Gay Friday
By:
Brandnewloser87
Summary: While
Brian and Justin are out of town, Gus decides to throw a party in the loft.
Brian comes home early, and well, he doesn't exactly try to stop it.
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AN: This is my
therapy for the finale. As they say, laughter is the best medicine. And this
one has a lot of it. And sex. Gotta love the sex. This is the second
installation of the That Darn Gus series, the first being Something Borrowed.
This story was Kami's idea, and was written for Kami, because Kami is awesome.
This is hideously long, but I like it. It's more of a future fic, but I've
played around with their ages. Okay, on with the show.
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Gay Friday ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Are you sure it’s
gonna be cool, dude?” The shorter boy asked. His lanky friend nodded, chestnut
hair falling into his sultry hazel eyes.
“It’ll be fine. I
swear. This will be the party of the century!”
“I can’t wait.”
The two friends bumped their fists together and the taller one pulled down the
gate to the lift. The five teenage boys buzzed with excitement as the lift
moved upwards.
**
“I can’t wait,”
Brian sighed as he leaned back in his chair, “to get the fuck out of here.”
“Brian, stop
complaining,” Justin scolded as they sat in the hallway of a hospital in
“So Daphne is
having a kid. Why are we here?” Justin averted his gaze from the double doors
leading to the maternity ward and narrowed them at Brian.
“Because,” Justin
said, “Daphne is my best friend. And I’m not going to miss her having her first
kid.”
“Okay then,” Brian
sighed, nodding. “Then why am I here?”
“Because you are my
supportive, loving partner and you didn’t want me to be alone.” Brian snorted.
“And because I promised to withhold sex unless you came.”
“Yeah, you used
devious, underhanded tactics to get me here and I don’t appreciate it.” Brian
crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
“What are you,
six?”
“No.”
“That’s right.
You’re thirty six. And moodier than your eighteen year old son.”
“Someone isn’t
getting laid tonight,” Brian muttered under his breath, slinking down in his
chair.
“What was that?”
Justin asked.
“Nothing.”
At that moment,
Daphne’s husband Derek came rushing out of the maternity ward grinning. He was
dressed in scrubs and looked very flushed.
“It’s a boy!”
Derek called, running up to Justin. The blond stood up, and yelped in
excitement. The two men jumped up and down, clutching each other’s shoulders.
“Now who’s being
immature Mr. I’m-28-and-oh-so-calm-and-collected?” Brian muttered. He then
stood up and waited for the two men to break apart. “Where are the cigars?” He
joked, smirking.
“Fresh out,” Derek
told him. Brian smiled and nodded, patting Derek’s shoulder.
“Well, let’s go
see the proud mom!” Justin called out.
**
“Here we are,
boys!” Gus called out as he unlocked the door to the loft, sliding it back on
its track.
“We’re having our
party here?” Parker asked, looking around the spacious loft, obviously
impressed. “What is this place?”
“It’s my dads’
place. They’re in
“Your dads live
here?” Parker asked as they walked further into the loft. Elliot, the boy who
had expressed his concerns in the lift, was Gus’ best friend. He had been to
the loft many times, and knew Brian and Justin quite well.
That was the whole
reason he had expressed his concerns in the first place.
“Set it up, guys!”
Gus called, motioning towards the counter. Parker and Cameron set two large
paper bags each onto the bar. They landed with a clink. The two boys eagerly
extracted bottle after bottle of alcohol, lining them up on the countertop. Gus
grinned. He was glad Parker and
The other two boys
strolled over to Gus, the obvious leader of the group. Gus had inherited his
father’s extreme good looks, leadership abilities, charm, and of course,
cockiness. He radiated sex, and was full of teenage ignorance and aloofness.
But, he also had received Lindsay’s love of life and everyone in it. He helped
out wherever he could, all the while pretending not to care, sort of like Brian
himself.
Basically, Gus
Kinney was a carbon copy of Brian. Sexy and clever, with a hidden heart of
gold.
Gus, Elliot, and
Tyler made quick work of moving the large sectional sofa and coffee table
against the far wall, opposite the window. They stacked each piece of expensive
furniture against the wall. Elliot and Tyler were especially careful, after
Gus’ third death threat when they almost dropped an end table.
“Okay, we’ve got
enough alcohol to kill an elephant,” Parker announced, shoving the last bag
into the garbage as
“Excellent,” Gus
replied, slapping Parker on the back.
“When is everyone
getting here?”
