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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Six
TORONTO CANADA
Mel opened the envelope, and called Lindz on the phone. “We got an invite to Brian and Justin's house warming, it’s in three months.”
“Do you think we should go?”
“Gus would love to see his new room”
“And his dad” Lindsey added
“Yeah, and his dad”
“Well, it has been a while since we’ve been down, and Brian has said the house has plenty of guest space, so we won’t have to stay in some hotel. He’s even put a room together for JR”
“You’ve been talking to him a lot”
“Mel, stop, you know Brian and I talk, he has a lot of extra time on his hands with Justin working so hard on getting the show together, I think he really misses us”
“He misses you”
‘And Gus”
“He has a funny way of showing it”:
“Mel, he’s running his own agency, he’s trying to renovate a house which, from all accounts is enormous, and he and Justin are still in that newlywed stage, he can’t exactly drop everything to come up here”
“Christ it’s cold, is the furnace working”
“I don’t know honey, I’m at work, why don’t you go check the furnace”
“Why are you talking to me like I’m five years old.”
“I’m not”
“Whatever, so we’ll go”
“I’ll be home late but make sure you give Gus and JR a big kiss for me”
:”Yeah of course”
And they both hung up. Lindsay was excited, she was looking forward to going back and seeing everyone, and she was worried, Melanie had become more and more distant and angry lately. She’d always been angry, it was one of the things Mel did best, but the weird distant thing, that was troublesome.
PITTSBURGH
“Explain it to me again”
“Brian, we’ve been over this a thousand times”
Brian and Justin were sitting in the “den” it was the only room in the house other than the studio that was even remotely livable, as everything else was under construction.
“Look Brian, we’ve got hardwood floors, and this room which looks suspiciously like a loft I used to know” Brian smiled, Justin wasn’t wrong.
Most of the furniture in the den was streamlined and modern, the home theatre system was state of the art and the his computer was living here until the study was done, so they had moved into a huge house, to go back to essentially living in one room while the rest was being deconstructed and reconstructed.
“I understand that this room is…lets just say “loft like” right, but the house is a traditional Tudor, so the whole thing can’t look like one big Ikea showroom. “
“Like I’ve ever fucking bought anything from Ikea.”
“You know what I mean”
Justin was practically sitting on Brian's lap at this point as they both pored over the style samples that the new decorator had left them. It can’t all be white. You know, you have a son, who will be here sometimes, and he’s at that stage where he has sticky fingers”
“Gus has started shoplifting?”
“Actual sticky fingers, the kind with dirt and jam and… I don’t know…kid goo on them”
“Kid goo?”
”Brian, seriously you know what I mean”
“I do, but…I like this one”, Brian held up a design board with varying shades and textures of white.
“This one looks exactly like the last one, but with a tiny bit of… what is that?”
“That? it’s actually an ash from my cigarette”
“So it is EXACTLY the same”
“Not exactly, this one has more detail in the wainscoting”
“Brian we’re not pulling down all that beautiful HISTORIC wall paneling to put up some shiny white sculptured wall”
“We’re not?”
“I give up, go with this one and remember that I’m not christening any rooms with you that I haven’t approved. Now I have to get back to work”
“You were supposed to be taking a dinner break.”
“I did”
“You didn’t eat”
“Not hungry, I’ll eat later,” he turned his head and kissed Brian. “Think about the sage and honey combo, I like that one best.
“Sounds like a lesbian tea flavor”
Justin kissed him again, “really think about it.”
Brian smiled, “I’m thinking”
Justin smiled and headed back off to his studio. Once inside he locked the door and stood pondering the canvass he was currently working on. It was 8:30
He had installed the lock last week, and it wasn’t Brian's favorite thing ever, but the interruptions were counterproductive to his…productivity.
Sure, the great shower and the airy light space, and the fact that he was in here a lot made the room appealing to Brian, but he really needed to work, and Brian was an expert at distracting him. Thus the lock. Brian wanted a key, but that would defeat the purpose and so they’d argued and Justin had won. Justin seemed to be winning a lot of the arguments lately, but that was not something he was going to question, after all, Brian had won his fair share as well.
The Bed, Brian had won the argument about the bed.
Well, not won so much as made a very very convincing argument that the custom designed headboard wasn’t bizarre or too “modern art” but that’s because you had to know how to work it. It looked like a extraordinarily uncomfortable place to rest one’s back, or head, and in fact, it kind of was, but, each swirl of in the clean light wood, each knob, hook, twist, and turn of the carving on the had a purpose. Basically, there were about five hundred ways to be tied to that headboard…so far they’d only tried about twenty, but both were looking forward to experimenting with the others. And as an added benefit, it looked like art… just so long as your goal wasn’t to sit up and read in bed, it was perfect.
The master bath was another issue entirely; it was clearly made for far more than grooming. The shower, 14 stream steam jets on either side with dual rain shower heads was made for luxury, and the jetted tub was built for two…or more, and had the one selling point that had made the decision easy for both of them, it had a re-circulating heater, which meant the water never got cold. They’d also added a second high capacity water heater for the shower. Mornings were long and unproductive, and they both preferred it that way.
