Happy First Night

 

Under the threat of negative publicity following Justin, Brian, and Tony’s impromptu jailhouse ceremony, mayor James T. Stockwell ordered the immediate release of all St. Sabina wedding guests. As originally planned, The Plaza’s limousine service picked up Ben and Michael, and delivered them to their honeymoon suite at the five star hotel. Ben and Michael surveyed their ultra contemporary surroundings. The California king size bed, covered in silk pastel linens, hot tub, wet bar, wide screen television, fresh flowers, champagne on ice, all the way down to the chocolate covered strawberries, and mints on the pillows had Anthony Massey’s impeccable, signature style written all over it. Indeed, the word opulent didn’t do the place justice. It was Brian’s gift to Michael, to ensure that his best friend’s first night as a married man would be a memorable one.

Given the stress from the wedding, the police raid, and the hours spent in the crowded, 12th Precinct lock-up, it had been a long, hellish day. The exhausted newlyweds finally eased down into the bubbling water of their private Jacuzzi. “Ahhhhhh.” Ben and Michael closed their eyes, and rested their heads on the back of the marble tub.

“This feels fantastic.” Ben sighed.

“I could sit here forever.” Michael agreed.

Ben sank down even further into the swirling water. “This must have cost Brian a fortune,” he noted.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Tony gave him the family discount.” Michael said. “I can’t believe we’re really married. I didn’t think this day would ever come. Did you?”

“Oh, I knew it would come, I just didn’t expect all of the drama surrounding it.” Ben reached over, and pulled Michael close to him. “What I can’t believe is that we actually witnessed Brian Kinney getting married.”

Michael was still in shock. “I certainly never thought I’d live to see the day. I wouldn’t have believed it either, if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes,” he said.

“Leave it to Brian to say fuck you to the rest of the world, and redefine marriage on his own terms.” Ben chuckled.

A thought suddenly occurred to Michael. “Can you imagine a threesome honeymoon?” he grinned.

“I’m sure the Royal Trio are making lasting memories as we speak.” Ben smiled. “Speaking of lasting memories, it’s time that we started making some of our own.”

“Happy first night, Mr. Novotny.” Michael smiled.

“Happy first night, Mr. Bruckner.” Benjamin kissed his husband.

 

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Far away from the prying eyes of journalists, and photographers camped out in front of The Plaza Hotel, The Royal Trio were spending their honeymoon night at Justin’s less than luxurious apartment. Also unlike the wedding night bliss of Ben and Michael, the stark reality of what had happened earlier that evening was now beginning to sink in. When it comes to love, there’s always a bit of madness involved, but this was by far the most insane thing Tony had ever done. Equally as perplexed by his own actions was Brian. What the hell was he thinking? Everything that he held vile and repulsive was now being laid out before him, a future of suburban living, white picket fences, Weber grills, and dear God….. mini vans!

“This is a nightmare. This can’t be happening.” Brian paced the floor.

Tony rested his head on the back of the sofa. “Sit down, you’re giving me a headache.” he groaned.

“I need a drink.” Brian continued to pace.

“That’s not going to help.” Tony massaged his temples. “We both need to keep a clear head, and try to figure a way out of this mess.”

“This is all your fault.” Brian paused to point the finger.

“My fault?” Tony lifted his head, and looked at Brian.

“That’s right. You’re the one who made the final decision. When Justin suggested that we get married right then and there, in the jailhouse, you could have said no, and come up with a thousand of your long-winded reasons, but what do you say?…..Alright, let’s do this.” Brian mimicked Tony’s voice.

“And at that point, why didn’t YOU say something?” Tony shifted the blame.

“Because YOU’RE supposed to be the rational one, that’s why!” Brian barked.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down. Justin will hear you!” Tony whispered.

Brian looked over at the bathroom door. “He’s probably in there putting on a white negligee as we speak.”

“God, I hope not.” Tony could feel his blood pressure rising. “We have to think of something.”

Brian’s eyes suddenly lit up. “What about this? We could say that we were drunk,” he suggested.

“What?” Tony frowned.

“It’s not as crazy as it sounds. People do it all the time in Las Vegas. They get drunk, they get married, they sober up, and get a divorce the next day.” Brian defended his idea.

“This isn’t Las Vegas.” Tony reminded him. “This is Pittsburgh, and neither of us have ever been that drunk…Where are you going?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting the hell out of here.” Brian made a bee-line for the door.

“The fuck if you are!” Tony charged after his runaway groom, and bear-hugged him down onto the floor.

“Let me go!” Brian struggled.

“You’re not leaving me here by myself!” Tony held on tighter.

“Then you’d better come up with a plan, and you’d better come up with it fast!” Brian warned.

“Ok…listen up….here’s what we’re going to do.” Tony quickly decided. “When Justin comes out of the bathroom, I’ll go in to take my shower, and that’s when you can tell him.”

“Me, why me?” Brian whined.

“Because you’ve got the talent for it, that’s why.” Tony rationalized. “Let’s face it, Brian, between the two of us, you’re the cold blooded, brutally honest one. Justin would accept it coming from you much easier than if it came from me.”

“And what exactly am I suppose to say Mr. Sensitivity?” Brian wanted to know.

“Tell him the truth, that we got caught up in the moment, and that this marriage was a mistake. Tell him that it has nothing to do with how we feel about each other, we just don’t want to be married. I’ll give you a sufficient amount of time, then I’ll come out, and we can both make it up to him.” Tony said.

“You call that a plan?” Brian tried to keep his voice down.

