A Bundle of Joy- B/J One Shot

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
Brian's POV
A/N:Originally written for monthly challenge @EKG_club
A/N2:Randy pics found on Twitter.
I own nothing but this story.
Comments are love.

-Early evening, Britin-

I'm pacing back and forth in the living room , peering through the window into the driveway. Where the fuck is he? I wouldn't dare call him again or else he would think I have turned into a Jewish mother –or Debbie- but I am seriously starting to worry.

I glance at the take out box on the kitchen counter pondering if I should start unpacking everything and set the table. The dining room feels way too big for just the two of us so I opt for our living room table instead. We would of course have to sit down on the living room carpet to get to the table and then we would have to place our dinner plates on our knees with our legs folded under us but I wouldn't mind and I'm sure he wouldn't either. In fact I think he might like it. HE might like the idea of me- Brian Kinney who never eats carbs after 7p.m let alone eats on the floor- doing something for HIM and on Valentine's day of all days no less BUT I don't mind that either. Fuck I even get a bit excited just thinking about it. I can see him standing there in the hall way. I can see him in my mind's eyes. Standing there looking all boyish and delicious as he was the night I met him, standing there sporting a devilish grin that would turn into a wide smirk and then becomes a bright Sunshine smile that would light up a room and make me lose myself in him like there's no tomorrow.

A loud banging noise on the front door brings me back to reality. I'm even quite startled to be honest. Who could this be? It can't possibly be him. HE used to lose his key all the time but not anymore, especially after I bought him that designer key chain last year on Vday.

The banging on my door wouldn't stop. On the contrary. It becomes even louder. FUCK! Could it be that St. Joan somehow remembered I existed and came all the way up here to bang on my door and torture me? Hell no! I wouldn't have HER here under no circumstance even at the risk of missing the expression on her face once she found out I'm a legally married man now. She would probably roll her eyes and huff a dry remark about how gay marriage are not legal anyway in the eyes of god and church or something to that affect.

NO, it can't be her.

Then who the fuck is that? It can't be Gus. At fifteen years old the lad is way too busy with school and soccer practice these days to visit us here on the weekends unless it's a very festive one and since Vday doesn't mean much to him I rule out the possibility it might be him.

It can't be Debbie either. Debbie would never knock on my door. Back in the day she would always let herself into my loft unannounced no matter what –or who- I was doing at any given time. In any case it can't be her now. She and Carl are having a romantic Vday getaway in Florida. I know because she told me so herself after she smacked me on the head and told me off for not being as romantic as she knew I could be.

It can't be Mel (even though the lady has been known to create quite a racket in her time) and it can't be Lindsay either. They're at this women-only retreat in the woods for the weekend. I know that because they told me so themselves the other day (luckily it was before my lunch break so there was no risk of me puking in the board room over the mental image of an all-female get together in the wild…)

Okay, that does it. There's only one way to find out who's bothering me at the door. I drag my feet from the living room to the hallway but before I get to the front door I take a glance at my phone to check on the time. It's 8 p.m. He was supposed to be here two hours ago. Where the fuck is he?

The banging and thumping gets louder the closer I get to the front door which gets on my nerves even more than before.

I pull the heavy wooden door open. A gust of chilling February wind welcomes me but that's not as mind bugling as the site I see before me.

A boyish petite figure- that apparently belongs to one Justin Taylor, my lawful wedded husband- stands there all bundled up that I can hardly notice his face.

"What the fuck are you doing there?" I blur out.

"And hello to you too," he sneers, sporting his signature devilish grin.

" Well… what took you so long? Don't just stand there. Get inside," I urge him.

"I… I can't," He says.

"What do you mean you can't?" I raise an eyebrow at him. Next thing he'll tell me HE doesn't do romance just when I went through all the trouble of arranging a quiet night at home with a special order of his favorite take out of hamburger and fries.

"I… just… can't..." he repeats himself. I look at him sideways in dismay. He's still wrapped up in his heavy black winter coat, thick grey scarf is wrapped around his neck and his black beany is pulled over his forehead under the hoodie of the overcoat.




