The Gus Diaries

Part 18

The Ski Trip

We just got back from the ski trip of a lifetime! It was amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. It really pays to get good grades. Sometimes the surprise rewards are better than anything imaginable.

I guess I should probably start from the beginning if I’m recording this to actually remember what happened.

Last Thursday night after work, Uncle Michael and I met Dad, MJ and Jeff at the diner. Grandma Deb and Jeff were both working through the dinner shift. After dinner Uncle Michael was going to take Grandma with him to pick up Jenny. She was going to spend the three-day weekend with her dads.

“You know Gus I’m glad you moved in with your dads.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because now I get to see my Honeybun all the time since your moms missed you enough to move back to Pittsburgh.”

“Uncle Michael.”

“Yeah, Gus.”

“I’m glad you’re happy Jenny is around more, but a word of advice…she hates that nickname. If you think about it, it’s kind of babyish.”

“But I’ve called her that since she was born.”

“I know.”

“Mikey, what my very tactful son is trying to say is that Jenny isn’t a baby anymore and when you call her that sickeningly sweet name she feels like one.”

“Oh, well, what about Sonny Boy? Isn’t that kind of babyish?”

“Which is why you don’t see me calling him that in public, at the diner.”

“Oh.”

“It’s okay, Uncle Michael; Jenny can be really confusing and fickle. I have trouble understanding her and I lived with her for ten years.”

Justin started choking on his drink.

“Now, now, Sunshine, are you jealous that we haven’t addressed your nickname yet?” Dad was really smirking now.

“Asshole.”

“Hey, that’s right. What about Sunshine? There’s a stupid nickname if I’ve ever heard one.”

Just then Grandma Deb came by to give us our meals, cracking her gum (gross). “What’s wrong with Sunshine? Have you looked at his fucking smile and hair? Let’s face it if you want to talk about nicknames Honeybun has got to be the worst.”

“What?!?!” Poor Uncle Michael.

“Well, it’s such a babyish name. Poor JR must get so embarrassed when she hears it.”

“You called me Honeybun.”

“Until you were five, Michael. She’s almost eleven…and a girl…with the nickname of a big, fat, round sticky pastry.”

Dad laughed out loud, “Thank you Maw, for that wonderful and enlightening lesson in pre-adolescent nickname etiquette.” Then he turned to look at Michael, “See Mikey, do you get it now?”

“Fuck off,” Michael said, but it was obvious that he wasn’t too mad.

Maybe Jenny will owe me one now. I’ll have to tell her about this dinner next time we see each other.

As soon as Grandma and Jeff finished their shift, we headed out to Britin for homework and to pack for the ski trip. We had a whole weekend together coming up and I couldn’t wait to hit the slopes…and to check out some other things too.

 

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When we got to the house Jeff and I immediately did our homework. He had a test the next day and I had the first paper of the new semester to turn in and I wanted to get a good grade on it. We knew we had all weekend together so we purposely didn’t distract each other.

I finished my homework before Jeff finished his studying. Junior year is one of the hardest and I don’t want to get in the way, so I left my room and went downstairs to get a snack and a bottle of water, then check out what might be on TV.

When I got to the media room I found MJ sketching. Even though he painted in his studio, he spent a lot of time sketching all over the place.

“Is that prep for a painting or is it just going to stay as a sketch?”

“It’s a memory. When I find something special I want to remember, for whatever reason, I have to sketch it.”

“Kind of like me and my journal.”

“Something like that. You express yourself best in the written word and I do it best with drawings.”

“MJ, did you tell Dad about what we talked about last week?”

“No, but I have to admit that I want to. He’s your father and he loves you. He’s also my husband…shit, I hardly ever say that. He’s my husband and I don’t think it’s healthy for our relationship for me to keep something like this from him. I don’t have to give him details, but should the opportunity arise, I’d like your permission to give him an idea of what we talked about.”

“I don’t know, MJ. Can you try to wait until after the weekend?”

“Will you trust my judgment?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just don’t want him to mess anything up.”

“Has he ever?”

“No.”

“Then why do you think he’d start now.”

