wonder what she... Shit!" the blond suddenly swore, having a fairly decent idea why Brian's assistant had requested his itinerary.

***

Meanwhile
Brian's Office

Brian was in the midst of consulting his Liberty Air team when Justin flew into his office.

"Excuse me," the blond apologized to the assembled group of ad executives. "I'm afraid I need to speak to Brian for a moment."

"Why don't we reconvene in fifteen minutes," Brian suggested, as he secretly wondered what had caused the blond to burst into his office.

***

"Care to tell me what the hell is going on?" Brian asked once his team had left.

"How dare you!" Justin shouted.

"How dare I what?"

"Change the fucking travel plans I made. August told me that Cynthia requested my itinerary, which can only mean one thing. My plans weren't good enough for you."

"Of course they weren't." Brian wasn't about to lie. "You honestly don't think I'm going to sit on an airplane for five hours cramped in coach do you? In case you hadn't noticed, I do possess a rather long pair of legs," he pointed out.

"What about the hotel?"

"Cynthia thought we would be more comfortable at The Beverly Wilshire," Brian explained.

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I didn't want to stay in Beverly Hills?" Justin argued.

"Where did you have in mind then?"

"Hollywood. The hotel I booked is near the Walk of Fame and is located conveniently close to CBS Studios."

"Justin, take it from me, you don't want to stay in Hollywood. There are too many tourists there. We'll be much better off..."

"I don't care if there are too many tourists there," Justin cut his lover off. "Look Brian, I appreciate what you're trying to do, and I also appreciate the fact that you're coming along, but this is my fucking trip, not yours. Would it kill you to do what I want for two fucking days?"

"I suppose it wouldn't. However, I'm going to have to insist on the upgrade to first class. I need the additional leg room."

"Alright," Justin conceded. "But for the remainder of the trip, we stick to the plans I've already made. I don't want you to ruin this for me."

"I won't," Brian promised.

"Good," Justin sighed in relief, glad that he had been able to resolve the situation without too much grief. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate what Brian was trying to do, it was the fact that when he and Daphne had made the plans for their trip, they had made them as two college kids looking to have a good time on their spring break. With Kinnetik, Brian, and the majority of the gang being a good ten years older than he was, it wasn't often that he was able to sit back and enjoy being a college student.

2:00 p.m.
Flavio's

Later that afternoon, Brendan invited Justin to take a coffee break. After hearing Nathan's Atlanta story, Brendan had been concerned for his friend. While Justin was technically his boss, the two had developed a close friendship ever since Justin had come to Vangard that fateful summer for his internship. Theirs was a friendship that transcended the employer/employee relationship. A friendship in which they both knew they could come to the other with anything, and not have to worry about it affecting their working relationship.

"So, Brian's going to L.A. with you?" Brendan asked once they had seated themselves.

"Amazingly enough. But, I'm beginning to wonder if it's such a good idea."

"How come?"

"This morning I caught Cynthia rearranging the travel plans I had made."

"And you're surprised by that?" Brendan laughed. "We both know how particular Brian is about things."

"True, but he could have at least consulted with me first," Justin pointed out. "Anyway, we were able to come to a compromise."

"That's good," Brendan nodded. "Speaking of Brian, how are things going between the two of you?"

"Fine, I guess," Justin shrugged.

"Are you sure? I've noticed that you haven't talked about him lately and I know you haven't been working with him recently."

"Just because we're both doing our own thing in terms of Kinnetik doesn't mean we're having problems," Justin protested. "Why the sudden interest in our relationship?"

"It's just that..."

"Wait a minute," Justin realized. "Nathan told you about what happened in Atlanta, didn't he?"

"Unfortunately, he did," Brendan grimly confirmed. "However, I didn't tell him anything about you and Brian. It's not my place."

"Fuck," the blond let out a loud sigh.

"I told him not to tell anyone else since your personal life is really no one else's business at the agency," Brendan attempted to assure his friend.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. I guess I never realized he would stop by my room like he did."

"I'm sure you didn't. I have to admit, though, Jus, I was a bit surprised by his story. It didn't sound like you at all. Are you sure everything's alright between you and Brian? You know I may be just a dumb straight guy, who probably doesn't have a clue when it comes to gay relationships, but I'm here if you ever want to talk."

"I know Brendan, and it means a great deal to me. Are things perfect between Brian and me right now? Probably not, but what Nathan saw really wasn't that big of a deal. I think you know by now that Brian and I have a relationship that is by no means conventional in the straight world, but that doesn't mean that we don't respect and care for one another. What Nathan saw has nothing to do with our relationship," the blond assured.

"As long as you're certain things are well, I guess there's not much else I can say. Although maybe in the future you could try to be a little more discreet," Brendan advised.

"It looks like I'm going to have to be," the blond murmured.

10:00 p.m.
The Loft

Brian stood in front of his closet debating on what he should take to L.A. He had a feeling he would need to tone down his appearance a bit when it came to The Price is Right taping. Somehow he didn't think showing up in a pair of Armani slacks or Prada calfskin boots would go over too well among the breeder crowd.

"Alright," Justin grinned, as he eyed Brian staring intently at his wardrobe. "What's your latest crisis?"

"I'm trying to determine what one wears to an aging breeder game show," Brian responded as he reached for a pair of Armani jeans.

"Just worry about the jeans," Justin instructed. "I've got the shirt taken care of."

"What do you mean, you have the shirt taken care of?" Brian turned to look at the blond.

"Well, Daphne and I ordered official logo T-shirts to wear to the taping. She said I could borrow hers," Justin held up a white T-shirt with The Price is Right logo boldly displayed across its front. "I thought you could just borrow mine, since it was a little big on me to begin with," he said, as he threw a red logo T-shirt in Brian's direction.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Brian started at the T-shirt in revulsion. "There's no fucking way I would be caught dead in this," he declared.

"Come on, Bri. Where's your sense of adventure? It will be fun," Justin tried to cajole his lover. "Besides if I want to get picked to be a contestant, we need to stand out."

