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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Erm, hi Justin.” Molly said hesitantly, her face bright red, as she waved a bound hand towards her brother.
Justin didn’t notice, he stormed out of the room. Brian raised his eyebrows at the two “get dressed.” And followed his irate little blonde.
He found Justin sitting head in hands on the sofa in the great room. Brian bit his lip trying not to laugh. He sat down beside him.
“Well, at least she’s not dating someone too old for her.”
Justin had never wanted to hit Brian so much in his life. “Fuck you.”
”Oh, come on, it’s funny, except for the part where they’re on our 1200 thread count sheets, that fuckers going to pay for those.”
“Brian there is nothing funny about this!”
Brian was about to list the numerous amusing things in the situation when both Hunter and Molly quietly came down the steps hoping to escape unnoticed. Their attempt failed.
“Get the fuck over here!” Justin yelled, standing up his face red with anger, and his voice brooking no argument. Brian wanted to mention to Justin that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, had about half a dozen hickeys currently visible and one that was disappearing into his waistband but thought better of it and instead simply threw his discarded sweater to him.
Justin was pacing now as Molly red faced and quiet and Hunter, relaxed and seemingly amused sat on the sofa across from them.
Justin tried to gather his thoughts, he tried to focus but all he could think about was killing Hunter in about a thousand different ways. As each new method came to him he turned and paced in the other direction.
Brian wanted to say something, to calm Justin down, to maybe convince Molly that her brother wasn’t about to kill her, although he wasn’t entirely sure of that, and to get Hunter to wipe that smug satisfied smile off his face. He had no idea what to say to accomplish any of this so he leaned against the doorframe of the dining room watching the scene play out.
Finally Justin gave up with creative ideas and just lunged, deciding he’d figure out how to remove Hunters head, including that obnoxious grin once he had his arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
Brian watched Justin stop pacing, he saw him lunge, and realized that maybe he was more upset than he’d originally factored. He tried to pull him off of Hunter. Molly was screaming, and Hunters arms were flailing about. Brian didn’t blame him but he’d be damned if he’d let him hit Justin anyway. He finally got the blonde under control, or at least off of Hunter. He held him, Justin wasn’t comforted, he struggled.
“Justin, c’mon, you’re not going to accomplish anything this way.”
”I don’t want to accomplish anything, I want to kill him.” With renewed strength Justin tried again to escape Brian's hold.
“STAY HERE.” Brian commanded the younger couple as he maneuvered the struggling man into the kitchen. He handed him a bottle of water from the fridge.
Justin threw it at Brian's head. He ducked and tried again not to laugh. “What exactly is the issue here?”
”He’s fucking my sister!”
”I’m fucking her brother, you don’t see her trying to take my head off.”
”That’s different.”
“Why?”
”Because he’s fucking my sister.”
“Glad we’re using logic.”
“Brian do you have a sister?”
“Yeah, you’ve met her, she’s a cunt.”
“And you don’t care who fucks her?”
Brian tried to think if he’d ever cared, but he hadn’t, he and his sister didn’t have that kind of relationship. “My family is a bad template to use.”
Justin’s breathing was more regular now, his face less mottled with rage, “He still needs to die.”
“Justin, has forbidding a couple to be together ever worked?”
Justin took a deep breath. “No. That’s why he has to die.”
Brian ran a hand through his hair, and then pinched the bridge of his nose trying to figure out a way to get this over soon, he still had plans to fuck Justin, well, once they’d changed the sheets. “Why don’t you just go talk to them.”
“Because he has to die.”
“Would you stop fucking saying that.”
“Why?”
”Because you and Mikey are finally on good terms if you kill Hunter that might change.”
“Oh fuck, we should call Michael and Ben.”
“Yes, because they’ll be rational and helpful.”
”Brian?”
”Yes sunshine?”
”Will you help me kill him, we could bury him behind the lake, no one needs to know.”
“You know, eventually someone was going to fuck your sister, she’s 17.” Brian thought about adding that Hunter may not even be the first, but he wasn’t sure how much Justin could take before his head exploded. He handed Justin a beer, and then poured him a double Gray Goose. “Drink this, and then go talk to them, your sister’s scared to death, and I’m sure you’ll find just the right words to put the fear of god, and big brothers everywhere into Hunter.”