I couldn’t answer that. I just sat back and watched MJ sketch. He really has a special way with a pencil and paper. He brings people and moments to life with his sketches. It makes me jealous that he can do that. Mom can do it, too, but just not as detailed.

After a while I leaned my head back and just relaxed on the sofa and then I was startled when MJ blurted out, “Fuck.”

I looked up and saw the pencil on the floor and MJ rubbing his hand. I’d never seen that before. “Are you okay? What happened? Should I get Dad?”

“No, I’m sorry I scared you. It happens mostly when I sketch too long because I have to grip the pencil.”

“What happens?”

“My hand gets a kind of cramp. It seizes up. I just have to rub it and exercise it.”

“Can you fix it?”

“I don’t know, maybe, probably not; I’ve had this for a while. It just tells me that it’s time to take a break.”

“How long have you had this cramping thing?”

“Almost thirteen years.”

“Wow, you’ve had this kind of crap since you were 18 years old. That sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.” Then MJ put the sketchpad on the coffee table closed his eyes and rubbed his right hand with his left.

Then it was like lightning struck. “Oh Shit. Is this from…?”

Without opening his eyes he simply nodded his head.

Dad walked in and must have heard a little of what was going on. “Justin, let’s go upstairs.” He gently touched MJ’s shoulder and when MJ opened his eyes I saw that they were moist. I’m not sure what was going on but it seemed really important. “I think we have to make that appointment. You’ve been postponing for too long now.”

“I know. Sometimes it’s easier not to hear what someone has to say.”

“Easier, but definitely ineffectual.”

“When should we call?”

“We’ll call tomorrow and get you in next week. My guess is that this will simply be step one, but at least we’ll make a start.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what. I need you to say it.”

“I remember another much more pleasant time you said that.”

“Me, too, but humor me now and say it.”

Dad and MJ were looking at each other. Dad brushed his hand over MJ’s cheek and rested his hand on the back of MJ’s neck. “It’s time to pursue medical intervention, even if it might get invasive.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Then the two of them kissed. It was sort of desperate looking and made me want to cry even though I wasn’t truly sure of what they were talking about. I just hope that whatever this medical intervention is will cure MJ. I love watching him sketch. He always seems…I don’t know…at peace with a sketch pad and pencil in his hands.

As the two of them started to head upstairs Dad turned to me. “We’re going up to finish packing so we’ll be ready to leave right after you boys get out of school tomorrow. I think you should do the same.”

“Okay Dad.” My questions about MJ could probably wait until after the ski trip.

 

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When I got to my room Jeff was closing his science book. He looked up and saw me. “Finished.”

“Great. My dads want us to pack so we can get out right after school tomorrow.”

“Then let’s pack, Newbie.”

As we packed I looked at my little toy box. I even had time to get one of those cans of whipped cream that doesn’t need to be refrigerated until after you open it. I decided to keep it quiet for the moment and just slipped it into my duffle bag.

“Hey, Gus, did you think about it?”

“About what?” Sometimes I can be so clueless.

“You know, about us taking what we’ve got to, well, the next level.”

“Oh, you mean sex.”

“Yeah, having sex.”

“I’ve thought of it…a lot!”

“And?”

“And I think I figured out a compromise that will work for both of us.”

“A compromise about sex? Now you lost me.”

“I spoke to MJ.”

“You did WHAT!”

“Relax, MJ is cool and he really listened to me. We talked about some shit and he gave me some ideas to ‘spice up our sex life’ without necessarily having intercourse.”

“Sounds like more same old same old.”

“It probably does sound like that and if you don’t want to go on the trip with me I understand.” I was really nervous and then I looked up at Jeff. “Jeff, I’m just not ready. I’m too young and if you want to go and find a guy closer to your age who’s more mature I’m cool with that.” Then I added something I once heard Dad say just to make sure that he really knew that I would be okay if he needed someone who could satisfy him better than me. “There’s no locks on our doors. You can leave whenever you want.”

I held my breath for a minute. I hoped that Jeff would still want to go with us tomorrow but I wasn’t 100% sure. When he finally answered I was a bit surprised.