"Justin, you and I stand out enough on our own. We certainly don't need these ugly ass T-shirts to help us," Brian argued.

"But..."

"Look, if you want to wear this revolting thing, then by all means do so," Brian threw the shirt back to Justin. "However, there is no way in hell I'm going to be seen in public wearing such a hideous thing."

"Brian," Justin protested, but was cut off as Brian walked over to him and put his finger up to his lips in an effort to quiet his complaints.

"Forget about the fucking shirt, Jus. Just be grateful I'm tagging along," Brian murmured before silencing him with a searing kiss, wanting to distract the blond's attention away from the shirts and on to more important things, such as his hungry cock....

Wednesday
9:45 a.m.
En route to Los Angeles

Forty minutes after take off, the airplane began to level off its climb to Los Angeles. Brian was hard at work on his laptop while Justin dozed in the seat next to him. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he glanced over at Justin. He looked like a kid, with the light blond fuzz atop his head and his flip-flop adorned feet sticking out of the blanket he had wrapped himself in. Brian knew the blond was taking this California trip a little too seriously when he had dressed that morning in fatigue colored cargo shorts, a black T-shirt, and flip flops. While he tried to explain that the weather would only be in the upper 60s, the blond insisted on wearing his stunning Californian ensemble. Brian as always had dressed with care. He had chosen a black long sleeve Hugo Boss shirt with shadowed gray stripes, and had teamed it with a comfortable pair of black Prada trousers. As always they made an unusually dressed pair.

Brian's thoughts were interrupted when the flight attendant came by to offer them a beverage and a snack. After ordering a Bloody Mary for himself, Brian decided he had better wake Justin in order to avoid listening to the blond complain later on that he was hungry.

"What Bri?" the blond yawned as he turned with sleepy eyes to stare at his lover, who had tapped him on the shoulder.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Orange juice," the blond murmured, as he sat up in his seat.

"Would you like a snack, Sir?" the attendant offered Justin a basket full of snacks.

"Thanks," the blond smiled, as he took a small packet of Biscoff graham cracker cookies.

"And you, Sir?" the attendant placed the basket in front of Brian.

"Here," Brian said, as he took about eight packets of the cookies and set them in Justin's lap. "I can't have him complaining about his stomach. You know how growing boys are," he winked at the attendant, as Justin blushed in embarrassment.

"Of course, Sir. We'll do our best to ensure that your friend is properly fed," she smiled before setting their drinks on the console between their seats.

***

"Did you have to say that?" Justin groaned once the flight attendant had moved on to the next row.

"Say what?" Brian questioned innocently.

"You know what," Justin glared at his partner.

"Well, we probably won't be getting lunch for at least another hour and a half, and you and I both know you'll be hungry long before then."

"True," the blond conceded as he opened his third package of cookies.

Three Hours later

"Brian, don't you think you should take a break?" Justin asked as they were about an hour from their destination. "You've been working almost the entire flight and you hardly took a break for lunch."

"Well not all of us have the luxury of taking a spring break," Brian drawled.

"True, but you're making me feel guilty."

"Why?"

"Because here I am sitting back and playing computer games and you've done nothing but work. If your work is so important, at least let me help you," Justin offered.

"Don't worry about it, Jus. I'm almost done anyway," Brian assured. While he had agreed to go on the trip, it had not been the most convenient of times due to an upcoming ad campaign for Brown Athletics. However, this was Justin's trip, one that he had been planning for quite some time, and he wanted to see him have the chance to relax. Between school, Kinnetik, and the comic he knew Justin worked harder than he should.

"Promise?" the blond wasn't sure that he believed Brian.

"Promise; now why don't you get back to whatever game it is that you're playing..."

"Battleship," Justin grinned at Brian.

"Battleship," Brian repeated as he shook his head in amusement. "And let me finish this stuff up so that I'll be all yours by the time we land. Deal?"

"Deal," the artist gave his lover his trademark Sunshine smile, as he eagerly looked forward to their California adventure.

Los Angeles International Airport
12:30 p.m.

"You know," Brian remarked as they stood in line at the Hertz rental car counter. "I belong to Hertz's Gold Club," he said, referring to the rental car company's elite customer program.

"So."

"Well, I was just going to point out that if you hadn't insisted on sticking to your original arrangements, we wouldn't be waiting in this ridiculous line, and we would already be in our rental car."

"Brian, we've only been in line for five minutes," Justin objected.

"You know I don't have much patience for inefficiency."

"I know, and if you'll stop complaining you'll see that it's already our turn. Why don't you just stay by our luggage while I take care of the car," the blond suggested, deciding it best to keep Brian out of the transaction.

"Fine," he begrudgingly agreed.

***

"So, what type of godforsaken economy car am I going to be forced to drive through the hills of Hollywood," Brian drawled as he followed Justin through the Hertz lot in search of their vehicle.

"First off, it's not an economy car," Justin corrected. "Second, who said anything about you driving?"

"You honestly don't think I'm going to let you drive, do you?" Brian stated in disbelief. "For fuck's sake Justin, we're in L.A. The traffic here is utterly ridiculous, in addition to the fact that I often fear for my life when you're behind the wheel."

"Will you quit being such a drama queen," Justin groaned as he stopped beside a fire engine red Mustang and used the keyless entry to open its trunk.

"What the fuck is this?" Brian stared at the car in sheer horror.

"A car?"

"I know it's a car," Brian sighed in frustration. "Now why don't you cut the fucking bullshit and tell me why we've stopped here.

"Well, Brian," Justin began in a tone one would use with a small child, "One would assume we've stopped here because this is our rental car."

"You've got to be kidding me," Brian muttered incredulously.

"I'm not," Justin said as he took Brian's bags and threw them into the trunk. "Why don't you get in," he suggested as he closed the trunk and came around to the driver's side.

"Give me the keys, Justin," Brian commanded. There was no way in hell he was allowing the blond to drive now that he had seen what type of car he'd had in mind.