Justin swallowed the drink in a single gulp and held out the glass. Brian refilled it. When Justin was somewhat calmer, they both carried their beer back towards the couple that was currently involved in some heavy petting on the sofa. Justin lunged again, but this time Brian held him back more easily and the couple separated quickly upon hearing the commotion.
“How long.” It was the first almost rational thing Justin had said since he’d come home.
“Justin, we’ve been dating for a while.”
“How long is a while Mollusk?”
“Don’t call me that, and like three months.”
Justin buried his face in his hands again. “That’s not a while.”
“Well how long were you and Brian together before you…” she trailed off. Brian smirked, wondering how Justin was going to answer this one because twenty minutes seemed like it might actually be exaggerating the truth.
“That’s not the point.”
“I really like Molly.” Hunter broke in, “and I don’t see why this is such a big deal to you.”
“She’s my sister.” Justin said, teeth gritted and brain spinning. He knew, logically that he was being ridiculous, that she was the same age he was when he met Brian, that she’d waited three months longer than he had. He knew all of this and what he couldn’t stop was the irrational anger that someone was touching his sister. He suddenly understood how hard his relationship with Brian must have been on his mother, gay or straight, Jesus, she’s just a kid.
“You’re just a kid.”
Molly snorted, “hardly.”
“Look, I wouldn’t hurt her, and we were safe.” Justin had forgotten, had put it out of his mind, his anger had been about something else. Hunter was positive. FUCK!
Brian watched the change in Justin's features, and realized that things were actually now more dangerous. “Hunter, go home.”
Hunter protested. “Hunter. Go. Home.” Brian said, leading the kid towards the door, “You’ll see Molly again I promise.”
“Like you’d have anything to say about it.” Brian considered helping Justin bury him behind the lake, but settled for pushing the littlest hustler out the door and closing it behind him.
“I’ll be upstairs, changing the sheets.” He looked at Molly pointedly and she blushed a similar shade to her brother. “You two should talk.”
Molly moved to sit next to her brother, taking his hand in hers. “Justin.”
“Yeah?”
”You okay?”
”No.”
”I am.”
”No you’re not.”
Molly was trying to be understanding, but Justin was being a dick.
“Fuck you I am fine.”
“Molly, he’s positive.” Justin said it quietly.
”You think I don’t know that? Do you really think I’m some dumb kid who’d just go off and sleep with a guy she didn’t even know?” Justin buried his head deeper into his hands, trying to battle the horrible screams of hypocrite that were assailing his brain from within.
“I know everything about him, his shitty mother, his shitty life, his shitty disease. He’s a good man, he’s a nice guy, he opens doors, and when we’re alone he’s different, not so arrogant and annoying and he likes me, and I love him and why can’t you just be happy for me?”
Justin wanted to call his mother and apologize for everything ever.
“Because you’re my little sister and I worry about you.”
“Yeah well I haven’t been a little girl for a while, and you haven’t been around much, in case you forgot.”
Justin looked up sharply. His eyes meeting Molly’s, he knew what she’d said was true. He’d left when she was 12, and hadn’t lived at home since, they’d stayed in contact but not like they should have, not like he should have. “Christ Molly, I’m sorry, I’ve been a shitty brother.”
“No Justin, you’ve been fine, but you can’t just walk in now and start telling me what to do.”
“Okay, lets start here, how bout if I can tell you what you can’t do IN MY BED!”
Molly looked down at her hands. “Hunter said you wouldn’t be back until late tonight or tomorrow.”
“But why here?”
”Well we can’t all have old boyfriend with their own apartments.” Justin gave a half smile. “You should dump him, and join a convent.”
“We’re not catholic.”
“Then just dump him and…”
“I’m not gonna dump him Justin, I love him.”
He wanted to tell her that there was no way to know who you loved at 17, but then he heard Brian coming down the steps and realized nothing he said was going to make an impact.
“Does mom know?”
”About Hunter?”
“No, about your mid term exams.”
”She knows I’ve been seeing someone and that he’s about my age, she wants to meet him.”
”She already has.”
“She doesn’t know that part yet.”
“What about Michael and Ben?”
”Yeah they know, but not about using your house, Hunter said Michael would kill him.”
”Michaels not the only one.” Brian said, lounging easily on the chair. “What the fuck were you doing in our room?”
”We already covered this.” Justin said.
Brian nodded, taking the hint to shut up.
“Moll, let me drive you home, and you have to tell mom.”