“That is the most fucked up thing you’ve ever said to me. I didn’t give you my locker key because I wanted to take off the first time you made a decision for yourself that I might not agree with. If this is the advice that MJ gave you, you’d better find a new confidant, because it sucks.”

I laughed to myself thinking that it was a phrase I once heard Dad use, and I’m not sure but if I really think about it I remember MJ telling him that he should stop living in the past. I guess I should take my talking cues from MJ, too. This was not the reaction I expected.

“I thought you trusted me.” Jeff had totally stopped packing and walked over to me.

“I do. Sometimes my age and IQ match when it comes to judging this kind of stuff.”

“Well, the way I see it you’re a totally hot 20 year old in a VERY HOT 14 year old body…who gets fucking insecure when he has to say, ‘No’, to me.” Then he put his arms around my waist and placed his forehead against mine. “But you’re right about one thing. There are no fucking locks on our doors, there don’t have to be, because I want to stay here and unless you kick me out you’re stuck with me.”

I looked up at him, put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him towards me for a kiss. I couldn’t stop kissing him. I’m not sure if it was out of happiness, love or just plain relief, but I just couldn’t stop and he didn’t seem to want to stop either. We just stood there kissing for the longest time. When he pulled back a little he brushed his thumb across my cheek and I felt the moisture. I didn’t even realize that I must have shed a few tears…although I’m not sure why I did that either.

“Are you okay?” He looked at me with concern.

“Yeah, I just…I just…”

“Me, too.” And then Jeff smiled this incredible smile that was so beautiful. I’m so fucking lucky.

We went back to packing and then I went to tell Dad and MJ we finished and were going to sleep. Their door was ajar so I approached and then stopped when I heard them talking.

“I don’t know if I can go through with this.”

“I’m scared too, but do you want this fucking neuro-motor control shit to develop into arthritis? That’s what your neurologist said could happen and the rheumatologist agreed. Do you want to stop drawing and painting at 31?”

“I have my gallery.”

“Could that ever be enough?”

“You know it’s not. But what if something happens while I’m in surgery? What if the power goes out or the computers that are reading my brain waves go berserk?”

Dad laughed, “You have got to stop watching those asinine medical shows. That’s all bullshit and you know it.”

“What about the fact that I’ve been in a coma once? If it happens again, I may not wake up.”

“You will always wake up and come back to me. That’s what you do…you always come back to take care of me.”

“I love you, Brian. You mean so much more to me than my art. I really mean that.”

“I know you do. You mean more to me than…well you know. But that’s why I need you whole and happy. When you’re my age you don’t want to have a non-functional drawing hand. Besides that would be one less hand to give me a hand job with.”

MJ laughed a little at that. “You’re an asshole, you know.”

“So I’ve been told, repeatedly. But I’m your asshole, so we’re stuck with each other.”

“Thank you. We’ll call tomorrow, together.”

“Together.”

The room got quiet and I knew from experience that they were holding each other so I gave them another minute before I knocked.

“Come in, Gus.”

“Hey, MJ, Dad. We’re going to sleep.”

“Sonny Boy, did you finish packing?”

“Yeah Dad, we’re set. Oh and Dad…”

“Yes.”

“Sonny Boy’s a terrific nickname.”

“I thought so.”

With that I left them alone and closed the door behind me, making a mental note that after the ski trip I had to know what the fuck was going on with MJ. I shoved my concern down as I walked back to my room.

 

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The ski lodge was this really ritzy place at the base of some amazing mountains in the Pennsylvania Poconos. It may not be Aspen, but it was just a weekend getaway. I wonder what I’d get for getting a kick-ass score on my PSAT’s next year.

After checking in we went to this incredibly huge suite that Dad reserved. There were two huge bedrooms on opposite ends of the suite, each with a private bathroom. In the middle was a big living room space with a fireplace, sofa, and chairs. The innermost corner of the living area had a little kitchenette with a coffee pot and a mini-fridge and a microwave oven. There was also a small countertop stove with two burners if we decided to do any kind of cooking in the room.