“I told everyone
ten. And I told them to tell their friends ten,” he grinned. “And they’ll tell
their friends ten.”
“Christ, Gus.
We’re going to get the cops called,” Elliot replied. Gus smirked and draped his
arm over Elliot’s shoulders.
“Life not worth
living if you not take risks,” Gus whispered into his ear. Elliot laughed and
shrugged Gus’ arm off.
“Where did you get
that, oh philosophical one?”
“My dad says it,”
Gus shrugged.
“You’re dad has fine
tastes,” Parker butt in. “This place is hot.”
“Well, my dad is
pretty young. He’s 36. And my Pops is 28,” Gus told them. Parker picked up a
bottle of
Parker spit his
beer out and wiped his mouth, looking at Gus with a dumbstruck expression.
“Your dad. Owns
**
“She’s precious,”
Justin squealed, touching the baby’s cheek with his fingertip. Justin and Derek
were sitting on the bed with a very tired looking Daphne. Brian, on the other
hand, was out in the hall on his cell phone.
“So, it’s all
confirmed?” He whispered into the phone. “Flight 1546 leaving at nine? Okay,
thank you.” He hung up his phone and slipped it into his pocket before entering
the room. He leaned over and kissed Daphne’s cheek softly before gently
touching the baby’s head.
“Well, I’m out of
here,” Brian announced suddenly, breaking the moment. Daphne laughed and Justin
scowled at him. “Congratulations guys. He’s beautiful.” The couple smiled at
him and Justin’s gaze softened.
“Call me when you
get home,” Justin told him. “Even if it’s late.”
“Why don’t you go
home with him, Justin?” Daphne asked. “We’re fine.”
“No, I’ll just
stay longer and get a hotel room tonight.” Daphne and Derek exchanged glances.
There were some complications with her pregnancy, and they had almost lost her.
That turned Justin into one very overprotective best friend.
“I will, dear.”
Brian grabbed Justin around the waist and pulled him into a standing position,
kissing him hard. He pressed his forehead against Justin’s and whispered
softly. “Hurry home. Because I’m going to be without your ass for at least
eighteen hours and that’s not good for my health.” Justin laughed and kissed
Brian again.
“See you tomorrow.
Call me.” Brian nodded.
“Will do. Bye
guys.” He gave Justin one last peck on the lips and a quick ass fondle before
leaving the room. Justin laughed and shook his head before turning back towards
the happy couple.
**
“Gus!” Elliot
called. “Where are you?”
“In the bedroom,”
he replied. Elliot walked up the few stairs, and came face to face with Gus,
clad only in black boxer briefs.
“Why are you half
naked?” Elliot asked, noting his crumpled clothes on the floor.
“Look at my dad’s
closet. Prada, Gucci, Armani, Diesel, Boss. It’s like a wet dream.”
“You are such a
label whore.” Gus looked over his shoulder at him, bronze skin shining
tantalizingly under the dim light.
“Uh, yeah. Help me
pick something out.” Gus tried on various outfits, admiring himself in the
full-length mirror. He gasped in horror when Elliot threw a Hugo Boss shirt on
the floor. “What the fuck are you doing? Hangers, Elliot! Hangers.” He picked
up the shirt and hung it back in the closet. He finally decided on a black
sleeveless shirt and black jeans. He tousled his hair in the mirror, and then
closed all the panels to the bedroom, effectively labeling the area as off
limits.
He walked out into
the main room and popped open a Smirnoff, taking a long drink. The buzzer
sounded and an evil grin spread across his face.
“Let the games
begin.”
**
”Welcome to
“Yeah, yeah,”
Brian mumbled, undoing his seatbelt. He retrieved his small bag from the
overhead compartment and filed out of the plane. The terminal was sparsely
populated, and he walked briskly to his car.
He just wanted to
go home, shower, jack off a time or three, and go to sleep.
**
“Look at all these
beautiful boys!” Gus shouted over the music, kissing Elliot’s cheek with a loud
smack. Boys littered every area of the spacious loft, dancing and drinking.
He mixed himself a
screwdriver, more vodka than orange juice, and tapped his glass against
Elliot’s. Gus’ friends watched as the tall brunet boy walked through the room
like a black panther surveying his domain. He owned the room, winning everyone
over with just one smirk.
He was Brian’s all
right.
But what Gus
didn’t know, was that Brian was currently parking his car in the garage below
them.
**
Brian stepped into
the lift and raised his head curiously. He heard loud thumpa thumpa radiating
through the walls. And somehow he just knew it was coming from the loft.