“Justin.”
”I’m not telling her, it’s your turn.”
Molly pouted and Brian noticed that the two shared more than hair color.
“Fine, but can we take the ‘vette, your car is ugly.”
Brian laughed out loud, “You know, if I were straight…”
Justin gave him a look that promised horrible nights of torture and not in a fun way if he didn’t shut up right then and there.
“We’re taking my car.”
The siblings talked on the ride home and Justin somehow managed to swallow almost half of his anger by the time he pulled into the garage. He was still furious but somewhere the rational side of his brain was reminding him that he had no right to be. His head hurt as though the rational side and the pure protective brother side were actually having a death match in his cerebellum. He walked directly into the den, and pulled out Brian's stash.
Brian removed the canister from Justin's hand. Before he even had time to protest he simply explained. “You can’t roll a joint for shit.”
He expertly rolled one, and while Justin lit it rolled another, he had a feeling this might take several before Justin was mellow enough to be considered okay.
They were working on their third joint, silently, both drinking directly from their respective bottles. Brian felt the event called for scotch. Justin had always been a rum fan in times of family crisis.
“We have to buy a new bed.”
Brian raised his eyebrows, it was his only movement. They were on the sofa, Justin sitting/slouching, Brian on his back head on Justin's lap.
“We’re not getting rid of our bed.”
Justin shuddered, “We’re never having sex in that bed again.”
“Hey, I’m not happy about our bed being used for breeder sex either but…”
“My sister, Hunter is fucking my sister.”
“I thought we covered that hours ago.”
“It keeps popping back in my head, like that stupid pink bunny.”
“There’s a pink bunny in your head?”
”That battery bunny.”
“Oh yeah, the guy who thought of that was brilliant.”
“I liked those other ads better.”
“Which ones?”
“The ones that were dumb but meant we could afford the kitchen stuff.”
Brian laughed a little. “They weren’t dumb.”
“Were too, but they also mean we can afford a new bed.”
“I changed the sheets.”
“Did you burn the old ones?”
“I think a run through the spin cycle should get all the sister juice out.”
Justin shuddered again, exhaling and passing the joint to Brian, and taking a deep pull from the rum, “don’t say sister juice.”
“What should I call it?”
”Nothing, don’t call it anything, she’s 12”
“No, I think she’s older.”
“Can’t she just be 12?”
”Only if I can be 19 forever.”
“19?”
”Yeah, perfect body, never had to work out, never needed sleep, fucked all day, all night, nineteen was a good year.”
“you still do all of that, except you work out.”
“And I need at least 6 hours of sleep.”
“A week?”
Brian laughed again, “Yes, with you I get about six hours of sleep a week.”
“I’m sorry.”
Brian reached a hand up, trying to put his fingers on Justin's lips to shush him, but he missed and ended up with a finger halfway into his nose.
“Hey, when they say penetrate every orifice, I think it’s just an expression.” Justin wrinkled his nose and swatted Brian's hand away.
“I was trying to get you to shut up.”
“Why?”
”Because you were breaking a rule I think.”
”No I wasn’t I was saying you should sleep more, like now.” He ran his hands through the brown hair lying on his lap, running gentle fingers over his eyelids, pulling them closed. “Shhhh” sleep.
Inhaling deeply through his nose Brian savored the feel of Justin's fingertips on his face. His eyes were closed which is why he didn’t have a chance to move his head before Justin's hand slapped down hard on his forehead.
Justin soothed Brian and then lay his own head back, only to have the image that was now burned into the back of his eyelids return. He slapped his hand against his thigh, forgetting that Brian’s head was currently resting there.
“Ouch.”
”I’m sorry.”
“That’s the rule! That’s the rule you broke!”
“You’re drunk I didn’t break a rule.”
“You aren’t allowed to say that word. And again ouch.”
“Even if I hit you in the head?”
“Even then.”
“Then I’m not sorry, but I should call my mom, and tell her I’m sorry.”
“Did you hit your mom in the head?”
”No but Brian, I fucked you after 20 minutes when I was 17, what the fuck was I doing?”
”You were doing me, and it was hot.”
“Yeah but my mom must have been really upset.”
Brian chuckled, “She got over it.”
“I’m never getting over it, we have to switch rooms.”
“We’re not switching rooms.”
“Hunter was naked in our room.”
“Well, it’s not the first time Hunters been naked.”