The space adjacent to the fireplace had a big sliding glass door that opened onto a balcony. It was too cold for that but the view of the mountain was really beautiful…and could be kind of romantic if my dads weren’t around.

We unpacked, had dinner in the lodge’s restaurant and then changed for some night skiing. It was fabulous and lots of fun. Jeff looked so hot in his blue and silver ski outfit. It was hard to concentrate on skiing, but I managed to get down the mountain without falling or running into a tree.

When we got back to the room the four of us had some hot chocolate in front of the fire and talked about a lot of nothing. It was perfect.

“Jeff, what were your grades like this past semester?” Dad asked and then he smirked, “Just wondering if you really deserve this trip as much as Gus.”

“Actually, Mr. Kinney, I got straight A’s.”

“Very nice. I hope your common sense will continue to match your academic achievements.”

“I hope so, too. I’ll need to get scholarships when I apply for college and a lot of the colleges do interviews for the big scholarships. I want to make a good impression.”

“Yes, I remember it well.”

“Did you get a scholarship?”

“Brian had a full athletic scholarship, based on grades and athletic achievement…although I was just a child at the time.” MJ snickered.

“Well, child, I think it’s your bedtime, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, it’s way past my bedtime.” The two of them laughed all the way to their room.

I just rolled my eyes, “Parents can be so weird.”

“You said it. When your Grandma Jen and Tucker want to get it on, they get so nauseating that I want to puke. At least your dads are gay. They’re not that gross.”

“Ewww, I never want to think of my Grandmother having sex.”

“Where the fuck do you think Justin came from?”

“Let’s just not go there.”

“Okay, then how about you and I head off to bed?”

“Sounds great to me.” I was kind of nervous but I figured that this was the night I had to try to show Jeff more ways we could have fun in bed.

 

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After we went into the bedroom I made sure the door was locked. I definitely did not want any interruptions.

“Jeff, I just want you to know…”

“Shhhh.” And then Jeff kissed me. As we kissed he put his hands under my shirt and we separated as he lifted it off me. I ever-so-slowly unzipped his sweater and slowly pushed it off his shoulders. Then I pulled off his long-sleeved t-shirt and began kissing down his chest. When I sucked on his nipples he cried out softly, “Fuck.” I smiled against him knowing that was because of me.

“Too much clothes.”

“You’re so right, Newbie.”

We pulled off our jeans, underwear and socks and tossed them on the floor. As we got into bed I pulled out my little box of goodies and set it on the nightstand.

“What the fuck is that?”

“A surprise; just for you.”

Jeff smiled and we began to touch each other everywhere as we kissed. I didn’t realize I could get so hard, just from anticipating what was to happen. I needed to stay in some control but I had a feeling that was going to be impossible.

Jeff softly ran his hand over my entire chest and then across my cheek. “So beautiful.” With him I really feel beautiful. He leaned down to gently kiss and suck on my cock and I nearly lost it. Then he grabbed some lube he had left on his nightstand and moistened his fingers. He then placed one finger at my hole.

He started to very slowly press in, “Oh God.” He pressed one more finger in and I arched my back. It was pure heaven. Who the fuck needed more than this?

As he pressed in further he found that wonderful sweet spot and began to gently nudge over it. I was trying to hold out but then he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Gus, come for me.” Then he pressed against my prostate over and over.

“Oh fuck, oh God,” I totally lost all control and started to come all over my chest as he watched with a smile on his face. When I finished he pulled his fingers out and ran them through my cum and brushed them across his lips. It was mesmerizing. Then he kissed me and we both got to taste me…so HOT!

I touched his cheek and then looked down and saw that his cock was hard and dripping though I hadn’t even touched him yet. I knew this was just the beginning and I could have some playtime of my own.

After talking to MJ I’d wanted to get a cock-ring, too, but he said it wasn’t safe without experience and refused so I just hoped that Jeff could last a little longer while we played.

“Jeff, lay back.” He looked at me and raised his eyebrows and I just smiled back. I reached into my box and started with the easiest thing in there.

I discretely pulled out the whipped cream and opened it. “What the fuck?” he said.