"No."

"Give me the fucking keys," Brian repeated.

"I said no."

"Listen to me Justin, I realize that you and Daphne probably thought it would be fun to drive around in this flashy piece of shit. However, there's no way I'm going to stand by and let you drive this thing."

"Oh yeah?" Justin challenged. "What makes you think you can "let" me do anything? You're not my keeper, Brian. I thought you realized a long time ago that I can take care of myself. Now I would suggest you get into the passenger seat. This is my trip, not yours, and I'm not about to let you ruin it for me," Justin declared in a voice that meant business. Realizing that if he had any hope of leaving the parking lot in one piece with Justin as pissed as he was, Brian quietly walked over to the passenger side and got into the vehicle.

***

2:00 p.m.
Renaissance Hollywood Hotel

"What do you think?" Justin asked as they entered their hotel room after a relatively smooth trip to Hollywood from the airport. The blond had to give his partner some credit; after all of the griping about the Mustang, he had refrained from making his usual insulting remarks during the drive, and had been a big help when it came to navigating.

"Aside from the fact the room's a bit cramped, the furniture a poor imitation, and the shower too small for words, I suppose it will do."

"Well, we all have to slum at some point in our lives," Justin grinned.

"I don't slum, Sunshine. In fact, we could be fucking in a luxury suite at The Beverly Wilshire as we speak, all you have to do is say the word and I'll get us out of this cheesy dump and...."

"Brian, I thought we compromised. Besides, we're in Hollywood, and we can have a wonderful time in our "cheesy" hotel. All you have to do is give it a chance," Justin encouraged.

"Oh, I'll give it a chance," Brian purred as he reached for Justin and pulled him into his embrace, eager to start their trip off on the right note.

10:00 p.m.
Brian & Justin's Hotel Room

After spending a few hours at the Beverly Center, in which Brian had perused the latest fashions at D&G, while Justin made a few purchases at French Connection and Williams-Sonoma, the two had ended up at Hard Rock Café at Justin's insistence. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, the pair found themselves back in Hollywood. While Brian wanted to rest among other things before checking out a club or two in WeHo (West Hollywood), Justin had wanted to stroll down the Walk of Fame and take pictures of Grauman's Chinese Theater.

Knowing he didn't have much choice in the matter, Brian ended up exploring Hollywood with Justin. He made sure to keep a close eye on his lover, as the eyes leering at his blond's ass did not go unnoticed. Hollywood was crawling with queers, and he could only imagine what WeHo would be like. Trying to be a good sport, Brian had begrudgingly agreed to pose for a picture next to James Dean's star on the Walk of Fame and had even helped Justin pick out some chintzy Hollywood memorabilia for both Emmett and Debbie.

Returning to their hotel room, Brian was eager to get in a good fuck before they hit the clubs for the evening.

"Brian, I know you want to take in a few clubs tonight, but maybe we should reconsider," Justin mused as they headed for the shower.

"And why is that, Sunshine? I would have thought you would love the opportunity to shake your ass in some of the hottest spots in WeHo," Brian commented.

"Normally, I would, but it's just that we have to get up really early tomorrow."

"Well, I guess we'll be tired as I'm not about to miss out on the clubs," Brian declared as he turned on the water, and pulled Justin into the shower with him.

The Following Morning
4:00 a.m.
Brian & Justin's Hotel Room

"Fuck!" Justin groaned as the alarm clock went off. He never should have agreed to go clubbing the night before. They hadn't made it back until one-thirty, and now only two and a half hours later, it was already time to wake up.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Justin reached over, turned the alarm off, and switched on a lamp.

"Ugh," he squinted as bright light filled the darkened hotel room. He looked over to see that Brian was still asleep. "God help me," Justin grimaced before reaching over and shaking his lover.

***

"What the fuck?" Brian sleepily murmured.

"Brian! Wake up! We've got to get moving."

"Christ, Justin. What time is it?" Brian groaned as he painfully opened his eyes to the blinding light.

"A little after four. Now, come on."

"What did you say?"

"I said that it's a little after four."

"In the afternoon?" Brian couldn't understand why he felt so tired.

"No, in the morning," Justin corrected.

"The morning?" Brian repeated in disbelief. "Wait a minute, didn't we just get to sleep a few hours ago..."

"I told you we had to get up early," Justin reminded, having little patience for his partner at this point. All he cared about was getting to CBS studios.

"Justin, really, don't you think you're being a bit ridiculous," Brian complained, as he flipped onto his stomach and buried his head in the pillow.

"No, I'm not being ridiculous," the blond objected. "Now, if you don't get out of bed, we're going to be late."

"Late? Christ, Justin, what time is this fucking taping?"

"Not until later this afternoon."

"Then what the fuck are we doing up this early?" Brian demanded incredulously.

"We're up this early because we have to get our seats for the taping," Justin explained impatiently.

"But I thought you already had tickets."

"I do, but those don't guarantee us seats. Please Brian, for the love of God, will you get your ass out of bed," Justin groaned, knowing that the more his partner procrastinated, the less chance they had of actually obtaining seats.

5:15 a.m.
Gates Outside CBS Studios

"You've got to be kidding me," Brian stared in disbelief at the large mass of people already lined up along Fairfax Drive.

"See why we needed to get here so early?" Justin commented, as they walked toward the end of the line.

"This is unfucking believable. I suppose there's no accounting for the bad taste of breeders," Brian frowned as he took in the lawn chairs, coolers, and array of fashion disasters laid out before him.

"Just think," the blond laughed. "We could have camped out with some of these people last night instead of hitting the clubs in WeHo."

"I'd rather superglue my tongue to a lesbian's twat," Brian murmured in repulsion.

"I brought you something," Justin said as he reached into the messenger bag he had brought with him. "I thought you could use something to keep yourself occupied," he explained as he handed Brian copies of The Los Angeles Times and Wall Street Journal.

