A Winter Weekend
“I’m the king of the world!”
“Justin, get your ass down here. You’re channeling Leonardo and truth be told
you’re much hotter.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but I just can’t help myself. This is all too good
to be true.”
“Okay now, that’s enough. Get your goddamn ass down here.”
“I can’t help it, Brian. This has been the most amazing week of my life.”
“It has been pretty fucking good. I would have to agree with you on that
account.”
“Good, good! It’s been so much better than good.”
“Oh really...”
“Yes, really. First you bring me to this incredible Inn to celebrate 10 years of
us not killing each other. Then you actually find a fucking Justice of the Peace
to marry us, and then, and then...”
“Yes, Sunshine, and then what?”
“And then we fuck, suck and make love the entire week between skiing on the
slopes and enjoying the spa.”
“Hmmm, I guess we have had quite the amazing weekend, haven’t we? But tomorrow
we head back to Britin, to West Virginia and to the family.”
“I can’t wait to tell them all -- oh, let’s just see if they notice the rings.”
“Fine with me, whatever the fuck you want. Now, you’re too old for this. Come on
down so we can have our last night of sucking, fucking and making love.”
“Okay, I will, but one last moment of supreme glory. Join me, Brian, let’s
celebrate our achievement together.”
“Fine, help me up. And don’t look at me like that. I’m not getting any older, I
just thought I’d grown out of bullshit like this 30 years ago.”
“See what wonderful things happen when you marry a man 12 years younger than
you. Come on, don’t just stand there, fly with me.”
“How much did you drink tonight?”
“Not that much, I’m just full of the spirit of love and excitement.”
“You artists -- drama queens, all of you.”
“Ha, ha. Now jump with me, just once so we can fly.”
“Fine.”
“Here we go. Isn’t it great?”
“It doesn’t stink.”
“Once more, higher, and then we can fuck in the bed we flew over.”
“Okay, Sunshine, up, up, and away... Fuck!”
“Whoops.”
“Whoops! That’s all you can say.”
“How about, whoops and it’s a good thing I sold that last painting in the five
figure range so I can pay the Inn for a new four-poster?”
“Much better. Now let’s go fuck in front of the fireplace, and then in the tub and then...”
“Brian, shouldn’t we tell the front desk what happened?”
“Check out’s tomorrow. Plenty of time till then. No need to get anyone upset
tonight.”
“Or upset our fucking, sucking, making love plans.”
“Now you’re thinking like the new husband of Brian Kinney should be thinking.”
“I love you, Brian.”
“Right back at you, Sunshine.”
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