“Shhhh.” I sprayed a little on each of his nipples, then a few spots down his chest and in his belly button. He began to squirm, so I knew I better pick up the pace. Then I sprayed a large dollop on his beautiful, almost purple, cock.

As I began to suck and devour my Jeff dessert he began to quietly moan and made some utterances I couldn’t really hear. To be honest I was having so much fun I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to his words…words weren’t important now.

I straddled his legs and held them down and together as I continued to suck down all my whipped cream deposits. When I reached his cock I ran my finger up and down, spreading the sweet cream all around and mixing it with his pre-cum. I finally couldn’t resist and Jeff’s legs were pushing at me from below as his moans began to increase. Then I swallowed him and sucked down all the lovely white cream as quickly as possible.

Then I heard a very guttural sound come from Jeff as he let go and I found myself swallowing a whole different taste treat. When he was finished I licked him clean and smiled as I lay half on top of him and half on my side. He looked at me with the most incredibly content smile on his face.

“That was amazing. Now I’m not sure who the newbie is.”

“I’ll always be your Newbie.” I kissed him again and we lay there quietly, gently stroking each others’ hair and chest.

After a few minutes both of us seemed to regain some strength. Makes me kind of glad we’re both athletes.

“Gus.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any other surprises in that little box?”

“You have no idea. Are you interested, or do you think it might be too same old same old.”

“Shut up and let’s play show and tell.” I laughed at his corny line but realized that I had achieved my goal…and his.

I reached into the box and pulled out the one toy that I really wanted him to use on me. I could see why MJ liked being a bottom and I knew this would be a true test. I pulled out the toy and put it under my pillow as I began to kiss Jeff with increasing passion.

He began to touch me all over and when he went to touch my cock I pushed his hand away. He looked at me and then I pulled out a long thin vibrator…batteries included because I’m always prepared. It was slimmer than his two fingers so I wasn’t worried.

Jeff looked at it and then when I turned it on he realized its full potential. His face took on a curious look and then I realized he thought I wanted to use it on him. I turned it off and placed it in his hands and reached over and handed him the bottle of lube. Jeff smiled and nodded.

He covered the vibrator with just enough lube and looked at me, “Are you sure?”

“No, but I’d like to try. Just go slow.” He pulled me tightly against him and then began kissing my neck and face all over.

Slowly he turned me on my back. “I want to watch you.” I nodded.

He lifted my legs to his shoulders and leaned down to kiss me as he began to insert the vibrator. “Oh fuck!”

“Are you okay?”

“Just give me a minute.” Then I relaxed and breathed and nodded and he began to slowly push it in further.

When it was in all the way I looked at Jeff and he kissed me again. “Are you ready?” I just nodded again because at this point I didn’t think I could speak.

Jeff turned the vibrator on. I’m not sure what I said or yelled or moaned. The feeling was unmatchable and I arched slightly but Jeff was over me so there was nowhere to go. While the vibrator moved on the inside I could feel Jeff moving against me from above. He had lined his cock up with mine and was rubbing them together. It was wonderful and too intense all at once and I’m sure it was less than a minute before I started to shoot, “Jeff…”

When I returned to some level of coherence Jeff was lying still on top of me and the vibrator was back on the nightstand. He was holding me so tight I could hardly breathe but it was worth it. When I rubbed my hands up and down his back he leaned up and looked at me.

“You were amazing. Fuck, you are amazing. I shot just watching you, and hearing you call out my name, without even touching myself.”

I smiled, not yet ready to say anything.

“Gus, you are so beautiful. You really are a special person. I thought I was in love once with that other guy I told you about. He convinced me that sex was our ticket to forever so, well…we did.”

“It’s okay.”

“Let me finish.” I nodded and looked into Jeff’s eyes as I stroked his cheek with my fingertips. “He didn’t know anything about love or caring or respect. You do. You can unlock every fucking door on the planet, but wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. We can learn together and I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

It was all too much and I just held him and buried my head in the space between his neck and shoulders and like a stupid pussy began to cry.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I choked out. “I’m really such a pussy sometimes, and I know you don’t like hearing this, but, I love you Jeff.”