The bedroom itself, had the bed, and that’s it, they were breaking through to the adjoining room to build two large walk-in closets, but they had yet to pick colors or design styles. Justin knew it would be another struggle to get Brian to go for something that didn’t look exactly like his loft…. he’d already suggested that the bedroom doors be glass… Justin and the designer had sighed and moved on.
The new designer, this was their third, may actually have be making headway, Justin wasn’t sure, but Brian had almost agreed to think about a couple of club chairs that weren’t white or black leather, so he had hopes. He surveyed the canvass again, and began working on the next step of this project. He was working on a five-piece set and this third would be crucial for the transition. He was so completely wrapped up in what he was doing that the next time he looked up it was three in the morning. Exhausted, and at a decent stopping point, he headed up to bed.
Brian looked through the boards again, the sage and honey looked like the exact color scheme of Mel and Lindz old house, which made him miss her. He picked up his cell and dialed her number.
“Lindsay.”
“Brian, it’s great to hear from you.”
“Yeah, I was just thinking about you…and Gus, and thought I’d call”
“I’m glad you did”
“So how are you?”
“Oh you know, working at this new gallery is a challenge, the owner wants to show more classical pieces but the market is calling for things that are more modern and then he gets upset when sales aren’t where he’d like them to be, so, you know, same old same old”
“And Gus, is he up?”
”Would you like to talk to him?”
“If he’s up”
“Gus, Gus, it’s your daddy”
Brian's heart melted just a little tiny bit
“Daddy”
“Hey sonny-boy”
“Daddy, you’ll never guess what happened to me yesterday, I was in the park and me and jenny was playing on the swings and then Sam started to push jenny but I pushed him away cause I protect jenny she’s my sister so Sam said that I was a baby and I pushed him again and he said he could jump higher than me on the swings and I said he couldn’t and so we both started swinging really really high and when I was almost gonna go all the way around I jumped and Sam broke my arm.”
“What?”
”Sam broke my arm, but the doctor made Sam say he was sorry, and gave me a blue cast with a green stripe and now I don’t have to take a bath for a MONTH”
“Put your mother on the phone”
“Lindz?”
“Yes Brian”
“I’m not sure which parts of that story to believe, mind filling me in”
“Oh the Sam stuff is still imaginary, and Gus likes to play tough…and yeah, we had a scare yesterday but it’s just a hairline fracture, which at his age isn’t that serious, and he’s fine now, and he can’t get it wet for a month, which he has decided means no baths, but I promise to bathe your child Brian”
“Why didn’t you tell me”?
“There really wasn’t anything to tell, it’s all kind of part and parcel of having a four year old boy…boys do stupid things like jumping really high off the swings.”
“I would have liked to have known”
“And you do, today, I was going to call you Friday if I didn’t hear from you. Besides, Justin tells me you’re busy gutting the house, Mel and I can’t wait to see it”
“Yeah well, if it’s ever done, you’ll all get to see it, until then, you’ll let me know if he breaks anything else right?”
“Brian I’m sorry I didn’t tell you”
“It’s okay, not your fault, is his cast really blue with a green stripe?”
Lindsay laughed, “yeah, it is, but I put the stripe on there for him, he was pretty upset when it first happened, now he’s happily blaming Sam”
“And you’re telling me we shouldn’t be worried about the imaginary Sam?”
“No, nor should we worry about Shelby, Sam’s imaginary dog, I promise, it’s all part of normal development”
“Thank you Lindsay”
“For what Brian”
“For being his mom, you’re good at it”
“Brian, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great. How’s Mel doing?”
”She’s aggravated, she spent all that time and energy to become a lawyer, and it’s not really a valuable commodity up here, an American lawyer, so she’s trying to do what she has to in order to practice up here, but you know Mel, everything’s a roadblock, everyone’s out to get her, everyone’s trying to keep her from getting what she wants…she wants it to happen NOW.”
Brian laughed, “yep, sounds like Mel to me”
“Brian, Jenny’s got to get a bath, and Gus needs to be in bed, I really have to go”
“Absolutely, I’ll talk to you later.
“G’night Brian”
“G’night Wendy”
Brian hung up and poured himself a double… it was the only limitation he’d set on his drinking, after a rather heated debate with Justin, he would not, on a regular basis, drink straight from the bottle anymore. He wasn’t sure why that was an issue but he shrugged it off. Little things to make Justin happy were easy, the big things, they took time and energy and money and… Christ, he looked at the sage and honey color scheme again, and possibly a blindfold.
He smoked another cigarette and finished up some of the busywork he had left to do for the new chain restaurant account they’d picked up last week. It would be millions in revenue, which was a good thing, the place was as cookie cutter as chains get, and Brian was trying to find a way to differentiate the place, so far, he hadn’t come up with anything. He was pacing and still had nothing at one in the morning when he gave up and went to bed. It looked like Justin would be spending another night in the studio, the kid was getting positively nocturnal, but he was also apparently getting a lot of work done, at least he was if one could judge by the amount of paint on his clothes at the end of a long night painting.