“That fucking
kid,” Brian muttered.
Brian knew Gus was
in the loft. Gus had asked him if he could stay there during their short stay
in
The little fucker.
His theory was
proven once the lift reached the top floor. He lifted the gate and stepped out.
The door was open, music and teenage boys spilling out into the hall. Two boys
were making out against the brick wall, and Brian shook his head with a smirk.
He decided to see
what kind of bash his little pride and joy was capable of throwing.
He stepped into
the loft, glancing around quickly to see where Gus and Elliot were. His son was
talking animatedly with two guys near the bedroom, one of them being Elliot.
Brian quickly checked his attire. He was wearing his leather jacket, a form
fitting black tee, and jeans. He could blend in just fine.
“The kid better
have gotten some fucking Beam,” Brian muttered. He walked around to the other
side of the bedroom and quietly opened a panel, setting his bag and jacket
right inside.
Then, he mingled.
He poured himself a generous glass of Beam and watched the boys currently
occupying his loft. He noted that Gus had moved the furniture and kept the
bedroom off limits. At least he knew what he was doing.
After awhile,
Brian was slowly getting drunk, and still had been avoiding Gus. It was then he
noticed Gus was wearing one of his favorite shirts.
Not only did he
throw a party in the loft, he raided the labels, too? For shame!
He walked right up
behind Gus; close enough to smell his cologne. He sniffed again. No, make that
his cologne. Brian smirked and leaned in closer.
“Is that my
shirt?” Brian asked calmly in his ear.
“Mother shit
fuck!” Gus exclaimed in surprise. He knew who was behind him, and slowly raised
his eyes to Elliot’s face. His expression was one of fear, aimed right over his
shoulder, and somehow Gus just knew he was in trouble. He turned slowly on his
heels, wondering how on earth to dispose of the glass of booze in one hand and the
joint in the other.
“It looks good on
you, the shirt.” Brian tried his best not to laugh at the expression on Gus’
face. “What are all these people doing here?” Brian asked calmly, a bemused
expression on his face.
Gus momentarily
considered screaming, “Oh my god, who the fuck are all these people and where
did they come from?!”, but he didn’t think his father would buy it. So instead,
he gulped, and said the next thing that came to mind.
“What are you
doing here? You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow.” Gus immediately
closed his eyes at the stupidity of that statement. Smooth Gus, real smooth. “I
mean, um, I just invited some friends over. And they invited some friends over.
And they invited some friends over. And they-“
“I think I get the
idea,” Brian laughed, holding up his hand to stop Gus from rambling on. Gus
held the joint down by his thigh, but Brian saw it. “Is that mine too?” Brian
asked, gesturing towards the joint.
“No, it’s not.”
Brian nodded and took a sip from his red plastic cup. It was almost strange
how, at 36, Brian seemed to blend in perfectly at a party full of boys in their
late teens and early twenties, but also, not really.
“Well, are you
going to at least offer me some?” Gus’ eyes widened and then he smirked, his
entire body relaxing. He should of known his father would never pass up a good
party, even if his son was the one throwing it. Brian’s tongue found the inside
of his cheek and Gus sighed deeply, relieved. He passed the joint to his
father, who inhaled deeply. “Not bad,” Brian croaked, lungs full of smoke. “You
aren’t mixing anything else with this shit are you?” Brian asked in what Gus
assumed what supposed to be a fatherly tone.
“Nope. Just booze
and pot,” Gus grinned.
“Not too much,”
Brian warned. “I don’t want you puking all over my floor.” Gus nodded. “I don’t
want anyone else puking on my floor.” Gus nodded again. “Any mess that gets
made, you clean it up.” Another nod. “And so help me, if you fuck up that
shirt, I will kill you.”
“Got it,” Gus
said. Then he looked around suddenly. “Pops isn’t here, is he?”
“Yeah right,”
Brian laughed. “He’d have all these kids out of here by now. He’s still in
“How’s Aunt Daph?
The baby alright?”
“Baby is fine,” Brian
told him before taking another drag. Gus was positively beaming. It was at that
moment that a very drunk Parker strolled up to them.
“You know this
guy, Gus?” Parker slurred. “I blew this guy last time we were at
“Let me get this
straight,” Gus said calmly, taking the joint from his dad and inhaling deep.
“Last time we went to
“This is your
dad?” He asked. The cup in his hand crinkled from him squeezing it.