"Thanks," Brian said, as he took the newspapers. At least it would give him something to take his mind off the indignity of the situation. "What I could also really use is a latte," he yawned.

"It looks like there is a bagel shop across the street," Justin offered. "Although it doesn't appear to be open just yet."

"Of course not," Brian scowled. "It's too fucking early in the morning." He couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into.

6:00 a.m.

At six, the gates to the studio were opened, and they slowly followed the others in line to receive their order of arrival numbers. Brian was horrified to discover that these numbers merely guaranteed their place in line. Priority numbers, which would determine their odds of obtaining seats for the taping, would be handed out at 8:30 a.m.

"So, Sunshine," Brian drawled as he took in the crowds surrounding them. "What the fuck are we supposed to do now?"

"It looks like that bagel shop is open. Maybe we could get something to eat," the blond shrugged.

"I suppose that's better than standing around with these godforsaken breeders. Christ, have you noticed some of the repulsive homemade T-shirts they're wearing?"

"Brian, they're hardly repulsive; it's just part of being in the audience. People make all kinds of different shirts so they can be noticed," Justin explained.

"Well, thank God I don't have to worry about being noticed. I'm definitely not breeder game show material," Brian proclaimed.

7:30 a.m.

After purchasing bagels and lattes, they sat outside and checked in at the office. Luckily both Cynthia and August assured them that everything was under control. Brian proceeded to flip through the Wall Street Journal while Justin pulled out his sketchbook and started sketching the various people he saw.

Once they finished their bagels, Justin suggested they head back to the studio. They were stunned to see hundreds of people already in line.

"Holy shit!" Justin exclaimed. "I knew that a lot of people showed up for the tapings, but I had no idea there would be this many."

"No kidding," Brian murmured. He didn't think he'd ever seen so many middle-aged breeders or fraternity kids in his life.

"I guess we should figure out where we need to be," the blond mused.

"Right," Brian laughed bitterly as one of the CBS Pages came over the intercom system.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please...," the page gave a dramatic pause before repeating sarcastically, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please..."

"What the fuck is this guy's problem?"

"Maybe he thinks we're morons?" Justin shrugged.

"Obviously."

"Shhhh...," the page continued, making it clear he expected everyone's undivided attention before he continued his announcement. "Please DO NOT ask me if you're going to get in. I DON'T KNOW. No one knows. The only way you'll know is when you see Bob Barker come out from behind the "big doors" from your seat inside the studio," he announced as he gave instructions to line up.

***

At nine, they received their priority numbers 269 & 270; Brian insisted on going across the street to buy another latte as the effects of the previous night still remained. They returned to the studio premises at nine-thirty where they were instructed to sit in the order of their priority numbers on a group of benches located underneath a pavilion area. The crowd had thinned somewhat as already two hundred of the fans had been turned away, and another four hundred had left as they weren't scheduled to return until the afternoon for the four-thirty taping. The four hundred that remained were all eligible to be in the audience for the one-thirty taping. However, there was still more cutting ahead as the studio only seated 330 people.

Around ten, the pages gathered to make their next announcement regarding audience eligibility and contestant cards.

"May I have your attention please," the patronizing voice of the page resonated through the air. "May I have your attention please... In a few moments we will be passing out contestant eligibility cards. When you receive your card, please print your name legibly so that a SECOND GRADER can read it. If you do not write your name legibly, you will not get in."

***

"Here," Brian said, taking Justin's card from him. "I should probably fill this out for you."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, being that the page was so adamant that the card be filled out legibly, I thought you might like my assistance since we both know how pitiful your handwriting is," Brian drawled.

"Pitiful? You may not recall, but I am an artist," Justin objected.

"An artist with appalling handwriting," Brian smirked. "One would think that if you would like to be chosen as a contestant, that you would like them to be able to read your name."

"True," Justin sighed as he handed Brian his card. His partner had the most anal retentive handwriting he had ever seen.

***

Once they had completed their cards, Brian resumed reading an article in the L.A. Times that he found interesting. It was regarding Remson Pharmaceuticals, an L.A. based firm that was in the process of obtaining approval for an HIV wonder drug. Brian was intrigued to learn that the owner was originally from Pittsburgh, and made a mental note to look into the company further.

11:00 a.m.

An hour later, Brian and Justin were still sitting on the benches as they waited for the pages to come around and fill out their nametags. Brian had kept himself occupied making a few phone calls, while Justin was busy writing postcards he had purchased at the CBS gift shop.

"Are you seriously going to send those back home?" Brian glanced at the cards in disgust as he rubbed the side of his neck. After all the sitting and standing, in addition to having to suffer their hotel's inferior pillows from the night before, Brian's neck was beginning to ache.

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, perhaps it might be a wise idea to keep this trip on the down low," Brian advised. There was no way in hell he wanted anyone back home to know he had subjected himself to this ridiculous farce.

"If you're worried that I'm going to tell everyone you went along, you can put your fears to rest," Justin assured. "I know damn well you wouldn't want anyone to know that you lowered yourself in such an undignified manner."

"You know me too well, Sunshine," Brian grinned.

"Too well," Justin agreed as Brian went to massage his neck again. "Is something wrong with your neck?" he inquired in a concerned voice.

"Yes, there's something wrong with my neck," Brian scowled. "If you hadn't noticed, the pillows at that fucking cheesy hotel of ours are beyond pathetic. They're absolutely inadequate and gave me utterly no neck support at all for the measly two hours I slept last night."

"I didn't have a problem with the pillows. In fact, I thought they were fine," Justin commented.

"Fine?" Brian stared at the blond in disbelief. "You call having to sleep with two pillows that fucking sink as soon as you lay on them fine? Christ, even after trying three pillows I still could not get comfortable. Had we stayed at The Beverly Wilshire like I had suggested, we could have slept on the finest goose down pillows," Brian argued.

"Well, next time, pack your own fucking pillows instead of sitting here complaining."

"Next time I won't be staying in such substandard accommodations," Brian declared.