I bravely looked at him to see if I’d totally ruined everything by opening my big mouth, but found that he had the most wonderful smile on his face.

“Right back at you, Gus.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess I fuckin’ love you, too. And don’t forget it.”

“Never.” We held each other close, all wet and sticky, and pulled the blanket up to cover ourselves. I don’t think I’ve ever slept deeper or better in my whole life.

 

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The next morning after we awoke and took a much needed shower, Jeff and I ventured out into the living area to find Dad and MJ drinking coffee.

“Did you boys have a good night’s sleep?” Dad asked with a small smile on his face.

“Yes, sir.”

“And you, Gus.”

“Just fine, Dad.”

“That’s good. When we heard the shower start, we took the liberty of ordering some breakfast. It should be here any minute.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kinney, I’m starving.”

“I bet.”

“Brian…” MJ cautioned.

“It’s okay, MJ, I know you were going to talk to Dad.”

“Are you mad, Mr. Kinney?”

“No Jeff, I’m not mad. Believe it or not I do remember being fourteen and I also remember being seventeen. In fact, MJ remembers being seventeen much more vividly than I do, since it was much more recent for him.”

“Remember, you said that, old man, not me.” MJ laughed.

“That said, I hope you don’t mind if I have a few minutes alone with our son, after breakfast.”

“I’m cool.”

“Gus?”

“Sure, Dad.”

 

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After breakfast MJ took Jeff back to the slopes. It was almost 10:30 AM so we decided to all meet for lunch at the small café in the lodge at Noon. That would give Dad and me the time we needed to talk.

Dad and I decided to stroll to a little park-like area at the base of the mountain. We sat on a bench and looked at the mountain rather than at each other. It was easier that way.

“Dad, are you sure you’re not mad?”

“Not at all, I’m actually glad you felt you could confide in Justin. He’s as much your father as I am, if not more.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“I’m not talking about now; I’m talking about over the years.”

“Hunh?”

“You know how and why you were conceived. I know your mothers haven’t kept that from you.”

“It’s kind of hard to keep those questions unanswered when there’s no father in the picture while I’m learning about how babies are born in school.”

“Right. You were very lucky to have your moms as an example, although not always the best, but who the fuck is except June Cleaver.”

“Who?”

“Never mind. Anyway, Sonny Boy, your moms weren’t afraid of loving you or each other. When you were little you also got to see Justin a lot and he wasn’t afraid of loving either, although he certainly had every right to be.”

“I don’t get where this is leading. Dad, you’re not making any sense.”

“I think it will soon, if you really earned those grades that brought us here.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t believe in love. I thought it was a bullshit concept that Hallmark created to sell cards with foolish sentiments. You know that I didn’t have the best family life.”

“I know that I had a grandmother that Mom and Mem said it was best that I never meet when I asked about her and they said that my grandfather only met me once when I was really little, but then he died soon after that.”

“That’s right. My parents are both dead now, and my sister is, well, let’s just say we don’t keep in touch for a number of reasons.” I must have looked at him at that moment with a confused look on my face so he added, “I'll tell you why another day, but I want to stay focused for now.”

“Okay.”

“I wouldn’t accept love from anyone. It always seemed to have a condition attached to it…until I met Justin. He was a fucking enigma. Nothing would stop him from always coming back to me, no matter how big a shit I was. I even let him leave me for someone else. Fuck, I practically threw Justin at the guy, because I couldn’t admit my feelings for him.”

“I think I remember MJ once mentioning he once tried to live without you and couldn’t.”

“And I’m fucking lucky he couldn’t. He came back and even when we were separated by miles for a variety of reasons, mostly job-related, he never left me again. Oh, I thought he did, but he always came back and proved repeatedly that his love for me was unconditional and unending.”

“You guys are really lucky you found each other.”

“We are. It took me a long time to admit how much I loved…love, Justin. But he waited. We have a very mutual, loving, respectful relationship now. I hope someday you’ll have that, too.” Then Dad looked directly at me, “Don’t fight love, but don’t rush into it either. You’re much more trusting than I ever was and ever will be. You’re more like MJ in that way. He was hurt many times through the years and I don’t want to see you hurt like that. Please take things slow and be patient.”