“The one and
only,” Brian drawled, slinging his arm around his son’s shoulders. The two
looked so very much alike, that it was almost scary.
“Oh my god. I
can’t believe I blew your dad,” Parker shrieked.
“Fuck that,” Gus
exclaimed. “I can’t believe you made us wait so long.”
“After I blew him,
he fucked some hot blond thing,” Parker said drunkenly. When teenagers and
young adults get drunk, they kind of just keep talking long after they should.
It’s sad, really.
“That would have
been my other dad,” Gus said as if this were a perfectly normal conversation to
be having.
“OH MY GOD. I
watched your dads fuck. I think I need to lie down.”
“Calm down,
Parker,” Brian laughed. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s so not
okay!” He told Brian. Then he turned drunkenly towards Gus, his expression now
one of amusement and disbelief. “I can’t believe your dad is so hot!” Parker
exclaimed. A few teens turned their heads at the outburst. They saw Brian and
their eyes widened. A few of them ran for the door.
“It’s okay!” Gus
shouted. “Stay. It’s cool. Just don’t fuck up his shit.”
“Yeah,” Brian
added loudly. “Or you’ll never see Gus alive again.” The partygoers went on
partying, and Brian turned towards his son. “You have some balls,” Brian said
fondly.
“Come on, what
were you doing at my age?” Gus asked. Brian smiled.
“At your age I was
changing your diapers,” Brian laughed, looking around the room. Gus smiled
sadly. He handed the joint back to his dad and grinned.
“Then what a
marvelous way to relive your misspent youth! Party on, dad,” he said, patting
him on the back. “And try not to let any more of my friends blow you while
you’re at it.”
Brian looked
around the room and then back at his son’s retreating form.
“Does everyone
here count as a friend?” Brian called out. Gus turned back and shook his head
before blending in with the crowd.
The older Kinney
worked the room, laughing as many people mistook him for Gus from the back.
Many of the boys propositioned him, but tricking at
Instead he leaned
against the bar, sipping something Gus had made him. He watched the way his son
moved. He went from group to group, laughing and smirking. Many men slung their
arm around him and whispered in his ear, but the younger Kinney shrugged them
off with an apologetic smile. Brian smirked.
He had a clone.
Brian thought back
to the day Gus had decided to inform them all of his sexuality. It was not too
long after he demanded his last name legally be changed to Kinney, because he
had “too many god damn names and his dad’s was cooler than all of them anyway.”
Brian got a sort
of perverse joy from the shade of red Melanie’s face flushed at that statement.
So not only was a walking, talking, smart assed model of Brian living under her
roof, but he was a Kinney, too.
Ah, that was a
good day.
But, Gus had
decided to inform him of his sexual preference one night while Brian and Justin
had gone over for dinner.
”Pass the roast,
please,” Justin asked, holding his hands out with a smile. Brian rolled his
eyes and took a sip from his wine glass. His eyes landed on a sixteen year old
Gus as he sighed for the third time in just as many minutes.
“Gus, out with it,”
Brian prodded. Gus glared at him as Justin, Lindsay, Mel, and Jenny all looked
at him. Then, he shrugged and stood up gracefully, clearing his throat.
“I suppose you’ve
all been waiting with bated breath to find out my sexual orientation,” he said
matter-of-factly, looking around as if he were giving a presentation. “My dads
like to fuck dudes, my moms like to fuck chicks, one best friend is gay as all
hell, and the other likes pussy. So hmm, what is little Gussy going to be
into?”
Lindsay dropped her
fork, Jenny’s eyes widened, Justin’s jaw dropped, Brian smirked, and Melanie
let out a loud “Oh shit.”
Justin and Brian
shared a look, and then Gus’ father turned back to him, eyes gleaming
mischievously.
“Well, given the
choices, I’ve decided that I’m…impartial. I’ll give anyone a chance. Yaye
bisexuality!”
With that, Gus sat
down and took a big bite of mashed potatoes. Brian raised his eyebrows, and
then nodded. Justin smiled and took another bite of roast, leaving his moms to
stare at him in disbelief.
“Having a good
time, dad?” Gus asked, leaning against the bar beside him. Brian raised his
glass and nodded.
“It’s a good
party,” Brian commented. “But I don’t see any girls here.” Gus turned to him,
raising an eyebrow.
“Why would there
be any girls here?” Gus inquired. Brian stared at him.
“Because you like
genitalia of all shapes and sizes?” Brian asked sarcastically. “You don’t have
‘the best of both worlds’ here, as you like to say.”
