Eagles May Soar, but Weasels Don’t Get Sucked Into Jet Engines
“Do we have to watch this movie again? The Fourth of July has come and gone,” Justin complained to Brian who had just slipped the DVD of 1776 into the player.
“You’re welcome to go hang out somewhere else, Sunshine. I’m sure your Mommy would appreciate a visit from her baby boy, or Deb could probably use an extra hand at the diner. The movie will be over in two hours. I just haven’t had the time to watch it this year.”
Justin mumbled something about inconsiderate, obsessed boyfriends while he took his sketchpad and pencils into the bedroom. He flopped down on the bed just as McNair was climbing the steps, yelling for Mr. Adams.
After about an hour, Justin heard Brian giggling. Justin wouldn’t dare say anything, but he thought a giggling Brian was the most cutest sight to behold. Quietly Justin crept into the alcove to catch a glimpse of Brian so he could do a sketch.
“Another dick doodle, Sunshine?” Brian asked as he caught Justin. “I’m not even naked.”
“You don’t have to be naked for me to draw your dick, but for your information this isn’t a dick doodle. I happen to love it when you laugh. I was drawing your smile.”
“May I see it,” Brian gently asked realizing he may just have insulted Justin.
“Sure,” Justin said as walked closer, perking up just a bit when Brian showed interest.
“Is this me?”
“Of course it’s you. Who else would it be?” Justin was becoming annoyed, misunderstanding Brian’s question.
“Come here,” Brian requested as he patted the rug next to him. Justin made himself comfortable next to Brian just as the song “The Egg” was ending. “The reason why I questioned you is that I’m not used to seeing myself smiling. I look...happy,” Brian said softly. “Thank you,” Brian added as he gently kissed Justin’s temple.
Slightly overwhelmed at the uncharacteristic display of affection, Justin remained quiet, leaning on Brian and watching the rest of the movie.
“I think one of the funniest parts of this movie is when Franklin, Jefferson and Adams are debating about which bird should represent the fledgling country,” Justin commented.
“The eagle!” Brian exclaimed, sounding like the arrogant John Adams.
“The dove!” Justin said trying to maintain a straight face as he spoke Jefferson’s preference.
“The turkey!” they both said in unison then broke out into a fit of giggles. Taking advantage of Brian’s momentary vulnerability, Justin pushed Brian onto the floor then covered him with his body.
Sparkling blue eyes stared into hazel that were darkening into hunter green with lust and love.
“The eagle,” Brian whispered.
“The dove,” Justin softly countered.
“Eagles are majestic birds. They can soar higher than any dove then go into a steep nosedive to catch their prey such as...weasels,” Brian tried to make a logical case for the superiority of the eagle. Not an easy task when Justin was in his arms, grinding their hardening dicks together.
“Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines,” Justin said matter-of-factly then got down to the business of doing a little sucking of his own.
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