"Come on, it can't be all that bad. Go on, take your coat and everything else off, " I try to tease him but to no avail.

"I...told you, I… can't," he insists. He's still sporting that grin on his face but I can now tell he's shivering.



Okay… looks like I HAVE to do something. Fast.

I reach my hand out to grab his. The guy is almost frozen solid but not in a 'The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway' way. He looks like he just arrived from fucking North Pole not fucking down town Pittsburgh.

" Fuck Justin, let's get you into a hot shower. Then once I'll lit the fire place in the living room you'll get better in no time," I tell him sounding like one of my own old ad campaigns but I really couldn't care less at the moment.

I help him through the hallway into the warm living room then walk him upstairs.

When we reach the bathroom I help him take off his damp coat and million other layers he's wearing underneath. I can feel he's still stiff but not in a positive life affirming way. Not just yet, anyway.

_ _ _ _ _


"Better now?" I ask as he's finally sitting beside me on the rag in front of the fire place in the living room half an hour later, dressed in his warn out grey sweat pants and long sleeve T shirt, wrapped in a soft thick wool blanket.

"Yeah, much better," He's finally able to smile brightly.

"Good, cause you scared the hell out of me earlier, " I whisper into his mouth as I press into him to kiss him on his lips.

"Why Mr. Kinney, I thought you don't do romance…" he smiles back at me, his blue deep orbs sparkle reassuring me he's good as new.

"So what the hell happen?" I inquire.

"I was driving home from the gallery but just before I reached the exit to the highway a snow storm hit and I got stuck in a traffic jam until the heavy snow stopped. THEN my car's engine AND my phone died so I had to walk a few miles to the nearest gas station so someone could help me replace that fucking thing, " he explains, stretching his toes to play with mine. Just as he does that his stomach growls . After living with Justin for so many years I became accustomed to this particular sound. Hell I've even learned to like it.

"Care for some dinner?" I suggest.

"I thought you'd never ask. I can fix us something right away," he says.

"Don't bother, I took the liberty of pre ordering us a little something, In fact it's not so little. I made sure they supersized it,"

"Oh, wow, you never cease to amaze me Kinney, I'll say that," He points out as I bring the food from the kitchen and place everything on the living room table, cutlery plates and two bottles of beer included.

" Thanks for dinner. It was fabulous, " He mutters quietly later on after we finish eating. "And speaking of super sized…" He continues in a gravely voice, "I have to admit all this excitement made me horny as hell…" he flips on his stomach beside me, resting his head right in my crouch area. Snaking his skilled fingers into my sweat pants he pulls them downwards to free my already leaking half hard cock. I arch my back and throw my head backwards in anticipation ready to indulge myself on my own Vday treat courtesy of my knowledgeable passionate partner.

"Justin? What the fuck?" I protest loudly as I try to figure out why he's not going any further with his licking and sucking. Justin would rarely pass an opportunity to blow me. I look down at him only to realize he'd passed out on the rag with his face pressed against my knees.

I really don't want to wake him. He's had quite an eventful evening. I snake my hands under him to support his back and then carry him in my arms all the way upstairs to our bed to take his clothes off and tuck him in. I'd rather let him have a good night sleep now so he'll compensate me bright and early tomorrow morning, I think to myself as I gaze at my beautiful bundle of joy sleeping beside me in our toasty specious bedroom.

Yes, I'm ever the romantic, I know.

******************************

Comments

[blossomlegs.livejournal.com]

What a lovely Valentine treat.
Thanks so much for sharing!
JoAnn

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for taking the time to read and comment. Your supportive warm feedback means a lot to me. So pleased to know you enjoyed it :)

[har2.livejournal.com]

Aww. Such a sweet Valentine story.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your super supportive feedback means a lot to me. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this :)

[lorie-s.livejournal.com]

Very sweet. I love romantic Brian. Poor sleepy Justin.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your sweet thoughtful feedback means a lot to me :) So pleased to know you enjoyed this one :)

♥

[hikinggirl70.livejournal.com]

That was great!

Re: ♥

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for taking the time to go back and read my One Shots and leave such supportive comments. I'm really thrilled to know you enjoyed this one. It means a lot :)