“Well yeah,” Gus
told him. “Because it’s Gay Friday.” Brian stared at him, and then shook his
head.
“Wow. We really
fucked you up, didn’t we?”
“Yup!” Gus
exclaimed. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
**
“Are you sure
you’re okay?” Justin asked, fluffing Daphne’s pillows. The blond had made Daphne
insist he could stay past visiting hours. He had offered to go to the cafeteria
for her four times, and asked if she was okay about seventeen.
“I’m fine,
Justin,” Daphne said with a fake smile. “Derek, will you find out when the next
flight to
“What? Why?” Derek
asked.
“Because Justin
will be on it.” Derek almost fell over in a rush to get his phone out of his
pocket.
“What?” Justin
asked.
“Justin, I love
you,” Daphne told him. “But you are driving me crazy. And I’m tired. So you are
going to get on that plane and go home, okay?”
“But-“
“Okay?”
“Fine,” Justin
pouted.
“There is one
leaving at
**
“Gus!” Parker called
as he ran up to them, almost falling over. “You and your fine ass dad need to
come play a game with us.” Gus and Brian found themselves being dragged over to
the television. Red cups were thrust into their hands and they were pushed to
the floor.
“What are we
doing?” Gus asked.
“We’re going to
watch a movie, and everything they say ‘fuck’ or a derivative of the word-“
“I’m surprised you
can still say derivative when you are so drunk,” Gus smirked.
“Shh!” Parker
scolded. “Every time they say fuck, we all have to take a drink from our cup,
refilling it when it’s empty.” Gus looked at the group that had formed on the
floor. It was him, his dad, Parker, Elliot,
“Sounds simple
enough,” Brian replied.
“Go hot dad!”
Parker shouted.
“Enough,” Gus
laughed. Brian rolled his eyes and smiled. “What movie are we watching?”
“Pulp Fiction,”
Elliot replied. Brian’s eyes widened.
Oh shit.
**
”Welcome to
Justin sighed and
made his way to the terminal. He tried calling the loft, but there was no
answer. Then he called Brian’s cell, and got no answer. He scrunched up his
face in annoyance and called a cab.
**
“Okay, okay,”
Brian and Gus
looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Show us your
tits!” Parker yelled, raising his shot glass to the father and son.
“Come on,”
“I’m far too drunk
for this,” Brian muttered. “Fine. I’ll do it if Gus does it.”
“Fuck no,” Gus
yelled, wavering back and forth drunkenly. “Okay, fine.”
“You didn’t even
take a breath there Gus,” Elliot laughed.
“Because I know
I’m no match for this old fag.” Brian ruffled his hair and Gus gasped, reaching
up to fix it. “Bitch!”
“Come on then,
Gus.” Brian stood up and pulled his tee shirt off, throwing it at Parker’s
head. “Down, Parker.”
“Come on, Gus!”
Robbie shouted. Parker put Brian’s shirt on over his own. Gus sighed and made a
big show of standing next to his father. He was about one inch shorter and a
little bit lankier. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it at Elliot.
“Remember, Elliot.
Boss.” Elliot nodded and put the shirt on over his tank.
“Would you guys
think it wrong of me to jack off right now?” Parker asked.
“YES!” The rest of
the group shouted in unison. Parker snapped his fingers. Brian and Gus started
doing various poses, flexing their muscles and laughing wildly. After a few
minutes,
“Brian wins, hands
down.”
“And dicks up,”
Parker added.
“Yes, hands down
and dicks up,”
“Wipe that shit
eating grin off your face, Dad,” Gus grumbled. He turned back to the group,
looking around at them. “It’s only because he’s had like eight million more
years to work out. ‘Cause he’s old.”
Brian slapped him
upside the head.
“Ow!”
“That’s what you get,”
he told him. Then he looked around. “Where the fuck is my shirt?”
“Back to the
movie!”
“Red cups to the
ready, boys.”
**
Justin paid the
cab driver and got out, pulling his bag after him. He stood in front of the
building, first noticing the cars lining the street. Then he looked up at the
loft window, seeing the light and silhouettes of what looked like many people.
His brows scrunched in confusion and he pulled his keys out of his pocket.
“What the fuck?”
**
”Which one is your
wallet?”
“It’s that one
that says ‘Bad Motherfucker’.”
The six guys all
threw back a drink of rum, wincing at the burn.
