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urugwaj Thank you soooo much!!Author:
guavejuicePairing:Brian/Justin
Other cannon characters: Mel, Gus, Lindsay, Debbie. Micheal (mentioned)
Beta:Kim
predec2 Can't thank you enough!!!Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
Comments are love.
Britin, early morning in late summer
"You're not still thinking of doing that, are you?" Justin asks as he turns to face his partner in bed, only to discover that Brian has already arisen and walked into their bathroom to take his morning piss… or had he?
"Fuck, don't tell me you're going to do that in here?" Justin sounds a tad mortified as he joins his husband a few moments later. The older man stands in front of the huge mirror in all his glory, holding his cock in the palm of his hand.
"Well…I’m going to have to squirt into a cup at some point… since there's no other way for me to do it, is there?" Brian answers dryly, one eyebrow pointedly raised.
Ten years ago when Mel had opted to have a baby herself, Brian had actually done the unthinkable and offered to be the sperm donor for her, so at least his biological son Gus and the new baby would be related. Back then, her partner Lindsay – Gus’s mom – thought it might be beneficial if Brian was the biological father of both kids. Initially, Brian wanted absolutely nothing to do with the idea of becoming a father again; fortunately for him at the time, for whatever reason Mel had decided not to go through with the procedure. Over time, however, Brian had actually become accustomed to the idea of being the father of another child – seeing how much he had grown to love his son – and when Mel has once again asked him to be the sperm donor recently, he had finally agreed. Even she was aware of what a good father Brian continues to be for Gus, and she instinctively knows, then, that he would be the same way with this new child as well.
Then there was Justin. He was merely a kid himself when Brian had introduced him to the others the night his son was born, but none of them had looked back ever since, and they had stuck together through thick and thin. In fact, it was back when Mel had started looking for potential baby daddies ten years earlier that Brian had tried to do everything he could to distract himself from the broken heart he had incurred as a result of a break up with a certain blond. Fortunately, however, they had overcome that unpleasant time and been able to move on from that.
"Are you sure about this, Brian? Are you sure she's not just trying to manipulate you? I mean, why would she ask you to do this now? It’s been ten years since she and Lindsay separated. How ironic is that? They always said we wouldn't last. Plus, forgive me for asking – fuck knows I’m not an expert in the area of fertility – but isn't she…um… too old for this?" Justin cringes as he mentions the subject, moving closer to his partner and gliding his fingers across his husband’s magnificent, bare chest. "I mean, she had her chance years ago, and she refused. You told me so yourself," he points out.
"Yes, she did,” Brian has to admit. “Fuck! I can't believe she even asked Michael to do that back then, but the asshole refused, too. And they called ME a jerk." Brian lets out a dry huff, still holding onto his dick.
"You're NOT a jerk. I know that better than anybody, but don't worry; I won’t tell,” Justin remarks with a wink. "Okay, enough about it,” he decides. “I can tell you're NOT a happy camper right now. All this talk about baby making with Mel is making you soft. We definitely need to do something about that, don't we? I mean, a man must have his priorities in life, right?" he tends to his partner's rather flaccid penis. "I'm not used to seeing you like that," he groans into Brian's ear. He rises up on his tiptoes to get better access to his man's soft spot just behind his ear while his skilled fingers start to pump Brian's shaft.
"Stop!" Brian whispers under his breath.
"What the fuck, Brian?" Justin growls in surprised frustration as Brian pulls back.
"It's not that I don't want to fuck you right now, Sunshine,” he hastens to explain. “It’s just that I need to keep the ‘goods’ fresh. I mean, my little swimmers are quite talented, but they might need to fight long and hard in order to break that barrier…" Brian remarks, sticking his tongue inside his cheek.
"Ewww… gross! Good thing I didn't have breakfast yet" Justin cuts his partner off in mid-sentence. He sighs in resignation. "Okay… suit yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you. And just so you know, you're gonna owe me big time for this. And I do mean big time," the blond concludes with a raised eyebrow for emphasis.
