You're Unbelievable

“So, are you good for lunch at the diner?” Michael asked, as he and Brian walked out of the gym.

“Maybe,” Brian replied.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Either you are or you aren’t.”

“I should do some work,” Brian said hoping to make his escape.

“You also have to eat.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Then have your usual cup of coffee,” Michael stated, getting irritated with Brian’s less than cooperative attitude.

“I’ll just head home,” Brian responded starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Michael ordered as he ran after Brian.

“Mikey, I have things to do.”

“You never have time for anything but work these days. Work won’t take his place, you know.”

“What?” Brian demanded turning on Michael with one of his death glares.

“Work won’t take Justin’s place.”

“What the fuck do you know about anything?”

“I know you should be going to New York this weekend instead of pining away here in Pittsburgh,” Michael declared.

“I don’t pine.”

“You know you love him. And it’s Valentine’s Day this weekend.”

“Fuck Valentine’s Day!”

“Yeah, and I bet Justin’s saying fuck you too.”

Brian shook his head and sucked his lips in. “Listen to me, Michael. Are you listening?”

“I’m listening,” Michael said with a sigh.

“Justin’s gone off to do what he needs to do. He’s going to be a big fat fucking success – the best he can be. He doesn’t need me … getting in his way. It’s better if it just … ends.”

“The fuck it is! He’s the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“He … he’s not coming back, Michael. There’s no point in prolonging it,” Brian said.

Michael could hear the sadness in Brian’s voice, but also the conviction. “You don’t know that he’s not coming back. You said that when he went to L.A.”

“And he wouldn’t have come back except they canceled the fucking film.”

“He would have come back,” Michael protested. “He did come back, in case you didn’t notice.”

“And now he’s gone again,” Brian said with resignation.

“Brian…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s over,” Brian stated. He turned and walked away.

“You’re an idiot, Kinney. You’re unbelievable,” Michael called after him. “Fucking unbelievable.”

 

*****
 

“Linds, I want to talk to my son,” Brian said into his phone.

“Hello to you too,” Lindsay said, annoyed at Brian’s tone when she had just answered the phone.

“My son?”

“Gus,” she called. The five year old ran into the kitchen from where he had been playing in the living room.

“Daddy?” a little voice said.

“That’s me, Sonny boy,” Brian responded unable to keep the smile from his face.

“Are you coming to see me?” Gus asked hopefully.

“Would you like me too?”

“Yes, Daddy, then I could give you your valentine in person,” Gus said seriously. “Mommy says we have to mail it by tomorrow or you won’t get it in time.”

“Don’t mail it,” Brian replied. “I’d like to get it in person.”

“Yay!” Gus crowed taking that to mean that his father was coming for a visit.

“Don’t get too excited, Sonny boy,” Brian chuckled. “I have to see if I can arrange it so I can be there for Valentine’s Day.”

“You can do it, Daddy, I know you can.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. Put mommy back on for a minute.”

“’Kay, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Brian?”

“Linds, I’m going to see if I can come to Toronto this weekend.”

“I thought you’d be going to New York,” Lindsay said.

“Not this weekend.”

“You should. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I know what the fuck it is. It’s a stupid holiday invented by admen like me. I don’t want any part of it.”

“I thought you were coming here to get your valentine from your son.”

Brian knew she had been listening to Gus’ end of the conversation. “He’s a kid.”

“And you’re too old and jaded to buy into the concept of showing someone that you love them.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing with my son,” Brian snapped.

Lindsay knew that tone and realized that she was going to be in big trouble if she pursued this line of conversation. But she also knew that Brian loved Justin, no matter how much he might deny it. She felt she had to say something. “Brian, you should call Justin. At least talk to him, if you won’t go visit him,” she admonished.

“I don’t need your advice about my non-existent love life, and I don’t want to talk about this with you or anyone. I should be in Toronto on the weekend. I’ll let you know.” Brian cut the connection.

“Unbelievable,” Lindsay said as she heard the dial tone.

 

*****
 

“So he’s not going to New York,” Emmett said. He and Michael were having lunch at the diner.

Michael shook his head. “He thinks Justin is better off without him, that he’ll never come back from New York.”

“For a smart man, Brian Kinney is one dumb ass.”

“You tell him that,” Michael said trying not to choke on his burger at the audacity of his friend.

“I just might,” Emmett said, looking thoughtful.

“And he’ll rip you a new one.”

“I might take that chance.”