12:15 p.m.

Finally receiving their nametags, they now waited to be interviewed by the show's producers. They had managed to split a turkey sandwich while they had waited. Brian could sense Justin was containing his excitement, as usually the blond would have been complaining about his stomach hours ago.

A few minutes later, the pair was led to the side of the studio with eight other hopeful contestants to meet two members of the show's production staff. Two girls from Miami flirted shamelessly with one producer, while Brian eyed him with interest. Even among breeders, his gaydar was still dead on.

"Hi Justin," the producer smiled at the blond, as his assistant sat next to him taking notes on a legal pad.

"Hi," Justin greeted with his best Sunshine smile, causing Brian to roll his eyes.

"Where are you from?" the producer inquired.

"Pittsburgh."

"Ah, Pittsburgh," the producer nodded. "What do you do in Pittsburgh?"

"I'm an artist, and I'm currently enrolled at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts," Justin replied, deciding it best to play the student angle. The show was extremely popular among college students, and the producers always selected at least one or two students as contestants.

"So you're the creative type then?"

"You could say that," Justin nodded, as the producer turned his attention towards Brian.

"Hello, Brian. Where are you from?"

"Pittsburgh," Brian murmured, knowing full well the producer already knew he was with Justin.

"Oh, so you two are here together."

"I suppose in a non-defined manner of speaking you could say that," Brian shrugged. It was obvious that the producer was cruising him.

"So, what do you do in Pittsburgh?"

"Do?" Brian raised an eyebrow.

"Well you must do something," the producer commented.

"Let's just say I'm a man of many talents, and that I've been known to do a number of things," Brian drawled in a seductive voice. "I also own the hottest advertising agency in Pittsburgh."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, good to have you here," the producer gave Brian a sexy grin. If he had his way, he would be seeing more of the enigmatic advertiser later.

***

"I can't believe the way he was cruising you," Justin looked at Brian in amazement as they walked to the next waiting area, located behind the studio.

"Who would have ever thought we'd find another queer in breederville," Brian sardonically remarked.

"Well, it appears we have. It's too bad for him though, you're taken," Justin declared.

"Taken? I don't know anything about that," Brian smirked. "Although he's definitely not my type."

"Definitely," Justin agreed, before leaning in and giving Brian a kiss on the cheek.

1:00 p.m.

"I can't believe how small it is!" Justin exclaimed as they finally entered The Price is Right's taping studio, after having waited eight hours for the big event.

"It's a dump," Brian commented as he took in the cramped area and ancient equipment.

"It's hardly a dump," Justin objected. "The fans love how the show has stayed true to itself by not modernizing. They love the original charm and flair."

"Obviously," Brian rolled his eyes as they were seated on the left side of the stage. Unfortunately the only seats remaining in their row were the aisle seat and the one beside it. Brian found himself seated in the aisle seat while Justin looked in awe at his surroundings.

***

Minutes later, the audience went wild as "Come on Down," Crystal Waters' dance mix of The Price is Right theme, began blaring over the speakers.

Don't you want to party?
Body to body
We all need some healing
Baby, touch the ceiling
When the beat is thumping
Keep your body jumping
DJ's got the rhythm
Come on get with him

"Holy shit!" Justin exclaimed in excitement. "This is so cool!"

"If you're an aging breeder in need of a prostate massage," Brian grumbled, appalled by the sheer tackiness of the song.

It's just a feeling, just a feeling
What is this feeling that I feel,
That is real when you're near?
Love that you're near
And when I close my eyes,
It's all that I hear

"Dance with us Justin," the two girls from Miami, who were seated next to him, invited.

"Sure," Justin smiled as he stood up and started dancing to the beat, along with several other audience members who did the same.

Come on down, come on down
Hey don't you want to party, party with me?
Come on down...

"Justin, sit the fuck down," Brian muttered, appalled at the spectacle the blond was making of himself as he bumped and grinded with his annoying college admirers.

"No," the blond gave a cheeky grin. "Why don't you stop being such a spoilsport and dance with me?"

"Are you fucking out of your mind?" Brian stared at his partner in disbelief. He couldn't believe how he had ended up in this godforsaken place.

***

At the conclusion of the song, the show's announcer, Rich Fields, entered the stage to warm up the audience and explain the protocol for the taping.

Shaking his head in disbelief as the announcer rambled on, Brian felt he was trapped in the midst of an awful nightmare. This could be the only explanation for him ending up in the audience of this convoluted show. He swore that he would never let Justin near another man again, if it meant preventing a situation like this in the future. He also vowed that when they returned to Pittsburgh they would have a long talk about tricking, and that Brian would outlaw Justin from ever tricking in the future. As far as Brian was concerned, this was the last and final straw.

1:30 p.m.

Finally, at 1:30 p.m. sharp, the show was underway. The theme music pulsated in the background as the audience went wild with excitement.

***

"Here it comes from the Bob Barker studio at CBS in Hollywood!" Rich announced. "Television's most exciting hour of fantastic prizes! The fabulous sixty minute PRICE IS RIGHT!"

***

"Brian," Justin hit his partner on the shoulder as the theme music continued. "Stand up."

"No," Brian scowled.

"Dammit, Brian, will you stop being an asshole and stand up."

"I said no, Justin," Brian repeated, as he continued to remain seated, not about to make an ass of himself as the rest of the audience stood on their feet applauding and cheering.

***

"Carol Fitzgerald, come on down!" Rich began announcing the first four contestants while the crowd continued to show its enthusiasm. "Earl Bennett, come on down!"

"Jean Peterson, come on down!" he continued only seconds later as the first two contestants made their way to the bidding podiums. "And Christopher Smith, come on down! You are the first four contestants on The Price is Right!"

"And now, here's the star of The Price is Right, Bob Barker!!!"

***

"YEAH!" Justin shouted as Bob Barker, the show's eighty year old host, appeared from behind the game show's trademark "big doors."