“I’m going to close my eyes and think of YOU so I can do this; you know that, right?" Brian asks before he pushes Justin out of the bathroom.
"You better be," Justin smirks before Brian closes the door, leaving Justin standing in the hallway.
As he walks back into the bedroom, Justin can clearly hear Brian's labored breathing increasing, and his grunts becoming more vocal before he discharges his load into a clinical, plastic cup.
As disturbing as the image is to him, Justin can't help but smile. God! He loves this man so much. Walking into the kitchen and turning the coffee machine on a few minutes later, he feels a pleasant twitch in his own cock, knowing he'll be in this man's arms later tonight.
What a sweet compensation it will be.
_ _ _ _ _
Britin – three weeks before the holidays, early morning
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually very grateful that you went through with this baby project, Brian," Justin whispers under his breath as Brian collapses on top of him in bed after yet another wild ride. “I know we needed to work long and hard hours into the night at first to banish the very idea from our minds, though. I mean…to think that Mel's egg actually liked your sperm. Urghhh!! But what the fuck. OUR sex life has never been better,” he explain with a grin, letting out a contented sigh as Brian rolls off him and pulls him closer.
He curls his lips under as he replies, “I’m not surprised. Everyone is attracted to my sperm, whether they’re male OR female,” he quips, his voice deep and husky in the after throes of their fucking. His long, lean, sweaty body envelops Justin's petite frame as he spoons his lover, running his fingers through Justin's damp strands of hair. They lay together in sweet silence in their dimly lit bedroom, catching their breaths and simply enjoying each other's closeness.
"She said she wanted everything to be legal. Not like…the last time," Brian says quietly after a while as the first rays of the winter’s sun filter through the floor-to-ceiling French windows.
"That’s the way it should be. It's YOUR baby, too, after all…" Justin responds. "I hope she knows what a great father you are to Gus. I mean, for all intents and purposes, he practically lives here now," he continues, turning in Brian's arms to face him.
"Maybe that's why she asked me; I don’t know, to be honest.” Brian shrugs before lifting himself abruptly off the mattress.
"Must you go now?" Justin huffs in protest, rolling into Brian's side of the bed and snuggling deeper into the mattress, trying to soak up every bit of warmth from where Brian had been resting a few minutes ago.
"Kinnetik won't run itself, you know. Plus, it is the holiday season when generosity and good spirit abound," Brian reminds him innocently, appearing to be sincere. But Justin is onto him in an instant.
"Right! You hate the holiday season!" Justin points out with a grin.
"True…But I AM about to be a father of two now.” Brian reminds his husband. He shudders. “So I guess I’ll have to ditch the Scrooge impersonation, at least when I’m around them.” He pauses for a moment before his expression grows more serious. “By the way,” he begins softly. “I don't know how I would have made it through all this without you.” Kneeling on the bed, he presses his lips to Justin's.
"You didn't,” he replies as soon as they break off the kiss and Brian chuckles, rolling his eyes in amusement. “Raising a fourteen-year-old has been a hell of a job. I’m just glad I could be there for you," Justin tells him more seriously. “I’ll always be there for you – AND your children,” he whispers against Brian’s mouth.
"You do recall that you were a rather spoiled brat yourself when I met you," Brian replies, wanting to lighten up the heartfelt moment before it threatens to overwhelm him.
"Fuck you, Kinney!” Justin exclaims as Brian grins back at him mischievously. “Must you ALWAYS ruin a perfect moment with your bullshit?" Justin bemoans. He then rolls onto his back, stretching his naked body on the mattress. "Can't you stay for just a little while longer? Pleeease?" he beseeches him, purring like a kitten. Normally that gets Justin whatever he wants. But not today, unfortunately, despite his best efforts.