“I want a wallet
that says ‘Bad Motherfucker’,” Elliot informed them. Gus looked over at him
suddenly, almost falling over from the action.
“Wait,” he
slurred. “Do we have to take a drink if one of us says fuck or a
derit…deriviv…something that sounds like fuck?” The six of them looked at each
other, and then shrugged. They each looked into their cups and took another big
drink.
The six of them
started laughing uncontrollably as the movie ended. Gus fell over and landed
half in Brian’s lap, his face resting on Brian’s thigh. Parker hiccupped, and
“What the fuck is
going on here?” Justin roared, hands on his hips. Brian looked over his
shoulder, seeing how angry his partner looked. He turned back to the boys that
had become his new best friends.
“Uh oh, we’re in
trouble.”
Parker hiccupped
again. Justin stormed over to his partner, and stood over him. Brian was drunk,
topless, and had a brunet head in his lap.
“That’s Pops isn’t
it?” Gus mumbled into Brian’s crotch.
“Yes,” Brian replied.
“Now please move your face.” But Gus only curled up closer to his father, as if
that would protect him from the wrath of an angry Justin.
“You left me in
“No!” Brian yelled
indignantly. “Gus thought we both were in
“Hey Pops,” Gus
muttered, smiling nervously.
“Gus? This was
your idea?”
“Yes. Please don’t
be mad at Dad and withhold sex because he might kill me.”
“Oh my god,”
Parker started. “Two hot dads, here, it’s too mu-“ Elliot slapped his hand over
Parker’s mouth to quiet him. Justin’s blue eyes flicked over to Parker,
recognition flashing in his eyes.
“Why does he look
familiar?” Justin asked, pointing at Parker.
“That’s Parker. He
watched us fuck at
“Dude, he
remembered me!” Justin almost laughed. Almost. His eyes moved over to Elliot,
who smiled forcibly.
“Hey Justin,” he
said, trying to hide his drunkenness.
“Elliot,” Justin replied,
nodding his head. He turned back to Brian. “This is bullshit, Brian Kinney.”
“Uh oh, both
names,” Parker whispered, and then hiccupped again.
“So you thought
instead of maybe, I don’t know, stopping the party, you decided to just join
in?” Justin asked, hands on his hips. Brian pretended to ponder this question.
“If I say yes,
you’ll think I’m stupid. If I say no, you’ll know I’m a lying sack of shit.
Guh, the choices!” Justin did not find this amusing. Parker’s hiccups grew more
rapid as his nervousness grew.
“Gus, how could
you do this? You could have just asked. But no, you snuck behind our backs.
What sort of a way is that to treat your fathers?”
“Justin does know
he’s only ten years older than Gus, right?” Elliot whispered, leaning towards
Brian.
“Shh, just let
Justin do his Justin thing.” He waved his hand in Elliot’s face. “And the
scolding thing really turns me on, like when he goes ‘Brian you didn’t pick up
your socks!’ I love that.” He looked over at Elliot. “I mean, shh.”
“You could have
gotten the cops called!” Justin continued. Parker hiccupped rapidly.
“Pops stop! You’re
going to make Parker explode!”
“Justin,” Brian
interrupted. “Can I talk to you please?” Brian stood up and took Justin’s arm.
“Gus, I want
everyone out of here,” Justin told him. Brian rolled his eyes and pushed him
into the bedroom. He waved his hand at Gus, who had started to get up. He held
up one finger, and the boys waited.
“Your Pops is
strict,” Cameron mumbled.
“But hot,” Parker
added.
“We know, Parker!”
They shouted in unison.
**
“Did you know
seven guys hit on me on my way across the loft?” Justin asked as he shrugged
his jacket off.
“It’s because
you’re so hot,” Brian informed him. Justin’s presence had sobered him up a tiny
bit. “Why’d you give Gus such a hard time?”
“Because, Brian.”
He turned, facing his partner of seven years. “He doesn’t need to think it’s
okay to just throw wild parties at the loft. Why would you let him think that
was alright?”
“Because when he
has a party here, I can look out for him. I know what he’s doing, and I know
that he is okay. I’d rather him trash the loft then be out getting himself into
trouble.” Justin smiled softly.
“I never thought
of it that way,” he replied.
“Plus, I think
it’s really cool that Gus can feel comfortable around his old man at a party
full of his friends. Let’s face it, I’m the ‘hot dad’.” Justin snorted and
Brian smirked, grabbing Justin by the waist.