“Who do you think you are, Cupid?” Michael asked with a smirk. He would like to see Emmett Honeycutt take on Brian Kinney. It would be worth the price of admission. Emmett pulled out his phone and hit a number on speed dial. “You have Brian on speed dial?” Michael asked in surprise. He never thought of Emmett and Brian talking on the phone enough to merit that. What could they possibly have in common?

“What do you want, Honeycutt?” Brian’s voice came on the line.

“And a cheery good morning to you too,” Emmett replied, refusing to let the Kinney annoy him. He had a mission to accomplish and he would not be deterred.

“I said, what do you want?”

“A little bird told me you’re not going to New York for Valentine’s Day.”

“Tell the little bird that he’s a dead man the next time I see him,” Brian barked.

“You’re dead,” Emmett mouthed to Michael, earning a scowl in response. “When I talked to Justin,” Emmett said into the phone, pausing to let the words sink in, “he said that he was really looking forward to seeing you for Valentine’s Day.”

There was a long pause. “When did you talk to Justin?” Brian asked suspiciously.

“About fifteen minutes ago.”

A longer pause ensued with Emmett’s grin broadening with every second that passed. He knew he had Brian Kinney’s attention. “I’ve made other plans,” Brian finally said, but Emmett could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“If you’re smart, and I could be convinced that you are, you’ll be going to New York this weekend.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“Of course not, but you know I’m almost always right.”

“Since when?”

“Don’t be nasty, just do as I say.”

“Go fuck yourself, Honeycutt!” The line went dead.

“I wish I could,” Emmett said to himself as he snapped his phone shut.

“So is he going to New York?” Michael asked hopefully.

“How the fuck should I know?”

“But I thought that was your mission to…”

“All I can do is plant the seeds. Brian Kinney will have to reap them.”

“Did he sound positive?” Michael asked.

“He told me to go fuck myself.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” Michael said shaking his head.

 

*****
 

“Daddy!” Gus screeched as Lindsay opened the door to her old friend.

“Hey, Sonny boy,” Brian said lifting his son into this arms and crushing the little body against his chest. Gus wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and held on tight. Then he leaned back a bit so he could kiss Brian’s cheek, receiving a big smacker from his father in return.

“I see you managed to show up,” Melanie said sarcastically as she joined them. “I’m surprised you didn’t have more important things to do.”

“I told Gus I’d be here, and here I am. And I brought you another playmate, Gus,” Brian added with a smirk.

Justin stepped into the doorway. He had hung back on the porch to surprise Gus. Apparently it surprised the two women as well. He received warm hugs and smiles while Brian carried Gus into the living room.

“Justin, I’m so happy you’re here. Did Daddy bring you?” Gus asked when the women finally let Justin go. He held out his arms for Justin to take him from his father, giving Justin a huge hug when Justin did so.

“I’m happy to be here,” Justin grinned before he kissed Gus on the cheek. “And yes, your daddy brought me.” He smiled over at Brian who continued to smirk.

“So, where’s my valentine?” Brian asked his son.

“It’s over here,” Gus said heading for the table in the corner of the room. “I made it all by myself.” He held out some paper to his father. Brian took it and studied the perfectly shaped heart. “Mommy cut it out for me. I colored it,” Gus said proudly.

“I can see that,” Brian said. He looked at the lines of red that covered the heart. They probably went all over the page, and Lindsay had cut them down to make the heart shape. Printed in the centre was I love you, Daddy in Gus’ big awkward letters. “You printed this yourself, didn’t you?” Brian asked.

“Yep,” Gus said with a proud smile.

“I love it.”

“Me too,” Gus said innocently.

“Are you ready to go to dinner with Justin and me?”

“Are we going to McDonald’s?” Gus asked.

“No, Sonny boy, we most definitely are not,” Brian stated unequivocally.

“You’re not taking him someplace too ritzy, are you?” Lindsay asked.

“It’s a surprise. Gus will be fine. He’s my son.”

Gus beamed up at his father. He was dressed in a little shirt and tie with a vest overtop. He looked very handsome. “I’ll be fine,” he repeated to his mother.

Lindsay and Melanie couldn’t help but smile as the trio went out the door.

“Brian Kinney is fucking unbelievable,” Melanie groused as she shook her head.

“And so is his son,” Lindsay laughed.

 

*****
 

Later that evening in their hotel room Brian was fucking Justin so hard that they were both bathed in sweat and gasping for air. The steady rhythm that Brian had set up, with intermittent bouts of near uncontrollable frenzy, was meant to produce the maximum pleasure for them both.

“Jesus, Brian, I’m going to come,” Justin managed to gasp between rasping breaths. He had been hanging on by a thread for the last few minutes. He wanted Brian to enjoy every minute they were together.