"No can do, twat. Gotta go. Oh, and don't wait up. Mel asked me to be there for her four-month doctor's appointment this afternoon, or whatever the shit they call it,” Brian informs him as he turns to get ready.
"Fuck it! See? What did I tell you? I knew it! And you agreed to go with her?" Justin's voice trails off as he shakes his head in disbelief.
"What the hell? It is MY kid, you said so yourself, right?" Brian replies, a little miffed. "Stop queening out on me and getting so melodramatic.”
"I'm NOT! Well… maybe just a little bit,” Justin concedes after a pause. “I mean, fuck, Brian! Mel was never your biggest fan.” Justin pulls himself into a sitting position in bed.
“No, she wasn’t,” Brian admits in agreement, his hands on his hips. “But just maybe Mel and I are actually more similar than we ever cared to admit.” He sighs. “I don’t know, Sunshine, but the fact is the deed is done, and now we have to share this… thing; this responsibility." Brian looms over Justin's torso on the mattress. "But don't worry, you're stuck with me no matter what," he remarks with a smirk, smacking Justin's perfectly shaped ass as he turns again to go.
"You sure you can stomach going to a doctor’s appointment with her? I can tell you're scared shitless," Justin declares.
"Not as scared as being stuck with you,” Brian deadpans.
"Smart ass," Justin replies 'Want me to be there with you to hold your hand? " he teases as Brian walks toward the bathroom to shave.
“No, thanks,” is the dry response. “I think I got it covered.” Justin flops back down onto the bed, just before Brian suddenly returns.
“On the other hand…It might not be such a bad idea, actually," Brian says, reappearing in the bedroom with his favorite large, red towel wrapped around his waist.
“Being in my brilliant company? You know it,” Justin smirks. “But I’ll stay here and let you take care of her hormone-driven episodes.”
“Thanks a lot,” Brian growls as Justin grins back at him.
“Come on, you sperm-making machine,” he whispers sexily. “I need one more round before you hit the road," he pleads. A few seconds later, he is groaning into Brian's open mouth as his husband has no choice but to comply with his lover’s demands.
_ _ _ _ _
A week later – Christmas Tree Farm in West Virginia
"This is NOT how I wanted to spend my Sunday morning," Brian grumbles as he shuffles his feet through endless rows of trees. It seems like the trees available go on forever, and they are all beginning to look exactly alike to him.
“Come on, Brian! Didn’t you have a Christmas tree growing up?" Mel inquires, cradling her growing belly under her heavy winter coat.
"Right…Trust me, Santa skipped our fucking house – except for the booze he always seem to leave for my mother and father,” he quietly replies, not wanting to relieve the abhorrent memories. “Yeah…it was real festive. The only tree WE ever had was the branch my father used to go out and find so he could use it to beat the shit out of me.”
“That’s awful!” Mel comments, her eyes wide with sympathy.
Brian shudders, for just a moment feeling again like that scared little boy he used to be years ago – before the mask drops back into place. “Forget it,” he tells her curtly. “That was a long time ago.”
Unconvinced, nevertheless Mel realizes Brian does not want to discuss it any further as she turns to Justin to ask, "What about you, Justin? What were your Christmases like?”
“Well, they were okay when I was growing up; good, actually. Until my dad left after the divorce. We tried to keep up the tradition after that…but it was never the same again.” His eyes glisten as he remembers what he had lost, even though his father had treated him like gum on his shoe after he had discovered he was gay.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to…" Mel replies, regretting bringing up the question at all.
"It’s okay," he dismisses her apology, knowing she must see the unspent tears in his eyes. “It’s my allergies,” he explains. “All this pine.”
She nods, trying to play along, even though she knows better.
"Can we go now? It's fucking freezing out here," Brian grouses.