“You know his
friend Parker sucked you off that night,” Justin informed him with a raised
eyebrow. Brian laughed.
“Yeah, I know.
Somehow I don’t think he’ll ever forget, either.” Brian kissed Justin softly
and then looked at his watch. “It’s almost three. What do you say we let Gus
finish out his wild night? It’ll start clearing out soon anyway.”
“I suppose,”
Justin sighed, smiling wide.
“Me and you can go
up on the roof and you can punish me for letting the entire thing happen in the
first place.” Brian smirked and slid his hand into Justin’s jeans, palming his
cock.
“Really?” Justin
panted.
“As long as you
promise to scold me.”
**
“Okay Gus,” Justin
called as he and Brian exited the bedroom. Brian had the duvet rolled up under
one arm. “Your debauchery may continue.”
“Thanks, Pops,” Gus
grinned. He caught Brian’s wink over the blond’s shoulder.
“Thanks Mr. Gus’
Hot Dad number two!” Parker called.
“It’s Justin,” he
said, blushing. Parker got up and moved as if he were going to hug Justin.
“Parker!” Brian
shouted. “Don’t make me get the hose!” Parker pouted and sat back down. Brian
walked over to Gus. “Try to wrap it up sometime before the sun comes up, okay?”
Gus nodded and Brian smiled.
“You got it,” Gus
replied.
“Justin and I are
going up to the roof through the skylight. Let anyone up on the roof, and I
shall kill you.” He went to turn around, but then turned back. “And you don’t
want to go up there either.
“Affirmative.”
“Good. Night Gus.”
Brian wrapped his arm around Gus’ shoulders and pulled him close in a sort of
half hug. Gus fell against his father drunkenly and Brian ruffled his hair
again. Justin said goodnight as well and hugged Gus tight. Parker stood up and
outstretched his arms, his face pleading for a hug as well.
“Good night
Parker,” Brian laughed. He leaned over and playfully kissed the boy’s temple.
Justin laughed and ruffled the boy’s hair. Parker swooned.
“Don’t give him
false hopes,” Gus told them. Brian smirked at his offspring. Justin slid his
fingers across Brian’s back and gave him a playful smile. Brian watched him
walk through the bedroom, pick up a few condoms and a tube of lube from the
bowl near the bed, throw them in a bag, and shake his ass enticingly as he
exited the other side.
“Well, I know what
I’m doing for the rest of the night. Have fun, boys.” Brian trotted through the
bedroom and Gus grabbed the back of Parker’s shirt and pulled him back as he
tried to follow, his expression unwavering.
“Okay, let’s
continue the game,”
“Do you want us to
go into a coma?” He asked. He hiccupped and then rubbed his stomach absently.
“Fuck that, I’m going to go get me a blowjob.”
“Not a bad idea,”
Gus slurred. “I want a blowjob.” Parker looked over at him, eyelids heavy.
“I’ll give you a
blowjob,” Parker offered, shrugging his shoulders. Gus turned to look at him,
raising an eyebrow. He looked down at his crotch, back at Parker, and shrugged
as well. Parker licked his lips and started to lean over.
“Wait,” Gus said
suddenly, grabbing Parker by the hair. “You blew my dad. And you’re one of my
best friends. You can’t blow me.” Parker stared at him, and then burst out
laughing.
“You really
thought I was going to blow you? Dude, that’s gross.” Gus rolled his eyes.
“Plus I’m holding out for elder Kinney cock again.”
“Dude, too far.”
Gus looked around the room, eyes fixating on his prey. His pupils dilated
slightly. “Fine.” He raised an arm and close one eye, pointing. “Dibs on the
dirty blond in green.”
**
Brian watched
Justin climb the ladder fixed to the wall and push the skylight open. See, Mr.
Justin Taylor was an artiste, and he needed the maximum amount of light
possible to create his marvelous works of art.
Thus, he coerced
Brian to put a skylight in the corner he used as his studio. Brian agreed, but
only if Justin agreed to suck him off under moonlight regularly.
Such a price to
pay for the sake of one’s art, Justin had told him. But Brian knew moonlight
and candles made Justin slutty, so it all worked out in the end.
Brian looked down
at the large duvet under his left arm and back up at the ladder. No fucking
way.
“Justin!” He
called. “I’m way too fucking drunk to even think about accomplishing this
task.” The blond climbed halfway back down the ladder and Brian stepped up on
it, passing the duvet to Justin. The two men climbed up onto the roof and
lowered the skylight.