“It better be the first time he’s been naked in our bed.”
“I’m sure it was.”
“Oh god Brian, what if it wasn’t?”
Brian reached for another joint, and lit it, inhaling deeply and passing it to Justin who was obviously not stoned enough yet. “I’m sure it was.”
“He had her tied to the bed.”
“Mmmmmm hmmmm.” There was no good response to that statement.
“We have to sell the house, we need a whole new house”
“Brian sat up, put out the roach Justin was holding and pulled Justin off the sofa, “That’s it, lets go.”
“Where are we going?”
”To bed, we’re going to re-christen it.”
”I’m serious, we’re never ever ever having sex there again.”
“Okay.” Brian continued to lead the staggering blonde towards the bedroom.
“Never ever ever ever ever.”
Brian nodded at him, while they walked upstairs.
“Not ever again.”
He pushed Justin back on the bed, pulling off his pants, and then his shirt. The entire time Justin was simply repeating the phrase “never ever”
When they were both naked Brian allowed Justin to continue mumbling as his mouth moved along the boys body.
He rolled him over, and Justin was now moaning but the words were the same “never ever ever again.” Brian let him continue the mantra as he slowly moved his tongue in and out of Justin's ass. It was almost two full minutes before Justin's moans of never ever became more coherent.
“HEY! I was making a point here.”
”Me too.” Brian replied, continuing to move his tongue. He reached for a condom and moved up Justin's back, his tongue dragging along his spine as the blonde buried his head into the pillow continuing to insist that they would never again have any kind of sex in this bed.
When Brian pushed himself inside Justin pushed back, moaning Brian's name, his drunken fog lifting slightly as he realized that Brian had tricked him. And then he let the lovely feelings wash over him, deciding that they could sell the bed in the morning.
When morning arrived the two of them were too hung over to list the bed on ebay.
“I think you broke a rule.”
Brian's looked at him questioningly, “I don’t have rules”
“I said never, and then…”
“Didn’t feel like redecorating just because…” Brian trailed off, not knowing what to say that wouldn’t enrage Justin again. It didn’t work.
“FUCK!”
“You do realize that eventually you’ll have to get over this.”
“I’ll be over it once Hunter is dead.”
Brian pulled Justin closer, “We can’t kill him, Ben’s pretty strong, I think he could take us.”
“Fuck Ben.”
“I did, and I don’t do repeats”
Justin reached over Brian for a cigarette, rolled onto his back and lit it. “We have to fix this.”
“What’s to fix?”
”He’s fucking my sister.”
Justin inhaled deeply and Brian took the cigarette from him, taking a drag and handing it back, “She’ll be okay.”
“What if she’s not.”
“You keep acting like this and she won’t tell you if she’s not.”
Exhaling he considered the wisdom of Brian's words. “You know that thing you do?”
Brian raised his eyebrows, “Which thing?”
”The thing where everyone thinks you’re an asshole but in the end you’re doing it for their own good even if they never figure it out and stay mad at you for a long time?”
Brian nodded. “Yeah?”
”Lets do that.”
Brian laughed, “I’ve never done it just because someone was fucking your sister.”
Justin groaned at hearing the words coming out of someone else’s mouth. “But we could do it, an evil master plan.”
“My plans aren’t evil.”
“Sometimes they are.”
“They’re for everyone’s own good, and I don’t even do that thing you’re accusing me of anyway.”
“Oh, you sooo do it. You did it to Mikey on his birthday, and you did it to me before the Rage party and you did it to me when I dropped out of school and you did it to me when you were sick…”
“Hey, you do it to me a lot.”
Brian stared up at the ceiling, not enjoying this little trip down “Brian’s an asshole lane”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, C’mon, I’ve got to be at the office in less than an hour, and you stink.”
“We both stink, and Hunter’s fucking my sister.”
“Well a shower will fix all that.”
“You’re not making any sense.” Justin’s eyes narrowed.
Brian shrugged, “you haven’t made sense since we walked in on them.”
They showered, dressed and Brian went off to work with promises from Justin that there would be no murder planning without him. “Remember I’m the brains of this operation.”
Justin snorted but agreed that he would not kill Hunter today.
His work in the studio had a very angry aspect to it, and a lot of images that if looked at carefully might resemble a creepy little skate rat being decapitated. The work may never see the light of day but he felt a little better, and sometime after two headed over to Lindsay’s to see Gus and JR.
