It’s All Relative

 Chapter 7

Brian paced back and forth in front of the unlit fireplace in Britin’s living room.

“Brian, if you keep pacing like that I’m going to get motion sickness.”

“What?” He paused and stared at his husband. “Oh, sorry, Justin. I was just thinking about the least obvious way to get the information we need.”

“What are you talking about?” Justin patted the spot on the sofa next to him and Brian joined him.

Justin began massaging the tension from Brian’s shoulders. “I’m talking about finding out if our ingenuous little social worker is a card-carrying member of Focus on the fucking Family.”

“I like your name better than the actual one.”

Brian snorted. “No matter what the name, if she’s a member, then we could have her discredited. We might even be able to do that because of the involvement of her family.”

“But what if she’s not a member? What if she’s more like you -- someone who’s trying to get away from her family, not emulate them?”

Brian shrugged Justin’s hands off and turned so they were facing each other. “You saw her in the diner, Sunshine. She’d already determined the results, she’s just trying to assemble the ammunition to back it up.

“You saw her reaction and curiosity about Babylon. She knows what the fuck goes on there and can’t wait to use it against me, us.” Brian brushed his hand over his face. “I don’t want ownership of a gay club to stop me from making the daughter I love legally mine.”

Justin ghosted his fingers over Brian’s cheek. “But, what if...”

“No more crazy guesses. We need to beat this bitch at her own game and make sure no one keeps me from adopting our daughter.”

Justin leaned into Brian. The two clung to one another. “That’s all I want. I want Jessica to belong to both of us, legally.”

“Same for me, Sunshine, and I won’t let Helen Martin get in the way.”

“So what do you want to do?”

Brian pulled back slightly to look into Justin’s eyes. “First I want to fuck you.”

Justin smirked. “Ever the romantic, complete with an excellent set of priorities.”

“Then I’m going to call Michael and see if he can set up one of his prized dinner parties.”

“What?” Justin was totally confused. “Those are so boring and pseudo-hetero. You’ve said more than once that they make you want to barf.”

“That’s exactly my point.”

Justin shook his head but happily followed his husband up to their bedroom, to satisfy the first priority on the evening’s agenda.

 

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“Why the fuck do you want me to host a dinner for a cousin whose family hates me?” Michael was stacking comics in the racks of the comic book shop.
 

Brian plucked out newly shelved issues, thumbed through them and tossed them back on the stack.

“Would you stop that? You’re doubling my work and my sales clerk is out today.”

“Sorry, Mikey. Come on, you know I wouldn’t ask you for this if it weren’t important.” Brian and Michael had played this game for years. Brian asks Michael to do something, Michael argues for a few minutes, Brian faux whines and then against his better judgment, Michael agrees to the plan. It was one of the side effects of having a teen crush become one of your closest friends.

Michael turned to Brian, putting down the rest of the stack he was holding. “Okay, but I still have to clear it with Ben. I’m not about to host an entire dinner if he’s opposed, or even worse, won’t be there.”

“That’s all I ask Michael.” Brian gave his lifelong friend a big kiss. “Oh, and Michael...”

“Yes?”

“You might want to make sure that JR is at her mother’s house for the evening.”

“I thought you wanted to show my cousin what a great family man you are?”

Brian smirked, “I do, but let’s just say that this dinner isn’t about me or the children. We’re going to just sit down and get to know each other better.”

Michael shook his head. “Whatever you say. I’ll call Ben and get back to you.”

“Tell the Professor I say pretty please and that dinner should be Friday night.”

“That’s just two days away.”

“Well then, the two of you had better get to the grocery store, and you’d better invite dear old cuz before she makes other plans.”

Michael stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at Brian.

“Bye, bye, Mikey. See you Friday at eight.” Brian took a second glance at Michael. “You remind me more and more of your mother every day.”

“Asshole! At least I don’t look like her.”  As Brian was opening the comic shop’s door to leave, Michael called after him. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re planning, but we don’t need another swing. We already have one.”

Brian laughed, “That’s history, Michael, I’m a family man now. Haven’t you heard?”

Brian started walking towards his car. Now that dinner was all set, he wanted to confirm that Cynthia had completed her assignment.

He hadn’t been at all popular when he called her at five o’clock in the morning with his instructions, but she understood and took it all in stride. Brian would have to talk to Ted or Emmett about what to get her as a gift -- those two were great at picking out that kind of shit.

Things were beginning to fall into place, and it wouldn’t be long before Jessica would be his daughter legally, and Helen Martin would learn the she couldn’t toy with Brian Kinney. Besides, that was Justin’s job.

After getting in the Corvette, Brian took out his cell phone and hit the first speed dial on the list.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey to you, too, Sunshine. Dinner at chez Novotny-Bruckner at eight on Friday.”

“Wow, that was quick.”

“Michael’s easy.”

“You’d better not know from experience.”

Brian laughed, “Only in manipulating him. You’re the one who gets the rest of my experience.”

“You bet your ass I do.”

“Where are you? I’m in the mood to share some of my extensive experience before I head over to Kinnetik.”

“I’m at the gallery, but so is my assistant. I just may have time for a ten minute break.”

“Make it twenty so we can shower in the new unit you just had installed.”

“You’re on stud. I’m lubing as we speak.”

Brian envisioned Justin pressing the lube deep inside. “Fuck, I can’t get this thing started fast enough.”

Justin chuckled, “See you soon.” He disconnected.

Brian tossed his cell on the passenger seat and started the Corvette. His cock was already hard after just talking to Justin. Time was of the essence as he imagined that hot ass waiting for him, legs spread, tilted up, rubbing his cock...

There had better not be any red lights, Brian had no intention of waiting that long. All other plans could wait.


[TBC]
 

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