“I understand. Dad, I love Jeff. You know that. But I’ll try to keep in mind that we’re both really young.”

“Good.”

“I sometimes get scared that if we really are still together when he goes away to college, it’ll kill me inside. When I think about it, I sometimes wonder if it’s really worth loving him now when I might be so hurt later.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Sonny Boy, but it’s definitely worth it. Don’t ever turn your back on the feelings you have for Jeff or anyone else in the future that may touch your heart. I’ve been watching you both. Your feelings are mutual and that’s what’s important. He’s a good kid and as long as he’s good to you and you’re happy then I’ll be happy for you.”

“Thanks, Dad, I love you.”

“Right back at you.” I laughed remembering those exact same words from Jeff. “It’s okay to talk to MJ rather than me, just know that if it’s important, we ultimately always share with each other.”

“I understand. Dad, did MJ give me good advice?”

“Better than any I would have given.”

We both looked at each other and smiled. Then I leaned against him, placing my head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me. I looked out in the park and watched a little boy run to a person I guessed was his father. A shudder ran through me. I sat straight up and looked into Dad’s eyes.

“I was supposed to be your ring bearer. I remember.”

“Yeah, you were, but our wedding didn’t take place for a number of years after that due to circumstances somewhat beyond our control.”

“So I was the Best Man instead.”

“A much more appropriate title, in my opinion.” I smiled and leaned into Dad again. I thought about asking about MJ’s hand but figured I should wait until after the weekend.

 

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The rest of our three day ski holiday went perfectly. The weather was perfect and the days were filled with skiing, snowboarding and tobogganing. The nights were filled with food, hot chocolate, warm fireplaces, family and Jeff.

Apparently, while I hate to think about it, my dads were having just as much fun after they went to bed as we were. Monday morning Jeff and I were the first to get up. Before they showered, MJ came out to start the coffee…a requirement if Dad would survive the day as a human being.

Jeff covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and I just tried not to look. MJ was wearing Dad’s satin bathrobe, although it was way too big for him and practically falling off his shoulders. He had the worst case of bed-head I could ever imagine and if I’m not mistaken I saw a little smear of dried cum on his cheek.

I nearly died of embarrassment when he finished setting up the coffee and went back into his room. Jeff burst out laughing, “You are definitely your fathers’ son.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I yelled but then a smile took hold and I started laughing with him.

We ordered breakfast when we heard their shower start and then started to just have a little fun making out on the sofa.

“Hey, Sonny Boy, didn’t you two get enough last night?”

“Dad, you always say ‘never enough’. And I have it from a reliable source that I’m definitely both my fathers’ son.” That got a raised eyebrow AND a smirk.

When MJ came out of the bedroom Jeff decided to have a little fun, “Mr. Taylor, did you have a good night’s sleep?” I thought I’d choke on the laugh I wanted to blurt out.

“Hey, that question sounds awfully mocking in nature. Just remember, you’re here because we love Gus. Besides, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Uhm, MJ…when you came out earlier to start the coffee, we were here.”

“No fucking way.” I just nodded. “Shit!” Both Dad and MJ’s eyes were wide opened then.

I couldn’t help myself, “Language!”

“Stop channeling your mother and shut the fuck up.”

Jeff and I both ate quickly so we could hit the slopes one more time before heading home. As we left, we heard MJ, “I can’t believe they saw me like that.”

“You were beautiful and hot. You always are.”

“But Brian, in front of Jeff and Gus, I’m so embarrassed.”

“This from the man who took our son shopping at ‘Slings and Eros’.”

“Fuck you.”

“Any time, Sunshine, any time.”

I looked at Jeff to see his reaction. “Slings and Eros? I love your dads!”

“Me, too. Now let’s get to the slopes. We only have an hour; I don’t want either of my dads packing for me, if you get my meaning.”

“Oh fuck, let’s run.”

 

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It really was the best weekend of my life. Tomorrow is back to school, back to work (I think Uncle Michael is expecting a delivery) and then on to finding out what’s really going on with MJ.
 

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