“We don’t have a tree yet!” Mel reminds him as she and Justin watch him throw up his hands and head back toward their vehicle. She sighs as she looks around. “Okay, fine; let's go with THIS one then," she tells Justin, finally pointing at one of the trees. "It's not all that tall…but then again, my apartment isn't, either." She shrugs, sweeping the hair off her face. Justin can't help but notice that she has changed a lot from the last time they had met. Her face and figure are fuller now, and her hair has grown much longer, but it's not just that. As corny as it sounds, he detects a certain softness in her, maybe even that maternal glow that everyone always talks about.
"So…Mel, how about YOU? Did you have a tree growing up?" Justin asks her softly.
"Yeah, but it was more like a Chrismukah tree,” she tells him, signaling one of the employees who’s carrying a chainsaw that they are ready for him to cut the tree they’ve chosen.
"What's that?" Justin inquires, frowning.
"It's when you put the Hanukkah menorah next to the Christmas tree; it’s a way of observing both traditions," she explains. "Lindsay and I actually tried to do that for a while when Gus was little, but it didn't last that long…" Her voice trails off with regret. Perhaps if things had been different between her and Lindsay in a lot of areas, they would still be together. But it was too late for that now, and she had a little one about to be born that needed her full concentration.
"Well… I've been thinking that since Gus is staying with us at Britin anyway, we could get a larger tree and you could come over if you like. Bring your Hanukkah things, too, if you want," Justin adds. “I think it’s good that Gus learns to commemorate both events, don’t you?”
"Yes,” she tells him, touched by his thoughtfulness. “If Brian is okay with it, then I accept," Mel replies. “Thank you,” she adds sincerely as he nods back at her.
"Don’t worry; I’ll find a way to convince him," Justin replies with a grin.
"I'm sure you will," Mel tells him with a knowing smile as he blushes.
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Britin, a few hours later
"Look, I know you hate the holidays, but… I promise I'll make it up to you," Justin whispers huskily, seductively climbing onto Brian's lap as they lounge on the rug in front of the fireplace in their vast living room, watching the hypnotic flames flickering as the robust wood fire crackles and hisses. "It could be a very interesting social experiment," he continues, tugging on the waistband of his partner's sweat pants. "Plus, Gus will be here, so it won’t be all that bad," he purrs as his hand slides underneath the stretchy fabric.
"Fuck! You do drive a hard bargain, Taylor!" Brian moans, throwing his head back as Justin's fingers travel inside his pants and possessively grasp his cock. Justin smiles then, knowing what Brian’s answer will be.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Christmas Eve, Britin
"Everything looks great. Thanks for inviting me here,” Mel greets the two men as she looks around the beautifully decorated room. Gus, Brian's older son whom she raised in collaboration with her now estranged partner, is sitting on one of the large sofas, passionately discussing some comic book related topic with Justin. A large, adorned Christmas tree stands in the corner, and a fully lit menorah rests on a small, oak table nearby. "And… for what it's worth, I'm kind of relieved Michael turned down my offer years ago, and that you picked up where he left off, so to speak.”
Brian doesn't answer, seemingly fascinated by Mel’s large, protruding abdomen which seems so out of place on someone so relatively slender.
"Yes, this is going to be one very lucky baby girl," she decides, rubbing her belly. She eyes them sheepishly. "Sorry for rambling on so much. Must be the hormones talking,” she continues with half a smile.
Brian snickers. “Don’t worry about it. If you live with Justin, you get accustomed to rambling.”
"Hey! Fuck off, old man!" Justin lashes back playfully. Gus giggles at the adults before his face lights up as the front door opens and Debbie walks in with Lindsay in tow.
"Your dad said I could come along," Lindsay explains as Gus looks at her questioningly and she smiles back at him affectionately. She peers over then at her ex-partner a little awkwardly as she states, “I hope you don’t mind that I’m here.”
Truthfully, it IS somewhat uncomfortable on both their parts. But it IS also Christmas and Hanukah, a time for tolerance and acceptance. So she shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. Our son wants you here, so I’m fine with it.” Still, she can’t help asking, “How’s your girlfriend? Brittany?”