“It’s better than just running away.” Tony said.

“Speak for yourself. I’m getting the hell out of here.” Brian wrenched himself from Tony’s grip.

The two men had just scrambled back to a standing position when the bathroom door opened. Still damp from his shower, and with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Justin stood smiling in the doorway. “I’m all done. Who’s next?” he asked.

 

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Tony hurried off to the shower, leaving Brian to handle the unenviable task of telling Justin that their less than 24hr marriage was over. While Anthony Massey’s ruthlessness in the business world was legendary, the self-made millionaire was mush in Justin’s hands. For the life of Brian, he still couldn’t figure out how the then 17yr old could not only snare such a formidable man, but also manage to wrap him around his little finger. Brian concluded that Tony was right. This situation called for a much firmer hand than Tony was able to offer. It was up to him to tell Justin that their marriage was a mistake.

Justin walked over to Brian, and wrapped his arms around his waist. “How do you feel Mr. Taylor?” He stood on tiptoes, and kissed Brian’s neck.

This wasn’t going to be easy. “Baby, we need to talk.” Brian said.

“Yes, husband?” Justin smiled.

The husband reference caught Brian off guard. Husband…it did have kind of a nice ring to it. “Maybe we’d better sit down.” Brian suggested.

The two men walked over to the sofa, where Brian took a seat. Much to his dismay, Justin chose to sit in his lap. “Yes, husband?” he said again, this time wrapping his arms around Brian’s neck.

Brian looked into the beautiful pools of blue. Was it just his imagination, or were Justin’s eyes brighter than usual tonight? “Baby, this whole Proposition 14 thing…. ” he began

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” Justin interrupted him. “If it hadn’t have been for Proposition 14 we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“That’s right, we wouldn’t be here right now….” Brian agreed. Again he looked into Justin’s eyes. Yes, they were brighter tonight. In fact, some would say that his baby was absolutely glowing this evening. “Like I was saying…this whole Proposition 14 thing caught everybody off guard, and made for some hasty decisions…” Brian tried again.

“But not you, it didn’t catch you off guard.” Justin said most assuredly. “If there’s one thing I know about Brian Kinney it’s that you’re always honest, no matter what. I’ve always admired that about you. That’s why being married to you is so special to me. I know you love me, and that you wouldn’t have married me, if you didn’t really want to. Oh Brian, I never thought this day would come. Did you?”

“No….no I didn’t.” Brian swallowed hard. He could feel his principles melting.

“You know my father said that you’d never love me enough to marry me. But look at us now.” Justin continued to gush.

“Yeah…look at us now.” In desperation, Brian looked past Justin’s shoulder at the bathroom door. This certainly wasn’t turning out as planned. He was going to need backup. When the hell was Tony coming out of that goddamn shower?

“I love you, Brian.” Justin breathlessly kissed his groom.

Brian ran his hand along the soft white flesh of Justin’s thigh, stopping short of the towel. With his defenses now down, the blunt, always honest, straightforward Brian Kinney bravely tried one last time. “Maybe we should wait for Tony,” he said.

“Maybe Tony can join us later.” Justin guided Brian’s hand underneath the towel. “Happy first night, daddy.”

Brian wrapped his fingers around Justin’s cock, and began to gently stroke the awakening member. God, he loved it when Justin called him daddy…………………………..

 

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The hot water in the shower was beginning to run cold, as Tony stalled for time. Talk about a fucking metaphor. While Tony’s precious one certainly had his softer side, when it came to being brutally honest, Brian’s blood could run as cold as the water that now flowed down Tony’s back. Shit! Tony kicked himself for being such a coward. Delicate matters of the heart required tact, and finesse. How could he turn his princess over to the blunt, straightforward Brian Kinney? Again, Tony reinforced to himself that it was better this way, cut and dry. Sure Justin’s heart would be broken, but he was young, and would soon get over it. Justin had to be made to understand that being a boyfriend was easy. Hot fucks on the weekends, and a few times during the week, some flowers now and then, along with an occasional token of affection from Tiffany’s, and that was it. Justin needed to understand that neither of his princes were husband material…..Husband, hmmm, it did have kind of a nice ring to it.

Time in the cold shower had given Tony an opportunity to rethink his situation. He wasn’t getting any younger, and he certainly couldn’t do any better. Hell, most men would kill to be in his position. Imagine having the choice of an auburn haired beauty, or a blonde angel, or better yet, having them both at the same time. The fact that Tony loved them both only added to the ludicrousness of what he now realized was a decision, spawned from fear, and self doubt. Anthony Massey had built his fortune on bold moves, and long shots. Why couldn’t he apply that same intuition to his personal life? The skittish newlywed stepped out of the cold shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist. Maybe it wasn’t too late to save his less than 24hr marriage.

 

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Given the stress from the wedding, the police raid, and the hours spent in the crowded, 12th Precinct lock-up, it had been a long, hellish day. Tony found his exhausted boys naked, and sound asleep in Justin’s bed. Brian was out like a light, on his back, with Justin sprawled across his chest, riding the slow, rhythmic moves of Brian’s breaths. Tony climbed in beside them, and eased the sheet up over them both.

Brian instantly opened his eyes, and turned his head toward the movement on the bed. “Shh!” He placed one finger to his lips.

Tony reached over, and took Brian’s hand, and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Happy first night, Mr. Massey,” he whispered.

“Happy first night, Mr. Kinney.” Brian whispered back.


NEXT WEEK: Backlash

 

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