Baby I Can Feel Your Halo- B/J AU series Part 5/8

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
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A/N:This is NOT a WIP
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Part 5

- Lindsay’s apartment, Sunday morning-

"Gus? Are you ready? Your mom is picking you up in fifteen minutes," Lindsay reminds him, trying to encourage her teenage son. It's not easy for her to juggle her counseling workload at school, along with things at home lately, not to mention having to work with her ex and see to it that their son gets to spend the weekends there every other week.

Things have been more complicated since the beginning of the school year, and twice as challenging for Lindsay when it comes to communicating with her own son. It wasn’t just her son’s obstinacy and rebellious streak that was bothering her, however; the house call she and Brian had paid to Daphne Chanders a few months ago regarding her daughter, Jennifer, had also taken its toll on her, even in ways she didn’t comprehend at first.

Lindsay never spoke about it to anyone in school, but her own story wasn't that different from Daphne Chanders’. Although it wasn’t exactly the same, because Lindsay hadn’t been a teen mom back then, her son and Daphne’s daughter did have something in common: neither of them knew who their real father was. While Jennifer had been conceived the old-fashioned way, Lindsay’s son had been born through the use of an anonymous sperm donor.

About the same time that she and Mel separated, Gus began to ask questions about his father. Lindsay honestly didn’t really know anything about the donor, so she couldn’t be much help to her son in discovering his identity. With Gus almost 17 and in his senior year, however, she knew if her determined son really wanted to find out more about his father, there would be no stopping him until he figured out his identity.

"I'm not going!" Gus screams at the top of his lungs as he stomps down the stairs, bringing Lindsay back to the present.

"Gus! You know she’s expecting you! You promised last weekend that you'd go. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom," the tall, slender, auburn-haired teen declares. "In fact, I'm going out," he says, grabbing his backpack and his grey hoodie as he heads toward the door.

"Out? Where? You've gone out almost every day after school for the past month! Come on, Gus! What should I tell her?" Lindsay asks. “She’s going to be disappointed.” Standing at the bottom of the stairs, she still can’t admit it to herself just yet, but when it comes to dealing with her son she's almost at her wit's end. “Gus!” she shouts at him, but he ignores her, the door banging behind him as he storms out of the house.

She picks up her phone, taking a moment to think if she should call Melanie and let her know what’s going on. Changing her mind, she presses a different button on her speed dial.

"Brian? It's me," she whispers into the receiver, frantic. “I'm sorry to call you so early this morning…but I have no one to turn to," she says.

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-A few moments later, Brian and Justin's bedroom, Britin-

Brian leans back against the bed’s headboard as he hears what sounds like desperation in his friend’s voice; his beautiful, naked partner is sleeping peacefully beside him with his right arm lazily sung across his chest. Brian cradles the phone to his ear, trying to figure out what is causing the anxiety in his friend’s voice. Something tells him that it’s probably related to his friend’s teenage son, Gus, since that seems to be the typical focus of her concern.

He and Justin had never really discussed the possibility of having kids; it wasn’t that he wasn’t necessarily against the idea, but after some of the things his friend had told him regarding her son, he wondered about the wisdom of ever considering it.

"What is it, Lindz?" he asks quietly, calling her by the nickname that he rarely uses.

Just as he suspects, she confirms wearily, "It's Gus.”

"What about him?" Brian asks, carefully turning to sit on the edge of the bed as he tries not to wake his husband up. Justin is normally a fairly deep sleeper, and has been known to remain asleep through some pretty noisy mornings, but oddly enough, whenever Brian leaves his side he tends to notice right away. And once his husband is awake, he can quickly become both a demanding and insatiable lover. Brian has to smile at that thought, since that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, as he refocused his attention on his friend.

"He was supposed to spend the weekend over at Melanie's, but he refused to go,” Lindsay informs him. "When I confronted him about it, he just took off and left.” She sighs. “I know I haven't talked about it much at work, but it's getting really challenging dealing with him lately. He's almost never home, and when he runs off I don't know where he is, or what he's up to. And on top of that, he's…" she stops in mid-sentence, choked with emotion.

"Lindsay? Are you okay? Talk to me," Brian urges his friend, easily discerning how upset she is. By this time, Justin had flipped his eyes open, rolling over toward Brian's side of the bed and peering over at him with his bright blue orbs. "What's wrong?" he mouths at Brian. The taller man shakes his head at him and whispers, “Later,” as Justin nods, wondering what exactly is happening.

"He's been really restless lately, and I can't blame him. With everything that's been going on between Melanie and me…" she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "But now he's started asking more questions about his dad, and wanting answers that I really can't give him. He’s never at home when I arrive from school, and…I don't know… I don't know how to deal with it."

Unable to hear what's being said, Justin can nevertheless tell by his lover's angst-ridden expression that it's not a cheerful exchange. Justin lifts himself off the mattress to a sitting position, wrapping his arms around Brian's lower back from behind and gently resting his chin on his man’s shoulder.

"Hang in there, Lindz. You'll figure something out. Everything will be okay.” Brian spends a few more moments reassuring her before finally disconnecting the call and turning to face his husband. He bends his head, resting it on Justin's shoulders as he wraps his long, lean, arms around Justin's lower back. His legs envelop the younger man's thighs, both of their bare cocks quickly hardening as they rub against each other.

Justin swallows hard, but keeps silent. Brian's tongue slides into his mouth as he plunges in even deeper. "We're so fucking lucky," Brian whispers in heartfelt gratitude when they eventually break off their kiss. Justin sighs in pleasure as Brian's tongue leaves a long trail of saliva down his neck and collar bone before nuzzling the sensitive spot behind his ear, sending tantalizing shock waves across his body. He uses his legs to tighten his grip around Brian's waist, increasing the friction between their rock hard cocks. Within minutes, both men reach an explosive climax, and Lindsay’s unexpected call is temporarily forgotten.
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As Justin fixes some breakfast for the two of them later, Brian finally has a chance to mull over his and Lindsay’s conversation. He is aware that his friend has a teenage son, even though she rarely mentions him. He recalled how adamant Lindsay had been when she and Mel had decided not to have Gus attend Baldwin, because at the time they thought it would be too awkward for him having both parents working at the same school that he attended.

Not for the first time, he reflects upon what it might be like for him to have a son Gus’s age. In fact, there was a possibility that he DID have a son the same age. Unbeknownst to Justin, back when he had attended college, Brian had found himself at a fertility clinic, donating his sperm in exchange for a modest payment to offset some student loans that he had accumulated. He smiles in recollection, remembering how he and some of his friends had hoped that the ad in the paper asking for ‘healthy, young men’ would wind up being a little more adventurous and exciting than squirting into some cup. Most of his friends had scoffed at the idea and decided against doing it, but he wound up going through with it, deciding there was a certain poetic justice in envisioning some hetero couple or a snobby, waspish, spoiled, rich kid winding up with a child whose genes included a fag to the nth degree. Since that day, he really hadn’t given it anymore thought. After he began to work at Baldwin, he remembered when Lindsay had become pregnant, but he really hadn’t given it much thought at the time. Now he realizes that – just like with his experience – the boy’s father could literally be anyone who – just like him – had made a one-time donation in exchange for a little cash. How many other kids out there were experiencing the same situation as Lindsay’s son?

“Brian, breakfast’s ready!” he heard Justin calling him.

“Coming!”

“Not now, later; I’m starved!” was the impertinent reply.

Brian grinned as he headed toward the kitchen, thoughts of his youth – and Lindsay’s present turmoil – pushed aside for now.

TBC...