Coming Out

Chapter 25

"Give it up, Taylor. I am not telling you where we’re going, so stop asking," Brian said, enjoying the teasing he was able to give Justin. They were headed to New York for the weekend and Brian was determined to keep it a secret until the last possible second.

"But Brian," Justin whined, his impatience getting the best of him. "Why can't you tell me? I mean, you already told me we were going to be gone for the weekend. Why can't you tell me where we are going?"

"The only reason you know we’re going to be away for the weekend is because you’re too much of a snoop for your own good. The next time I’ll make sure to wait until you’re sleeping to pack my clothes. Now don't ask again or I'm turning around and heading back home," Brian said, knowing he would do no such thing. Unfortunately, Justin knew it, too.

"You know, I have ways to make you tell me anything. Are you going to make me resort to other, more dirty methods?" Justin gave him a sly grin and Brian knew he was in trouble.

"Justin," Brian warned, but it was too late.

Before he knew what was happening, Justin was undoing Brian's pants and taking his soft cock in his mouth. Brian gripped the wheel and looked in his rear view mirror, making sure there was no one behind him before pulling off to the side of the road.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Brian asked, pulling Justin off his growing erection.

"I'm getting you to tell me where we’re going. I warned you," Justin replied, going back to his handy work.

Brian wasn't about to stop him again. Not when his cock was now rock hard and leaking. He reached under his seat and pulled the lever, sliding back to give Justin more room. He laid his head back, relishing in the warm mouth on his shaft. The pressure was building fast, due to Justin's talented mouth, and Brian knew his orgasm was not too far away. Justin knew this, too.

"Now," Justin said after releasing the cock from his mouth. “Are you going to tell me, or are you going to ride the rest of the trip ready to explode?"

"Justin!"

"It's your call," Justin replied, giving Brian a passionate kiss for good measure.

"Fine! We’re going to New York City! Now finish sucking me off!" Brian exclaimed, too far gone to care.

"New York City? Brian, I've always wanted to go there," Justin said with excitement.

"Justin, my cock," Brian demanded.

"Oh yeah, sorry," Justin replied, before taking the cock back into his mouth. He worked his magic and within minutes was rewarded when Brian shot his load down his throat. After licking the member clean, he gently put it back in Brian's pants and sat back waiting for his boyfriend to recover.

Brian took a few moments to come back down to earth before turning to Justin. "That was incredible...and underhanded."

"Sorry, I hate waiting. Besides, I was planning on blowing you anyway. I just figured I’d use it to my advantage," Justin replied with a smile. "We're really going to the city?"

"Yeah. I figured that since we never get to spend any time together anymore, it would be good to get away. Now buckle back up so we can get going, because as soon as I get you alone in our hotel room, I am going to fuck you into the mattress," Brian stated, his eyes filled with lust.

Justin just smiled as he quickly buckled his seatbelt.

They arrived in the city around dinnertime and headed right to their hotel to check in. Once they found their room, they ordered room service, and then Brian made good on his promise. They fucked and sucked into the early morning, when they fell asleep from exhaustion in each other's arms.

Brian woke up first, happy to have Justin in his arms. He hated that they lived in the same house, but could never sleep in bed together. He couldn't wait until they were able to move out on their own and begin their lives together. Unfortunately, that thought caused sadness, because first they had to survive four years apart while in college, settling for only occasional visits. Before he had time to really dwell on their future, Justin woke up.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

"Good morning. What were you just thinking about? You looked so far away," Justin asked, noticing the sadness in Brian's eyes.

"Nothing...well, nothing that I want to talk about this weekend," Brian replied, determined to keep reality at bay for the weekend.

Justin knew exactly what had caused the look and agreed that it wasn't the time to talk about it. "Don't worry about it, Brian. We’ll find a way to work it all out. Now, how about a shower? I can't wait to see the city."

"Well, than I suggest we don't take a shower together. Otherwise it might be quite awhile before we see anything other than the room," Brian said, placing a soft kiss on Justin's lips.

"I'll take my chances. I love running my hands up and down your hot, soapy body," Justin replied, climbing out of bed. He headed towards the shower, knowing without looking back that Brian would be right behind him.

Two hours later, they finally made there way outside. Brian hailed a cab and they headed straight for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Brian knew how much Justin would enjoy it and he wanted this weekend to be all about him. They strolled through the museum, taking in all the art and enjoying their time together. Brian had to admit that he’d enjoyed seeing the Museum, too. Once they were done, they took a cab to Soho and spent a couple of hours walking around the shops and taking in the sights. After they were done there, they made their way to Times Square. It was getting late, and neither one of them had eaten anything since the continental breakfast they had grabbed on their way out of the hotel.

