THE ENDS REQUIRE THE MEANS

Chapter 7 – Priorities

Brian pulled into the garage when he reached Britin. He had just barely begun to calm down and wasn’t looking forward to sharing his lunch experience with Justin, although they had gone well beyond the days of keeping each other in the dark.

After opening the door he couldn’t help but hear the loud jazz music emanating from the studio. He wondered what Justin could be creating to warrant jazz. He usually listened to very upbeat current hits when he was painting.

Brian knocked on the door twice before Justin yelled, “Come in.” Brian strode in as Justin was turning down the volume on the stereo. “You’re home.” He then noted the look on Brian’s face. “And you’re definitely not happy.”

Brian held the back of Justin’s head, leaned in and kissed him hard. “Okay Brian, let me go take a quick shower and then we can talk, if you want to.”

“What were you painting? I’m not used to hearing jazz from your studio. Can I see what you’re working on?”

“I’d rather you didn’t, for now. It’s a work in progress. Trust me, the jazz music was just setting a calm mood and it worked.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for the big reveal when you finish. Go upstairs and shower and then, yes, we can talk. I actually think I need to talk.”

“Oh shit. I’ll be fast.”

“You always are, Sunshine.”

“Of course, if you want to join me I could be persuaded to take my time.” Justin grinned as he turned towards the steps and gave a little swish of his ass.

“I’m suddenly feeling a bit grimy myself.” Brian strode after Justin, pinching him on the ass as they ran up the stairs to the master bedroom shower and some very welcome water play.

The two had a very satisfying shower. They were clean as a whistle on the outside and filled with a nutritious high protein snack on the inside.

Brian and Justin donned robes as neither was in any hurry to leave the house and it was much more comfortable walking around with nothing or close to nothing on. Then Brian took Justin’s hand and led him to the front living room where he set up the fireplace and had the two sit on throw pillows just beyond the hearth.

Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and physically encouraged him to lean back onto his chest. He kissed Justin’s neck and breathed in the scent of his freshly washed hair and skin.

Justin nuzzled into Brian’s touch as much as was humanly possible. “Do you want to tell me?”

“No,” Brian huffed.

“I know, but you will.”

“Yes.” Then Brian slowly began recounting his experience at Papagano’s, from beginning to end.

Justin stayed silent but began to tense as Brian explained Brandon’s motives for approaching Melanie, and encouraging her to fight the shared custody proposal.

Without looking at Brian, Justin finally spoke, “What are you going to do?”

Brian gently turned Justin in his arms so the two were facing each other in front of the fire, their robes falling off their shoulders. He gently cupped Justin’s face in his hands. “You know that fucking him is not an option and was never considered.”

“I know, but what about Gus, maybe it’s worth it for Gus.”

“Nobody blackmails me. Even if you and I weren’t monogamous, which is my ultimate pleasure by the way, I would never have sex with someone under these circumstances, any more than I would pay them. He’s a fucking extortionist and he’s going to pay, not me…and not you, not Gus, and not even the munchers will suffer for this asshole’s illegal actions.”

Justin couldn’t help himself, he leaned in and kissed Brian with all the passion he could muster. The love and respect he had for this man was boundless. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make sure Brandon Connelly, who I can’t believe I actually ever wanted to fuck, will never dare to cross Brian Kinney or anyone he cares about again.”

“Whatever you do, be careful. Remember, our future with Gus is at stake.”

“Trust me, Sunshine, that thought is paramount.”

“I do love you.”

“Me, too.”

“So what’s next?”

“I have a few thoughts, but the only one that’s important right now is that we’re sitting in front of a fabulously warm fire with very unnecessary robes on.”

“You are definitely a genius and a premiere idea man.”

“Absolutely, and I think it’s time I showed you one of the ways I excel that no one else gets a piece of ever again.”

“I’m ready for my demonstration, Einstein.” Justin smirked as he began to seductively remove his robe and then began to slowly take off Brian’s.

“I’m much smarter than him, and far better looking.” Brian raised his eyebrow.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

At that point all talking ceased as Brian lowered Justin to the floor and rested his head on one of the pillows.

“You’re beautiful, Sunshine.”

“So are you, Brian, and you’re all mine.”

The two began to kiss and touch and love and revel in each other’s bodies in a way that only they could, with a passion meant just for the two of them. They were a couple and deeply in love and no one was going to destroy that.

 

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The next morning after a night of making love, indulging in good food, fucking, making love, indulging in strawberries and cream and fucking and making love, Brian and Justin awoke later than usual.

They peacefully enjoyed their coffee and a simple brunch of bagels and cream cheese.

“So, Sunshine, back in the studio today to work on the mystery canvas?”

“For a while. What about you? Have you thought about what you’re going to do about that sleazy dick?”

“As a matter of fact I have. I think it’s time for another lunch meeting.”

Justin stood up and nearly spilled his coffee. “With Brandon!”

“No, Justin, keep up with the program. Now it’s time to meet with Melanie.”

“Do you think that’ll help?”

“It might, especially since I plan to arrange to have Lindsay meet with us. For some reason, despite their not-so-pleasant state of ex-hood, those two both have made Gus’ best interests, along with JR, their priority and that’s what I’m counting on.”

“Okay, Brian, you know best. I hope.”

“That’s right, father knows best.” Brian smiled coyly. Justin rolled his eyes and bit into his bagel.

 

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