"Christ, Justin, do you think you could tone it down a bit?" Brian glared at blond.

"Fuck no," the blond muttered, irritated with the way his lover was behaving, and not about to let Brian spoil his fun.

***

"Welcome to The Price is Right!" Bob greeted as one the show's models, commonly referred to as Barker's Beauties, handed him his microphone "Here is the first item up for bids today."
***

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Brian rolled his eyes as two of Barker's Beauties rolled out a bright yellow gumball machine.

***

"Here's a cool gumball machine," Rich began. "The Wizard from Global Gumball holds 3,000 gumballs and lights up faster and faster as the gumball descends. This spiral gumball machine will make you the talk of the neighborhood from Global Gumball."

***

"Perhaps you should get one of those to entertain your tricks," Justin sarcastically suggested to Brian.

"I can assure you that I provide all the entertainment my tricks require," Brian shot back.

***

"Now what do you bid, Carol?" Bob asked, as the four contestants eyed the gumball machine in fascination.

"$599."

"Earl?"

$500."

"Jean?"

"$325."

"And what is your bid, Christopher?"

"$499."

"The actual retail price is $999. The winner is Carol."

***

"Hello, Carol," Bob welcomed the contestant as she ran up on stage and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. Now what do we have for Carol?"

"A folding camping trailer." Rich announced as the big doors opened to reveal the prize. One of Bob's Beauties opened the trailer door from the inside and waved to the audience. "Chalet's Alpine folding camping trailer," Rich began to describe the prize. "Pop up the spring-loaded roof and lift the A-shaped walls for an all season camping chalet of your own. Features a dinette, double bed, and water pump. It's a great prize worth $8,313."

***

"I can think of a hell of a lot of other things to waste eight grand on," Brian muttered in distaste.

"Perhaps that Eames furniture you've been eyeing?" Justin offered.

"At least that doesn't come with a water pump."

***

"Eight thousand and some dollars," Bob walked over to Cliff Hangers, the game the contestant would play for the trailer. The game consisted of a miniature climber attached to a yardstick-like device that was used to move the climber up a miniature mountain. The stick was marked in increments of $1 while the game's background was painted with alpine scenery.

"If he doesn't fall off the top of that mountain you win that great prize," Bob explained to the contestant. Unfortunately for the contestant, that was exactly what happened as she lacked the skill to correctly play the game.

***

Ten minutes later, they were on to another game called "Coming or Going." Brian couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the game appear on the stage.

"This should be your speed," Justin snickered as the contestant joined Bob on stage.

***

"Here we are, Earl," Bob began. "Right up here. Now, Earl, I have something nice for you right over there," he motioned to the big doors.

"A wonderful trip to Hawaii," Rich announced as the big doors opened to reveal a painted Hawaii sign while two of Bob's Beauties, wearing grass skirts, performed a hula dance in front of it.

"You and a guest will fly round trip coach from Los Angeles to Honolulu, Hawaii courtesy of Northwest Airlines World Vacations," Rich began to describe the package in detail. "And you'll enjoy a six night stay in a deluxe ocean view room including daily continental breakfast at the Waikiki Marriott Resort."

"Now Earl, all you have to know to win that trip to Hawaii is whether you're coming or going. If you're coming the price of the trip is $6,784. If you're going the price of the trip is $4,876. Okay, now just step over here and proceed accordingly. Are you coming or are you going?"

***

Following Coming or Going, the show stopped for a two-minute commercial break. Bob fielded a few questions from the audience, before it was time to resume taping, and time to announce another contestant.

"And now we're going to meet?" Bob turned towards Rich.

"Brian Kinney!" Rich announced. "Come on down! You're the next contestant on The Price is Right!"

"Fuck...." Brian murmured in disbelief as he felt Justin shove him into the aisle.

"Brian, move it," Justin ordered as the man stood taken aback in the aisle, a look of sheer horror displayed across his face.

With little enthusiasm, which the audience and producers attributed to shock, Brian slowly sauntered down the steps to contestants' row, not quite believing what had just occurred.

***

"What is the next item up for bids today, fellers?" Bob inquired, once Brian had taken his spot.

"It's a set of his and her luggage from Ciao Lifestyle International," Rich revealed as Brian openly cringed at its hideous design. "Featuring its exclusively patented tri-glide wheel system and contemporary styling, this will be sure to come in handy on your next vacation."

"And we will get the first bid from Brian."

"One dollar, Bob." As far as Brian was concerned that was all the repugnant luggage was worth, if that.

"He bids $1," Bob declared. "$1?" he repeated in surprise, finally registering the amount of Brian's bid. "Now that shows you how little confidence Brian has in the bids of these other contestants," Bob laughed, finding the bid humorous.

"What do you bid, Doug?"

"$2,000."

"And you, Sharon?"

"2,500," she replied as Brian looked on in disbelief. He had Tumi luggage for that price. There was no way in hell the Ciao shit could be worth that much.

"What is your bid, Jean?"

$2,501."

"The actual retail price is $1,900. Brian is our winner! Right up here, Brian," Bob instructed as Brian turned to give Justin a scathing look.

***

"Brian," Bob began once the ad executive climbed the steps onto the stage. "Rich tells me you're here all the way from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania."

"Yeah, Bob," Brian frowned, irritated that Bob had drawn attention to the fact that he was from Pittsburgh.

"We'd like to give you something special today, don't we Rich?"

"Indeed. Brian, it's a chance to win up to ten thousand dollars in cash!" Rich announced, as Brian merely nodded, not showing any other emotion.

"Brian, you can have $10,000 playing the Grand Game today, but you have to start with just $1," Bob explained as he walked over to the game.

The Grand Game consisted of six displayed products and a target price that was displayed in the center above the products. Four of the products would have prices falling below the target price, while the remaining two products would have prices above the target price. The game began at $1 and each time a contestant chose a product falling below the target price, a zero would be added to the dollar up to a maximum of $10,000. If a contestant chose a product above the target price, he would automatically lose the game and walk away with nothing.

