Summer in the City

Chapter 16

The best laid plans of mice and men (and little princesses) often go awry.

Briana and her rainbow M&Ms were the hit of the evening. Everyone had their particular favorites and had fun extolling the virtues and differences of each of the colors. Gus seemed partial to the red ones, Justin loved the deep hunter green M&Ms. Joan enjoyed the traditional candies with the deep brown shell. Brian had a thing for the blue although he would deny liking the candy at all.

Princess Bree absolutely loved the bright pink and purple M&Ms. Brian noted that although Bree shared, she kept a special stash of the child sized confection all to herself. She promised to partake in the treats only under the watchful eyes of an adult; however, little children being what they are....

“Dada, I don’t feel so good,” Bree whined to her most sympathetic father as she crawled onto her daddies’ bed the next morning. Brian rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see the most pathetic blues eyes looking down at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked while touching his palm to Bree’s forehead and cheek. “You don’t have a fever,” Brian observed. Bree’s forehead felt cool.

“My tummy hurts,” Bree mumbled as she added an extra pout hoping to look sick enough. She knew just where her tummy ache came from. Brian arched a brow; he was onto her. Briana sighed.

“What’s going on?” Justin murmured as he woke up.

“I suspect a certain little princess who promised not to eat all her candy in one sitting has done just that and now is suffering the after effects,” Brian said calmly in his most stern fatherly voice. Bree was not going to find the sympathy she was looking for.

“Ah,” Justin said catching on real quick. “I guess we’ll have to put off our trip to the museum for a few days. You know how serious a chocolate overdose can be. I recommend three days of solitary confinement. What do you think, Dada?”

Bree dramatically flopped onto a pillow between her daddies.

“Hmm, three days may be a little harsh.” Bree’s spirits perked up a tad.

“However, Daddy did have this day all planned and Joan was looking forward to it. Even Gus wanted to go. But we’re not unreasonable and Briana does have a tummy ache and I know she’ll never ever sneak candy again,” Brian said as Bree nodded her head in agreement. “So this is what I propose. Bree will stay here for two days so we can make sure her tummy is all better. I will consult with Grandma to make sure this misadventure hasn’t ruined any of her plans...”

Bree felt guilty.

“And if all is well in a couple of days, you can go to the museum.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Justin agreed.

“I’ll ask Joan if it’s okay if she stays in our suite with Bree. I have to go to N’rgy. The construction crew is showing up today.”

“No problem. If Joan can manage, I’ll go to the studio. I have some more ideas for the Seasons show. What about Gus?”

“He can come with me. He’s been spending time with Ray and Jeff.”

“Oh?”

Brian understood the unspoken questions. “Yeah, apparently the GLC is having a big Fourth of July shindig in Battery Park. We’re invited and we may just get to meet this Cole person.”

“About time,” Justin grumbled.

“I know, Sunshine,” Brian said as he reached over Bree to kiss Justin’s temple. “But for now, Miss Bree needs some tummy medicine and maybe a little dry toast.”

“I’ll handle it; you go get ready for work and wake up Gus. I think I hear Joan in the kitchenette.” Brian nodded then gently picked up Bree from their bed to stand her on the floor.

“No more candy for you, young lady,” Brian said as he pointed his finger at Bree’s nose.

“Yes, Dada. Sorwy,” Bree said using a little leftover baby talk.

“Sorry is bull poop. There are reasons why we said not to eat up all the candy at one time; your tummy ache is one of them. Now go get washed up.”

“Yes, Dada,” Bree said as she slunk out of her daddies’ room and shut the door.

“Bull poop?” Justin said with a grin.

“I’m trying to watch my language,” Brian said with a smirk. “Think I was too hard on her?” Brian said with a frown. He wasn’t good at the disciplining part of parenthood.

“I think you were just fine,” Justin confirmed as he gave Brian a hug and a kiss. “Let’s get dressed,” Justin said with another kiss.

The Kinney-Taylor clan began their day.