Brian was asleep when Justin made it up to bed, he dropped his pants and shirt in a pile next to the bed and crawled in, he moved himself closer to Brian and instinctively Brian reached out an arm and drew him against his chest. Justin smiled to himself; he was almost asleep when he realized he was hungry. He debated extricating himself from the bed to get something to eat but realized he’d be up in a few hours and there was plenty of time to eat tomorrow, in the meantime, he was almost done his third canvas of the set, he moved just a smidge closer to Brian, feeling the warmth of his skin against his back and legs, and slept.
When Brian heard the alarm he hit it fast. He had a no idea what time Justin had made it up to bed, but he didn’t want to wake him. It was odd, Justin was a heavy sleeper, slept like the dead, but lately, he woke up at slight sounds. He seemed not to be sleeping much at all, Brian remembered being in his early twenties, when three hours of sleep was enough to get him through an entire day, and late into the next night, he liked at least six, hours these days. So he was careful not to wake Justin if he could help it.
He got out of bed, glancing back he looked at the sleeping boy… man, “I have got to stop thinking of him as a boy” Brian thought to himself, but laying there, sleeping, his lashes against his pale skin, the dark circles under his eyes from too many nights of painting with no sleep, somehow made him seem younger not older. He headed towards the shower, putting the water on as hot as he could stand it.
He was trying to think of some way to make a crappy uniform chain restaurant seem hip, trendy, fun, sexy or even remotely interesting when he felt the cold draft of the shower door opening, and then the warm feel of Justin's skin against his.
He turned around, soap still in his hair, and leaned his head back to rinse it out while pulling Justin closer to him. He leaned his head forward again and opened his eyes. “Good morning sunshine”
“mmmmm” was all Justin had to say as he leaned in for a kiss. Justin’s hot mouth was suddenly all over him, and Brian was again reminded of one of the many benefits of being with a horny 23 year old, he was insatiable.
Before he could fully fixate on what Justin was doing, his cock was against the back of the blonde’s throat. He looked down, and marveled. One of the things that always turned him on about Justin was not that he gave great head, although he did, it was how much he genuinely got off on it. Just loved it, Brian could, kiss, stroke, suck, nuzzle and fuck Justin all night long, and little he did turned Justin on as much as when he was allowed to take control with his mouth. His tongue, his lips, the way he used the back of his throat, as another method of caress, the kid was a genius. Brian gave himself over to the feeling, allowing the jet streams of water to spray across his back, as the water from the rainhead soaked the both of them in hot water, and Justin's mouth and hands worked their magic. It wasn’t long before Brian was shooting down Justin's throat, and the Justin was swallowing as if it was all he had been craving. When he finished, Brian was leaning back against the glass wall, and Justin stood up and leaned his entire body against Brian's and kissed him, letting Brian taste himself on Justin's tongue.
Brian was kissing Justin now, preparing to return the favor, in spades, when Justin shook his head, “I’ve got to get back to the studio, I was really just taking a cat nap, but a little high protein breakfast is a great way to start the day”
Brian didn’t believe him, not for a second. Justin had played this game a few times before, but he always eventually gave in to Brian's attentive ministrations. If he thought about it long enough Brian would probably conclude that Justin enjoyed the chase, liked to feel that Brian WANTED to blow him, or rim him, not that it was simple reciprocity. But today was different, Justin slipped out of the shower, pulled on the clothes that he had dropped on the floor the night before, without even drying off, the shirt sticking to his back, and the thin cotton of the cargo pants molding to his perfect ass as he jammed his feet into a pair of sneakers and made his way to the studio.
The worst part for Brian of all the renovations was that it was no longer safe to walk around the house barefoot, and he always had to make sure he was wearing shoes before he left the bedroom, or den. He couldn’t wait ‘til the renovations were completed so that he could forego shoes again.
He finished showering, got dressed and headed down to the den for his laptop and briefcase. Music was already blaring from the studio, and the construction guys were starting to file in to complete the renovations to the upstairs bedroom.
He tried the studio door, it was locked. He swallowed his anger and knocked on the door…no answer. He knocked again, and Justin came to the door, a paint smudge already on his cheek. Brian laughed,
“Muse hit hard today?”
“Came to me in my sleep”
”mmm, what else came to you in your sleep”?
Justin gave a sly grin, “lots of things, but this idea is too brilliant to ignore”
“Don’t work to hard”
“Never”
“See you tonight?”
“Where else would I be?”
Brian leaned in to kiss Justin, who kissed him back, but carefully so as not to ruin his suit with paint.
“Tomorrow, we’re getting you some clothes that aren’t covered in paint”
“Why?”
“Cause I’d like to take you out to dinner without your looking like a homeless starving artist with no taste”
Justin stuck out his tongue at Brian.
Brian leaned in and licked the pink appendage and smiled “see you tonight”
And he was off to figure out how to make just another chain look like someplace someone might want to go to eat.
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