"The target price today is $5.00," Bob revealed to the audience, before Rich went on to describe the displayed items. The products included: Dole pineapple slices, Poppycock - "Just the Nuts" Deluxe Nut Mix, Birdola, Blue Star Ointment, Barbasol Shaving Gel, and Ecotrin Aspirin.

"Are you much of a grocery shopper, Brian?" Bob inquired.

"No," Brian gave a terse response.

"Who's here with you today?" Bob asked, attempting to help Brian with the game.

"Justin."

"Alright. Where's Justin?" Bob turned to the audience to search for the blond. "Ah, there he is," he said once he had spotted him. "Justin, are you much of a grocery shopper?"

"Sure am, Bob."

"Good. Audience, let's help Justin pick the products Brian should choose," Bob instructed before turning to Brian. "Now which product do you want to start with? You want one that is less than $5.00."

"The pineapple!" Justin screamed, as Brian turned to look back at him for guidance. While he certainly wasn't interested in the majority of the show's prizes, he had no real objection to cold hard cash.

"The pineapple," Brian decided to take the blond's advice.

"The pineapple," Bob repeated, walking over to the displayed product. "It's $1.79. Move him up to $10," he instructed. "And what do you want now, Brian?"

"The Barbasol," Justin shouted.

"The Barbasol," Brian indicated to Bob.

"That's $1.99," Bob revealed. "Move him up to $100. What's next Brian?"

"Birdola!" Justin called.

"I guess the Birdola, Bob."

"Alright," Bob said, walking over to the bird feed. "It's 3.99. Move him up to $1,000," Bob ordered before walking back over to Brian. "Now Brian, let me have a little chat with you. You can quit now and take a thousand dollars, or if you correctly choose the one of the three remaining products that is under $5.00 you win ten thousand dollars. If you go on," Bob warned, "and you don't get it, you will lose $1,000. I suppose the question is, how much do you trust Justin?"

"I don't have to trust him, Bob," Brian remarked in a smug voice, "the kid's a genius."

"Well, let's prove it," Bob declared, as Brian turned towards his partner.

"The NUTS! Brian, pick the NUTS!" Justin shouted, eager for Brian to win the game.

"I'm going to have to go with Just the Nuts, Bob."

"The nuts? Are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure, Bob. We're going for the nuts."

"Is he a winner?" Bob asked before revealing the price of the Poppycock. "Yes! They're $4.99. Brian, you're right, Justin is a genius, you've just won $10,000!"

***

Twenty minutes later, it was time for The Price is Right's Showcase Showdown. While six contestants had made it on stage, only two contestants were eligible for the final showdown. The contestants were determined by spinning the show's big money wheel.

Brian ended up with a total of ninety-five cents in his two spins and qualified for the Showcase Showdown much to his distaste. He was joined on stage with Shelly, an obnoxious college student who had also won.

***

"Our top showcase winner is Brian, and our runner up Shelly," Bob announced as Brian stood at one of Showcase Showdown podiums next to the other contestant. "Rich, what do we have for Brian today?"

"Brian," Rich began. "Your showcase is designed to bring out the kid in you," he said before describing the prizes that made up the first showcase. The prizes consisted of a supply of Oreo Cookies, art supplies, a trip to Tahiti and Bora Bora, and finally a Mustang Convertible.

Since Brian was the top winner, he would have the option of bidding on the showcase or passing it to Shelly.

"Brian, are you going to bid on this showcase or pass it to Shelly?" Bob inquired.

***

"Bid!!!" Justin screamed at the top of his lungs as Brian looked over at him. He was surprised at how desirable the prizes in Brian's showcase were. Typically The Price is Right was known for some pretty off the wall and often ghastly prizes. However, that was all part of the show's charm, and Justin was grateful that Brian had ended up being so fortunate.

***

"I'm going to pass, Bob," Brian decided, ignoring Justin's screams. While he knew the showcase contained items Justin would definitely want, he resented the fact he ended up in this convoluted situation due to his partner's tricking, and wasn't about to reward the blond for it.

***

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Justin shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe Brian had made such a foolish decision, and dreaded seeing what the second showcase contained.

***

"Shelly, this is your showcase," Bob announced. "What do you bid?"

"$44,000, Bob."

"Alright, Shelly bids $44,000," Bob reiterated. "Brian, Showcase Two is yours, and here it is."

"Brian, your showcase is designed with the outdoors in mind," Rich began as Brian rolled his eyes in response.

***

"I don't fucking believe this," Justin groaned as Rich proceeded to describe the storage shed, greenhouse, Adirondack chairs, barrel sauna, and catamaran that completed Brian's showcase. In his opinion, these were some of the all time worst prizes the show had to offer. He was going to kill Brian for being such a stubborn idiot.

***

"This showcase can be yours if The Price is Right!" Rich concluded, as Brian studied the prizes displayed before him in complete disdain.

"Brian, what do you bid on this showcase?" Bob requested.

"$1, Bob." Anything more would be an insult to Brian's self-respect as far as he was concerned.

"Brian bids $1," Bob announced. "Brian clearly thinks Shelly is over, and we'll see if Shelly is in fact over after this commercial break," he said before the taping cut for a commercial.

***

"Shelly," Bob began once the show resumed taping. "You will recall you bid $44,000. The actual retail price of your showcase is... $36,789. You're over!" Bob announced, as the contestant sighed in disappointment. "Now over to Brian. Brian, let's see if that dollar holds up. The actual retail price of your showcase is $33,456. You win, Brian!" Bob exclaimed, as Justin looked on in shock while Brian merely shrugged in response.

"Congratulations, Brian," Bob smiled as Justin made his way on stage. Bob then turned to the camera for his final announcement. "Bob Barker reminding you to help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered. Goodbye, everybody!"

***

"You mother fucking son of a bitch," Justin glared at Brian, walking over to his prizes as the show's theme music played in the background. "What the fuck are we supposed to do with this shit?"