*****

“I thought we were going to get together at that studio?” Cole growled impatiently into his phone. He had a thing for young virgin ass and Gus Kinney-Marcus-Peterson or whatever the fuck his name was, was just the ass he wanted. Between him and his cousin, they were digging up all sorts of information on Brian and Justin. If Cole and Lex played their cards right, they could score a small fortune.

“Look, my sister got sick so plans change. And I hate all this sneaking around shit. Are you gonna be there at the park on the Fourth?”

“Yeah, I just may make an appearance. Why?”

“Because then you can meet my dads and everything will be cool,” Gus pleaded.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” Cole said sweetly.

“Besides it’s only a few more days,” Gus said trying not to sound too pathetic, and he still had to get through the weekend.

“Yeah, okay. See you in a few days.” Cole cut the connection then began to reformulate his plans.

*****

“Oh my!” Joan gasped as their taxi pulled up in front of The Metropolitan Museum of Art. “It’s just as I remember,” she said with a wistful timbre to her voice.

“You were here before, Grandma?” Gus asked as he assisted the older woman out of the van sized cab. Jeffrey and Raymond had spent Saturday night with Gus so that they could go to The Met too. Even though it was Sunday, Brian wanted to put in a few hours at N’rgy.

“Yes, I was in high school. We took a trip to the city to spend the day here. I remember trying to sketch some of the sculptures. I fancied myself becoming a great artiste until I found that I was better at writing about something rather than drawing it. I managed to write a few articles for our school paper and submitted the sketches to go with them. I didn’t own a camera at the time.”

“Were the articles published in the paper?” Gus asked.

“Yes, I’m proud to say,” Joan blushed.

“Bet Pop gets his snark from you, doesn’t he, Grandma?” Gus winked at Joan and they all laughed. They made their way up to the main entrance and went inside.

After a couple of hours oohing and ahhing in several galleries, Joan could see that Justin was itching to sketch some of the Roman and Greek statues. The boys were hungry so they decided to go up to the rooftop gallery and snack area. Joan wanted to spend time in The Met Store and perhaps purchase a few souvenirs and gifts to bring home, in particular, to her daughter.

“Bree, dear, would you like to come to the gift shop with me or stay and draw with your daddy?” Bree looked back and forth from the statues to her Gamma.

“Can I stay with Daddy? I want to draw too. I be real good, I promise.”

“Justin, I can take Bree with me,” Joan offered. She knew how Justin was sometimes all consumed by his art.

“We’ll be fine. Thank you,” he said sincerely to Joan.

“I won’t be too long,” Joan assured him.

“Take all the time you need. We have important sketches to do, right, baby girl?” Justin said to Bree with a brilliant smile.

“Right, Daddy!” Bree responded with her own sunny smile. The two artists settled themselves on a bench, took out their pads and pencils and prepared to draw.

“Daddy, can I get a closer look?” Bree asked after a while. She was watching her father draw a statue. It was an exact duplicate with missing arms and lack of male genitalia. Then on another part of the same page, Justin drew the same statue only how he imagined it looked like when it was whole.

“Okay, but stay where I can see you and no talking to strangers. The gallery is very busy today.” The fine weather had brought many people into the city to see its wonders.

“I promise, Daddy,” Bree replied then scampered over to the statue in question, keeping within her father’s line of sight.

Briana stood looking up at the statue, her little face screwed up with concentration. She caught her father’s eye then walked to the next statue. This one had its head missing and both arms were gone as well as its penis. Bree looked up and down the gallery and noted that all the ‘boy’ statues were missing their penises. She scowled then stomped back to her daddy’s bench.

“Daddy,” Briana Victoria Kinney-Taylor began in her best and most clear public speaking voice and with her little hands on her hips, “why are all the statues missing things like their arms and heads and the boys are missing their penises?”

Bree’s voice echoed throughout the busy gallery. Everyone stopped and turned to see the bold little blond girl with the big voice, and to await her daddy’s response. One group of beautiful and obviously high society women were quite curious to hear Justin’s response. They had recognized the artist as he worked, but did not want to bother him or appear gauche by asking for an autograph.

Justin was at first startled by Bree’s question, but then he knew that Briana had inherited his artistic eye and her Dada’s way of cutting to the heart of a matter. Justin set aside his sketchpad for the moment then addressed his daughter.