"Where would you like to eat?" Brian asked, as they walked down the street.

"Actually, I want to eat at this place I heard about in school. It's called Mars 2112. It's supposed to be really cool. You take a ride in a space ship that takes you to Mars. That's where you eat, being waited on by people in costumes," Justin answered with all the excitement of a five year old.

"Well, it's your weekend so let's go," Brian replied, wondering what he got himself into by allowing Justin to choose.

By the time they had finished eating; Brian had had enough of Mars. The costumes were lame, and the food was over priced to pay for the entertainment. Once they walked outside, Justin apologized.

"I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't know it would be like that. It sounded like a fun place. I didn't think it would be that lame."

"It's okay, Sunshine. You can make it up to me later," Brian replied, knowing that Justin had no idea how childish the restaurant really was. "Do you want to check out the Wax Museum? It's right down the road."

"Sure. How do you know where everything is? I feel like we've been walking around in circles all day," Justin said, completely confused.

"Ah, the joys of the internet. Let's go," he explained, pulling Justin towards Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum.

They walked through the building, amazed by all the wax "celebrities" they saw. They agreed that Brad Pitt and Jon Bon Jovi were the hottest ones on display. Once they were back on the sidewalk, Brian asked Justin what he wanted to do next.

"I think I just want to go back to the hotel," Justin answered.

"Are you sure? I thought you’d want to see more while we’re here. The whole point was to come here and do the things we never get a chance to do at home," Brian said.

"How often do we get a chance to lay naked in each other's arms and make love in a bed?" Justin asked, his eyes glazing over at the thought of the evening ahead.

"Good point," Brian replied, raising his arm to hail a cab.

They made it back to the hotel in record time, racing to their room and up the stairs. Once they made it into the room, the passion they felt for each other took over and soon they were both naked. As they made their way to the bed, Justin's cell phone rang, causing the mood to be broken.

"Hello?" He answered, never taking his eyes off Brian.

Brian watched Justin as he answered the phone, anxious to get back to what they were doing. As he listened to the one sided conversation, he realized that something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. Justin wasn't speaking, all color had drained from his face and he was visibility shaking. After a few minutes, he heard a strangled reply.

"We'll be home soon."

Brian took the phone from Justin just as it was dropping from his hand. "Justin? What is it? What's wrong?"

"My...my...parents...they were....they were in an accident," Justin stammered, his voice void of emotion.

"Oh, Justin, are they..." Brian asked, softly, afraid of the answer. He had become very close to Craig and Jennifer in the last few months and couldn't image losing them.

"I'm...not...sure. We need to get to the hospital," Justin said in a daze.

"Yeah, right, let's go...pack your things and I'll call the front desk and let them know we’re checking out," Brian replied, reaching for the phone. As shocking as it was to hear, he knew he needed to be there for Justin right now. They were his parents and he was going to need someone to lean on. Brian could grieve in silence if he had to. He called the front desk and explained the situation, asking them to prepare their bill, then went to pack his things. He threw on his clothes quickly and walked over to Justin, who was already dressed, packed, and standing by the window staring out into the night. He came up behind him and tried to wrap his arms around him, only to have Justin push him away.

"I'm alright, Brian," he replied quietly.

"Justin."

"No, let's just go," Justin replied icily. He turned around and grabbed his bag, heading for the door.

Brian felt the distance between them begin to grow, but tried not to take it personally. Justin had just received horrible news; he just needed time to let it sink in.

They checked out quickly and headed for home, wishing they weren't so far away. Neither one spoke during the ride, both of them lost in thought. Hours later they pulled up outside of the hospital. Justin sat there for a moment, staring at the hospital as if willing it all to disappear. Brian's heart was breaking for the boy and he reached out, trying to take his hand in support, only to be pushed away again.

"Don't," Justin whispered.

"Justin, please let me help you," Brian pleaded; wanting to take away some of the pain and fear Justin was feeling.

"I don't need your help. What I need is to turn back the clock. Can you do that, Brian? Can you make this all go away?" Justin waited a moment, knowing Brian would have no reply. "That's what I thought. Now let's go."

Justin climbed out of the jeep and headed towards the emergency room without waiting for Brian. He walked up to the desk and addressed the woman there.

"I'm looking for my parents, Jennifer and Craig Taylor. I was told they were in an accident. I was out of town and just got back. Are they..." Justin couldn't finish his thought.