“Good, because so am I,” Brian called out as he thrust one last time into the heated tightness that was his young lover. He groaned mightily as his orgasm ripped through him. Collapsing on top of Justin they lay speechless for several minutes, until Brian gently pulled out, rolling to the side and disposing of the condom.

“That was unbelievable,” Justin said after a couple of minutes more of being unable to speak.

“That’s me, unbelievable,” Brian chuckled as his heart rate began to settle down.

“You are, you know,” Justin said entwining his fingers with Brian’s as they lay side by side. “I’m so glad you called me in New York.”

Brian frowned. “I almost didn’t,” he admitted. “I convinced myself that you were better off in New York without me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because I always wanted to go to New York, and you … were the one who got to do it,” Brian replied somewhat reluctantly. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to reveal about his true feelings. He just knew when he followed Emmett’s advice and called Justin, it was like it always was. They were on the same wavelength. They were supposed to be together, time and distance notwithstanding. That was when he had asked Justin to join him in Toronto.

“It’s hard work, Brian. I can’t say that I’m happy in New York, but I’m making it work, at least for a few more months. This is where I’m really happy.”

Brian sucked in his lips then said, “Oh? You prefer Toronto to New York.”

“Asshole!” Justin laughed. “I prefer you to Toronto or New York or Rome or…”

“Okay, I get the point.”

“It’s about time you did. Why did you call me, Brian? I was afraid you wouldn’t,” Justin said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. He had felt the distance that Brian was putting between them.

“That big fairy Honeycutt called me and informed me that I should get my ass in gear and go to New York.”

“So you brought me here.”

“I promised Gus I’d come see him,” Brian said simply.

“This may be the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” Justin said with a big smile.

Brian stared into the blue eyes for a moment before rolling over and positioning himself on top of Justin. “I think I can guarantee that,” he said as he started rutting against Justin. The smile that passed between them revealed so much love and happiness that it made Justin’s heart ache.

 

*****
 

“Is he asleep?” Lindsay asked as she joined Melanie in Gus’ room. Mel had just tucked the covers around their son, having already made sure that JR was fine.

“Dead to the world. He had a big day.”

“He loved the restaurant that Brian took him to,” Lindsay said.

“Yeah, I have to hand it to Kinney for finding a nice restaurant the day before Valentine’s Day that would cater to a kid.”

“Brian’s good at getting what he wants.”

“Except when it comes to Justin.”

“Justin’s here with him, isn’t he?” Lindsay asked pointedly.

“Yeah, he is. Maybe Kinney finally did something right this time,” Melanie speculated.

“Look at this,” Lindsay said picking up a piece of paper from the table beside Gus’ bed.

It was a coaster from the restaurant where Brian had taken Justin and Gus for dinner, as the back side of it revealed. The edges had been carefully torn and folded to make a heart shape. On the front was a tiny sketch of Brian and Gus, obviously done by Justin. Across it was written in Brian’s small precise handwriting To the best son in the whole world, my valentine now and always.

“I want to frame this,” Lindsay said with a tear in her eye.

“I repeat, Brian Kinney is unbelievable,” Mel felt compelled to say.

 

*****
 

“So, what are we going to do for Valentine’s Day tomorrow?” Justin asked after they had recovered from their latest bout of fucking with a big chunk of lovemaking thrown in for good measure.

“We’re taking Gus to the zoo.”

“I know, but, um, are you taking me out for a special dinner?” Justin asked coyly.

“No.”

“Oh!”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Sunshine, but any decent restaurants are all booked. That’s why we took Gus out tonight,” Brian explained.

“Right, of course. I should have realized…”

“So, I thought…” Brian paused for effect. “That we could order room service. I hear the food is quite respectable in this hotel, and we could enjoy ourselves in our room.” Brian saw the brief look of disappointment on Justin’s face. He was having none of that. “We could have a picnic on the floor,” Brian suggested relishing the look of surprise on Justin’s face. Surprise turned to a radiant smile, just as Brian had hoped. He knew Justin would love the special food that he had already instructed the kitchen to prepare. “And then I can give you your valentine.”

“You have one for me?” Justin asked with hope gleaming in his eyes.

“I do.”

Justin rolled over and kissed Brian all over his face until they were both laughing and squeezing and getting hard.

“I love you so much,” Justin gushed.

“I love you right back, and for once I’m going to enjoy the fucking non-holiday of Valentine’s Day.”

“So am I … apparently,” Justin chuckled.

“You better.”

“Brian Kinney, you are totally unbelievable.”

“That’s me,” Brian said feeling the next round of lovemaking overtaking them both. What could be better than this?

 

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