“Bree, these statues were created hundreds and hundreds of years ago,” Justin started as he turned Bree around to face the gallery. He spoke clearly and concisely and in words he knew Briana would understand. “Many of them were buried under tons of rock. Most of them had fallen down off of high pedestals so that when people found them, the heads and arms had already broken off.”

“Ohhh, like Gamma Debbie’s little statues. She said Uncle Michael used to bang into them all the time when he lived there. That’s why she had to glue their heads back lots of times,” Bree said with more understanding.

“That’s right. Only when these statues were found, the heads and arms may have been too badly damaged to restore them back to the statue.”

“What’s restore?”

“Kind of like Gamma Debbie gluing the heads back on. It takes a long time for museums to restore a painting or a statue to what the artist originally had intended the finished piece to look like. Uncle Sidney had many of the Kinney paintings restored. You remember them when we visited his gallery.”

“I remember, Daddy.” Bree stood quiet for the moment. Justin hoped she might have forgotten the second half of her question but no such luck. “But Daddy, did all the penises break off too?”

The gallery held their collective breath waiting for Justin’s answer.

“No, sweetheart,” Justin sighed sadly then picked up his daughter. Twin blond heads and big blue eyes scanned the gallery filled with the ancient and somewhat defiled statuary. “Some people thought that it was wrong to see a naked human body. So they broke the statues on purpose.”

Bree’s eyes grew even wider and then filled with tears ready to spill due to an ancient misguided belief. “Somebody hurt the statues on purpose?”

“Yes, baby, but that was a very long time ago and those people aren’t around anymore. All the artwork in this museum and all the other museums are safe.”

“That’s good, Daddy,” Bree said as she wiped her eyes. “When I grow up I want to bring my children here.” Bree hugged her Daddy’s neck.

“You will, baby, someday, you will,” Justin said as he kissed Bree’s nose. “Let’s go finish our drawings.” Justin sat Bree next to him on their bench and handed her her pad and pencils. As Justin was about to go back to his sketch, the group of society ladies walked over.

“Justin Taylor, is that you?” A very sophisticated woman addressed Justin, her friends huddled behind her.

“Daphne? Daph! How long has it been?” Justin was so happy to see his childhood friend. They had lost touch after his commitment ceremony to Brian. Daphne was hell bent on her career and nothing or no one was going to stop her.

“It’s been too long,” Daphne said with a bit of uneasiness that Justin picked up on. “Have you moved to New York?”

“No, we’re visiting,” Justin said cautiously. He didn’t understand why Daphne hadn’t asked about Brian. “You live here,” a statement more than a question.

“Yes, my husband and I live near the park.” Justin knew that meant they were highly successful. You need a lot of money to afford anything near Central Park.

“Daphne, aren’t you going to introduce us,” a well coiffed and manicured mannequin of a woman with obvious surgical enhancements sauntered closer and stuck out her hand. “I’m Tiffany Wells, Daphne’s best friend and her husband’s most grateful client. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I wasn’t aware that our Daphne was so well connected with a famous artist. Are you here for a new show? Daphne, you’ve been keeping secrets from us,” Tiffany purred in a practiced voice.

“My family is visiting the city for the month while my part...”

“And who is this?” Daphne asked, purposely cutting off Justin. Bree had slid off the bench and held onto her daddy’s leg.

“This is my daughter, Briana. Bree, say hi.” Justin picked up Bree so that she could be at eye level with the ladies, sort of.

“Hi,” Bree said shyly, she wasn’t too sure what to make of these ladies who looked fake. Being very astute, Bree sensed her father’s apprehension.

“How adorable!” another woman gushed. She was very tall, probably Lindsay’s height even without heels, with unnaturally blond hair. “Daphne, dear, you must invite Mr. and Mrs. Taylor to our next lunch. Normally husbands aren’t allowed, they can be such bores, but for you, we’ll make an exception.”

“I, um, my daughter...,” Justin sputtered, trying to come up with an excuse.