"Have a seat. I'll let the doctor know you’re here, and someone will be out to talk to you shortly," the woman assured him.

"Thanks," Justin replied. He’d felt Brian come up behind him, but couldn't acknowledge him right now. He needed to be alone.

Brian watched Justin walk away and sit by himself. He wanted to comfort him, but knew he needed to give him some space. Sitting across the room, he watched him closely, ready to take action if he was needed. Brian looked up when he saw someone approaching Justin. He rose and went to stand beside him, careful not to get too close.

"Mr. Taylor? My name is Dr. Stevens. I treated both of your parents when they came in. Why don't we go to my office and talk?" The doctor suggested.

"Are they..." Justin tried once again, finding that he still couldn't say the words.

"They’re alive, but I’d rather talk to you somewhere more private," he replied, looking over at Brian.

"I'm Brian Kinney. I live with the Taylor's. They’re my guardians." Brian heard the catch in his voice and realized how upset he was by what happened.

"I'm sorry, Brian. Why don't we all go to my office?" Dr. Stevens said, walking towards the door. He glanced back, making sure the two young men were following, then headed straight for his office. Once they were safely inside he began to explain.

"You mother has suffered a severe concussion, as well as two broken legs and a ruptured spleen. We operated to remove the spleen and set her legs. She's in recovery now. Once she's ready, she will be admitted to a room where we will keep a close watch on her. She’s going to be fine, but she's going to have to be sent to a long term care center facility while she is recovering, since she is going to need constant care," he explained, letting the news sink in.

"Okay, okay...that's good. What about my Dad?" Justin asked, not showing any emotion.

"Your father sustained more serious injuries. He was thrown from the car and suffered some internal injuries. We went in and tried the best we could to repair the damage, and so far I think we've succeeded. His blood pressure has stabilized, and he's showing no signs of infection right now. The problem is that he has some minor swelling on the brain which has caused him to slip into a coma. All we can do is wait and see how this plays out. There is not much more we can do at the moment. I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you more," he stopped speaking for a minute, giving them time to absorb the news. "It's late. Why don't you both go home and get some rest. It's after midnight and you're mother will be asleep at least until morning. You can come back then and see them both," the doctor suggested, noticing the pained look on the young man's face.

"I can't go home. I need to see them. I want to..."

"Justin. Dr. Stevens is right. It's been a long day. Let's go home and get a few hours sleep. We’ll come back first thing in the morning," Brian assured him, hoping to get him to agree.

"We'll call you if there are any changes, but I don't anticipate any for awhile. You won't do your parents any good if you drop from exhaustion," Dr. Stevens pointed out.

Justin sat there for a moment, contemplating his options. The doctor was right, he was exhausted. Besides, he needed to call Molly first thing in the morning. She was spending the weekend at her friend’s house and didn't know what had happened yet. He gave a silent thanks that she’d been gone and not in the car with them. "Alright, we'll go home for awhile, but I'll be back in a few hours and I want to see my parents then."

"I understand, Justin. Hopefully, we will know more about your father's condition by then," Dr Stevens said, rising to show the young men out.

"Thank you, Dr. Stevens," Brian said, shaking the doctor's hand.

"You're welcome, Brian. I’m sorry I can't give you better news right now," he replied, waiting until Justin was far enough ahead of them before continuing. "You might want to keep an eye on him. He looks like he could be in shock right now."

"I will, thanks," he assured him, following Justin through the hospital and out the door.

The ride back to the house was done in silence. Justin had nothing to say, and Brian still wanted to give him the space he needed. Once they were inside, they went their separate ways and got ready for bed. Brian gave Justin a few moments, and then went to him, hoping to offer him comfort. He lightly knocked on his door, and waited for a reply. When he got none, he slowly turned the knob and walked in, finding Justin curled up in bed, his body wracked with silent sobs.

"Oh, Justin, " Brian whispered, approaching the distraught boy. He gently climbed into bed and took Justin in his arms. "Shhh, it’ll be okay."

"I can't...Brian...It's too much...I almost lost them. I could still lose my..." Justin couldn't continue through his grief.

"You won't, Justin. It's all going to be okay. Lean on me, Justin. I’ll help you through this," Brian assured him, rubbing his back in silent support. He wished there was something he could do to take away the pain, but there was nothing anyone could do. They just had to wait to see what happened next. As he felt Justin begin to relax and drift off to sleep, he prayed to God that he was right. That everything would be okay.


End of part 25
01/07/04

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