“Barbara,” Lindsay quietly corrects her. “She’s fine; she’s spending the holidays with her parents.”
Mel nods back at her before Debbie purposely clears her throat to remind them their son is listening in on everything they’re saying, and they need to change the subject.
“Well, everyone’s here now,” Debbie states. “How about we start dinner?”
“Right this way,” Justin tells them as he guides them down the hallway to the dining room; the table is tastefully but elegantly decorated with a large candle and flower centerpiece, and ivory-colored china, the stemware gleaming in the candlelight. Soon everyone takes their seats as Brian grabs his fork and clangs it a few times against his wine glass to get everyone’s attention.
“A toast. Here’s to this fan-fucking-tastic, kwazy family," he quips. "As you may know, I'm not too fond of holidays…” Everyone snickers over that comment as he continues. “But this year has been one hell of a ride, so we might as well drink to what has been, and what is yet to be.” Everyone raises their glass of wine and says, “Cheers,” along with Gus and Mel, who have to be content with non-alcoholic, sparkling wine.
"For someone who claims to not like speaking in public, that was actually a decent toast, Mr. Kinney," Justin whispers in Brian's ear afterward as everyone begins to pass around the bowls of food to take a portion. “Well, I propose we do some private toasting of our own later this evening.” He reaches over to briefly squeeze Brian’s dick through his pants, making his husband moan softly.
“Justin…” he warns him, but his husband merely smiles brightly at everyone and asks for the cranberry sauce as if nothing had happened. Little fucker…
Finally, after enough ‘proper’ time had passed, Justin rises from the table in a subtle directive that it is time to move everything into the living room for coffee and dessert. He begins to gather up the soiled dishes as he invites the others to head into the living room, telling them they are his and Brian’s guests today and insisting they not help him in the kitchen. “Go,” he even tells Debbie. “Brian will help me clear the table. Won’t you, Brian?” he asks, as he winks meaningfully at his husband.
“Uh…sure, Sunshine,” Brian tells him as the two men hurriedly scoop up the dishes and head into the kitchen. After a few kisses by the dishwasher and some intense grouping with Justin’s back pressed against the kitchen sink, they finally make it back to their guests, impatiently waiting until enough time had reasonably passed before Justin advises them that they are ‘awfully’ exhausted after their long day, and they need to get some sleep. Of course, no one believes that, but they decide to not say anything.
“Okay, Honey,” Debbie tells Justin with a smile. “We’ll just stay up a little longer down here and talk…so we don’t disturb your sleep.” Justin can’t help blushing as the two men quickly offer their goodnights to their guests and hurriedly head up the staircase.
A few minutes later, both men are fully naked and lying on their bed, giving each other a little Christmas cheer of their own.
“Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, Brian,” Justin murmurs afterward as they cuddle together in post-coital contentment.
Brian rolls his eyes. “You, too, Sunshine. And to all a very good night.”
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great story
Date: 2014-12-16 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: great story
Date: 2014-12-16 08:22 pm (UTC)And btw- Brian is not with a girl of course, he's just the baby's daddy in that 'verse :)
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Date: 2014-12-16 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-17 05:08 am (UTC)Happy holidays!
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Date: 2014-12-16 09:46 pm (UTC)I like the idea of Brian fathering Mel's baby, it should have been that way on the show... Maybe it will be in the movie...
Later Darling ~ Kathleen ♥♥♥
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Date: 2014-12-17 05:11 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your sweet supportive feedback
Happy holidays
*hugs*
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Date: 2014-12-16 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-17 05:15 am (UTC)Happy holidays
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2014-12-17 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-17 12:35 pm (UTC)And btw- since it is an AU there's no JR. Mel's baby in the story is a girl, though :)
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Date: 2014-12-18 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-18 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-21 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-21 02:17 pm (UTC)Take care <3
*hugs*