“I’m sure your au pair will look after the child. Children have no business in society until they’ve been properly educated. We meet every Thursday afternoon at our club.” Justin’s eyes flitted back and forth from Daphne to Tiffany to this other woman who assumed she didn’t require an introduction. “Oh, don’t worry, the club is most liberal. We boast at least two musicians and we even have a lesbian.” That last admission was said in a whisper. “Ladies, come along,” she said as she glanced at her diamond encrusted watch. “Lovely to meet you,” the blond lady said as she turned on her 4 inch heels and wiggled away.

“A pleasure,” Tiffany smiled her artificially whitened teeth at Justin then followed.

“It was nice to see you, Justin, I’ll be in touch,” Daphne said softly and then with put upon airs, left the gallery with her friends.

“Daddy, who was that lady?”

“I’m not so sure,” Justin answered sadly. They sat back down together to finish their drawings.

*****

“You should have seen her, Bri. I almost didn’t recognize her. She acted as if she was ashamed of me.” Justin explained his encounter with Daphne and her society friends as they were getting ready for bed. Bree had fallen asleep early after another full day.

After their visit at the Met, they caught a cab taking them all downtown to Simon and Kenny’s building. Brian and Stacey gave the grand tour of the work in progress then Simon invited them all to dinner, including Stacey. Gus volunteered to help out at the GLC with preparations for the party on Tuesday, so he was invited to stay at the Mann-Greene house. Brian would be at N’rgy bright and early in the morning and with clothes for Gus. Jeff and Ray were already involved with the party plans.

“I can’t believe that. Daphne was your best friend.” Brian stripped off his clothes and stepped in the shower. He adjusted the spray and temperature of the water so it was comfortable for Justin.

“Brian, the woman I met today was nothing like the friend I grew up with. Not only was she ashamed, she tried to hide the fact that I’m gay.”

“Oh please, she was your number one hag back then, next to Debbie.”

“Brian, she never asked about you and she didn’t even try to correct her friends when they assumed there was a Mrs. Taylor. They tried to get me to come to lunch at their club. Can you imagine me at some society club?” Justin snorted then leaned into Brian touch as Brian massaged the shampoo into Justin’s hair.

“Justin, may I remind you that you grew up with the country club set in Pittsburgh and I’m just a mick from the wrong side of town.”

“Brian, I stopped being country club when my father threw me out of the house. And you were never just anything.”

Brian continued his ministrations to Justin’s hair, then stood him under the spray to rinse out the shampoo. He applied conditioner and then started to wash the rest of his husband.

“Mmm,” Justin purred softly, loving how Brian’s strong hands could be so gentle. Brian took special care of his lover’s delicate parts. Brian quickly washed himself and then before they left the shower, Brian took extra special care of Justin. Lowering himself to the shower floor, Brian expertly sucked off his lover as he kneaded Justin’s ass.

“Oh god!” Justin exclaimed as he shot his load down Brian’s throat. Pleasantly sated, Justin allowed Brian to wrap him up in a fluffy robe and then guide him to bed.

Brian hungrily kissed his lover as Justin melted into Brian’s embrace. They rolled around the large bed kissing, nipping and chuckling as they each fought for dominance. Brian found himself on his back with smug blue eyes looking down on him.

“You appear to have me just where you want me, Sunshine,” Brian said in a husky voice, his hazel eyes almost black and hooded in lust.

Justin reached over for the lube, squirted some into his hand then quickly prepared his own ass. He wiggled around a little then holding Brian’s hard erect cock, Justin slowly slid himself down onto Brian.

The lovers moaned in ecstasy.

“Now I have you where I want you,” Justin groaned as he began to undulate on his lover’s dick. Brian fisted Justin’s cock.

“Brian,” Justin called out as he felt himself getting close. Brian flipped them over then hoisted Justin’s legs over his shoulders. Brian thrust into Justin’s heat.

“Close,” Justin moaned.

“Now!” Brian growled as they came together, shaking in completion. Brian gently lowered Justin’s legs, cleaned him off then gathered him close.

“Love you, Bri,” Justin murmured as Brian covered them both with the sheets.

“Love you too, Sunshine,” Brian replied hugging the younger man closer and then following him into sleep.

 

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