"Well, we're certainly not taking it back to the loft," Brian muttered in disgust.

"You can say that again. Did you have to be such a fucking asshole and refuse the first showcase?" Justin demanded in irritation. "Didn't you hear me screaming at you to bid on it?"

"Perhaps the idea of spending a week in Tahiti with every breeder imaginable didn't sound appealing."

"Spare me. I know damn well why you refused the showcase. You wanted to get back at me, didn't you Brian? You wanted to punish me for dragging you here and subjecting you to the indignity of being a contestant. Well, I have news for you, Mr. Kinney, it's your own fucking fault. Not mine... You were the one who agreed to come here. No one..."

"Excuse me, gentlemen," the show's producer came to greet the pair. "We have a few forms for you to sign, Mr. Kinney."

"If it's another tax form, you can forget about it. I'm not taking any of this repulsive shit," Brian declared.

"But, Sir..."

"Just give me the paperwork I need for the $10,000 I won, and get me the fuck out of here...." Brian ordered as Justin rolled his eyes at his partner's sheer arrogance.

4:30 p.m.

"For Christ's sake Justin, will you stop acting like a goddamn three-year-old and quit sulking for a fucking minute?" Brian demanded as they entered their hotel room. Justin hadn't spoken a word after the bitter words they exchanged after the taping. It was obvious he was pissed beyond belief.

"Sulking?" Justin turned to stare at his partner in anger. "You've done nothing but sulk this entire trip. Since the moment we landed in L.A. all you've done is complain."

"That's not true."

"Bullshit. Nothing is fucking good enough for you, Brian. Nothing. Aside from the fact you were a total asshole during the taping, I think you've made it pretty obvious you don't even fucking want to be here."

"Listen to me Justin. Are you listening?"

"Fuck you, Brian," Justin wasn't in the mood to hear one of his lover's speeches. "Just admit the fact you don't want to be here. Admit the fact that you never wanted to come in the first place... Admit that you no longer give a fuck about..."

"You're right Justin," Brian let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't want to be here," he declared before walking out of their hotel room, unable to stand the situation for a minute longer.
Midnight

Justin had finished packing when he heard the door to their room open. He couldn't help but give a sigh of relief, but his partner's return had little impact when it came to his anger or hurt.

"Hey," Brian tentatively acknowledged as he noticed the packed duffel bag lying on the floor. At least the blond hadn't left without him.

"Hey."

"I uh..." the ad executive hesitated, unsure of what to say, even though he had thought of nothing else for hours as he had aimlessly wandered the streets of Hollywood.

"Don't," Justin cut him off. "You've already ruined my fucking spring break, don't ruin anything else. I don't want to know where you've been," the blond stated as he pulled back the covers to the bed.

"Jus," Brian breathed, as he turned the artist away from the bed and framed the blond's face with his hands."

"What?" Justin sighed, as he felt his heart begin to pound. He couldn't keep subjecting himself to this. It was too painful, too degrading, too much.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Justin whispered as his eyes welled up with tears.

"Justin, don't," Brian hated seeing what he had done to his lover. He didn't think he could bear it if the blond cried.

"Why did you come, Bri?" Justin quietly questioned, as Brian sat down next to him on the bed.

"I...," Brian was at a loss for words. Every part of him was screaming at him to tell Justin the truth. To confront him about the tricking... To stop being a damn coward... To deal with the situation once and for all...

"Why?" Justin asked in an anguished voice, as Brian felt his stomach clench at the pain in Justin's deep blue eyes.

"I missed you," Brian whispered, as his stomach clenched in protest.

"You what?"

"I missed you," Brian repeated. "We no longer get to spend much time together and I thought..."

"You wanted to spend time with me?" Justin interrupted as a look of disbelief crossed his face. "I had no idea, Bri..."

"Look, I know I was an asshole."

"You're always an asshole," Justin smiled weakly. He still couldn't quite believe what his partner was saying. This was so unlike Brian to make an admission like this.

"I know things didn't go the way you would have liked for them to have gone, but I just wanted to be with you, to spend time with you like we used to, to see you give me that sunshine smile..."

"Bri," the blond said, placing his finger on Brian's lips. "I know that I've been tied up with the Deekins campaign, school, the comic, and our family's problems, and I'm sorry," he apologized. "Maybe what we need to do is take a vacation as soon as my exams are finished."

"I think that could be arranged," Brian nodded, not quite believing that he sat here, in this hotel room, on this bed, with the perfect opportunity to challenge Justin about his tricking, and was choosing to lie instead. Lie with a flowery excuse about missing his blond, lie with an excuse that he knew full well would take away the pained expression from his lover's face. While there was some truth to the lie - Brian did miss Justin - it didn't erase the fact that missing blond had nothing to do with his decision to come to L.A. It had nothing to do with the fact he had degraded himself on that silly game show, nor did it have anything to do with the fact he no longer trusted the blond an inch when it came to other men. Yet instead of facing the truth, calling Justin on his bullshit, Brian had chosen the easy way out. A path that he would never in the past have considered. However, this wasn't the past. This was the present, a present with a set of circumstances he could never have imagined.

"We'll go to Ibiza," Brian continued, numbing himself to his lies. "We'll take the $10,000, which will probably be more like $6,000 and spend it on a lavish suite at the Hotel Hacienda Na Xamena. Just imagine fucking in our very own balcony jaccuzi, tanning our asses on the white sandy beaches, and dancing in some of the hottest clubs in the world. I guarantee you'll love it Sunshine," he promised as the blond gave his trademark smile, pleased with Brian's choice.

"Do you promise me, we'll make it there?" While he was thrilled by the idea of a vacation in Spain, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Brian seemed too eager to want to take this trip.

"I promise," Brian vowed, before pulling himself into Justin's arms and holding him tight. Glad the blond couldn't see the pained expression on his face as he wondered how the hell they had gotten themselves into this mess and how the hell he was going to get them out of it.