Lindsay was on Brian’s side, she thought it was cute and amusing, and was actually happy for Hunter and Molly.
“you’re right.” She said, “They shouldn’t have used your bed.”
He leaned his head back, why did nobody get this. “he shouldn’t be”…he glanced over at Gus happily playing “WITH my sister.”
“Justin, think about how hard Hunter’s had it, and he’s positive, your sister may be one of the few people, let alone girls his age, who can understand.”
“Why because I’m gay?”
”Because she sort of knows our bizarre incestuous little family, and because she cares about you and Brian, and because she understands things, and because she and Hunter, well, they seem to really like each other.”
Justin's head snapped up, his eyes meeting Lindsay’s “You’ve known about this?”
”For a little while, I see Hunter when I drop off JR, and then Molly seemed to be around a lot, and then she needed a woman to talk to.”
Justin dropped his head in his hands again. “You told her it was okay?”
“Not to use your bed, not even to sleep with Hunter, but if they were going to, well, we can’t all have Brian teaching us can we?”
“So you’ve known.”
“I’ve know they were dating, I had a feeling it was moving on to more, but Justin, they’re sweet, they’re young and they think they’re in love.”
“With that stupid hustler, she’s in love with that little rat bastard hustler.”
“Justin, you’re not being fair.”
“How am I supposed to be fair when he’s…”
“Yes, I’ve heard, he’s with your sister.”
“Lindsay, they shouldn’t be together, she’s going to get hurt.”
“She probably will, first love hurts.”
“Then we have to stop it.”
“Justin, do you remember your first love?”
“How can I forget it, I live with him.”
“Yes but do you remember when you didn’t care, I mean about anything other than seeing him, not about what your parents thought, or we thought, or what anyone told you.”
“I was a stupid kid, a stupid stupid kid.”
“You were in love, and nothing anyone said could make you believe that there was anything else in the world for you but Brian.”
“There wasn’t, there still isn’t.”
Lindsay smiled, “There is, but you have Brian as a part of all that now.”
“But that’s not how it works, I mean not for most people, not for anyone really, I was lucky.”
“Lucky?”
”You don’t think I was lucky?”
“I think you were very lucky, after a lot of hard work.”
“Lindz, he’s gonna hurt her.”
“I don’t think he is.”
Justin gritted his teeth. “You’re telling me I’m just supposed to accept this?”
”What option do you have?”
“There’s the killing him and burying him behind the lake.”
Lindsay smiled, “and aside from that?”
Justin sighed deeply. Will you come for brunch, Sunday? I’m thinking I’ll have a whole family get together.”
“We’ll be there.”
“You know I’d invite Mel but…”
“It’s okay, it’ll just be me and the kids, no need for you and Brian to blow gaskets at the same time, you’re much better when you’re taking turns.”
Justin smiled ruefully, “I think it’s been my turn for a little too long.” He glanced at his watch, “I’ve got to go, thanks.”
“Anytime.”
Lindsay finished folding the laundry kissed Justin on the cheek, and watched him walk out, knowing he’d eventually come to terms with this.
The week passed, and everyone agreed to come, His mother, Molly, Michael, Ben, Hunter, Ted, Emmett, Blake, Deb, even Carl. Brian wasn’t sure what Justin had in mind, but he was determined to find out before there was a melee in his dining room.
They were getting undressed for bed, it was Saturday night and they’d spent a quiet day for them, studio work, client account catch-up, take out Chinese. They were both a little buzzed from the joint they’d shared earlier, but mostly they were both just tired.
“So what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”
”Brunch.”
“I mean ulterior motive wise?”
“No ulterior motives, just figured that a lovely brunch with our entire extended incestuous stupid family would be fun.”
“Fun.” Brian rolled the word around on his tongue like he’d never heard it before.
“Fun, you know, that thing you have when you’re not miserable.”
“I know, I’ve just never thought of it connected with the word family.”
“You have fun with Gus.”
“Not in the middle of a shit storm.”
“It’s not going to be anything like that, if they’re a couple, then they can act like one, showing up at family functions and behaving like adults.”
Brian smiled, “You’re trying to scare them away from each other.”
Justin threw his shirt at him “I am not, I’m just welcoming the new couple into the fold.”
Brian rolled himself on top of a now naked Justin, “let me welcome you into a fold of our own.”
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