**
Gus sauntered over
to the boy with all the grace of his father. He slipped in front of the dirty
blond and danced with him. Then, he leaned in and bit his earlobe before
pressing his lips against it.
“I want you to
suck my cock,” Gus whispered throatily. He pressed his hand flat against the
guy’s chest, smoothing his elegant fingers along the thin cotton tee he wore.
He felt the boy gulp and take in a harsh breath. He gave a feral grin and slid
his hand down until his fingertips slid into the waistband of the guy’s jeans.
He pulled him over to the wall, in a dimly lit, sparsely populated corner of
the loft. The skylight was above him, allowing moonlight to flood in.
Gus leaned against
the cool brick as the trick pressed his lips wetly against his neck. His kisses
progressed further down Gus’ body, and the younger Kinney sighed, letting his
eyelids flutter closed.
The trick settled
on his knees and he swiftly unbuttoned Gus’ jeans, pulling his turgid member
free. Gus’ fingers settled into the trick’s sandy blond hair and he moaned
softly as the teen engulfed him. Gus reveled in the sensations. The brick was
cool against his bare back, scraping him with each harsh breath. The trick’s
fingers were warm, caressing his abs and hips.
Gus opened his
eyes and looked down, watching as the pretty red lips slid up and down his shaft.
The trick’s cheeks were hollow, creating a suction that made Gus moan in
pleasure.
He tugged on the
trick’s hair as he grew closer to cumming. He panted and licked his lips,
feeling them swell with arousal and desire. He felt his jeans slide lower as
his hips jerked forward, the brick scraping the bare cheeks of his ass.
“Yeah,” Gus
grunted. He grabbed the back of the teen’s head and let his head fall back as
he was deep throated. His hips jerked forward as he came, flooding the trick’s
mouth. He continued to suck gently on the head of his cock, causing his orgasm
to ripple out longer than usual. He gasped as his cock was released from the
warm orifice, cool air hitting the spit slicked skin. Gus opened his eyes and
sighed once more in pleasure.
**
“Putting an air
mattress up here was genius,” Brian said, as he made sure it was full and
spread the duvet across it. Justin smirked and dropped down on the mattress,
kicking off his shoes.
“Well I was sick
of you slamming my ass into the concrete,” Justin commented. Brian smiled and
looked up at the sky before plopping down next to his partner. “You know I get
to do whatever I want to you, right?”
“Oh? And why’s
that?” Brian challenged, sliding his hand up Justin’s thigh. The blond leaned
forward until his lips brushed against Brian’s as he spoke.
“Because I said
so,” he replied sexily. “And no arguing.” Brian felt his cock stiffen as
Justin’s tongue traced his lips faintly.
“Okay,” Brian
panted. He fell back on the mattress and kicked his jeans off, leaving him
naked under the night sky. “Do with me what you wish.”
Justin grinned and
stripped his clothes off, feeling goose bumps form on his skin from the cool
air. He climbed on top of Brian and kissed him passionately, thrusting his
tongue into his partner’s more than willing mouth. While he kept Brian
occupied, he reached over and extracted something from the bag from the
bedroom. He slid his hands down and snapped a strip of soft leather around
Brian’s dick and balls. Brian gasped in surprise.
“We’re going to
have some fun,” Justin whispered. Brian smiled and closed his eyes again as
Justin kissed and licked at his Adam’s apple. Justin extracted another object
from the bag. He ran the object along Brian’s forearm and the brunet’s eyes
popped open in surprise.
Justin sat up,
straddling Brian’s hips. He held the vibrator up for Brian to see. The brunet
raised an eyebrow.
“What is that?”
Brian asked, staring at the vibrator.
“This would be the
ten inch long, five inch round blue vibrating dildo you bought me because it
matched my eyes.” Brian’s hard cock twitched as he remembered how hot Justin
looked that night, begging and screaming as Brian slowly fed the dildo to his
ass.
“You are not using
that on me,” Brian told him, voice weak. Justin merely shook his head. He
switched the vibrator on low and ran it over Brian’s right nipple.
“You said I could
do whatever I wanted,” Justin told him. “And I want to slowly shove this dildo
up your tight ass and fuck you with it. And then I want to ride you while it’s
still inside you.”
Brian merely
gulped, his cock leaking from Justin’s words.
Justin grabbed the
tube of lube from the bag and popped it open, generously spreading the lube
along the dildo as it vibrated softly. He spread Brian’s legs open wide and
pressed the blunt head of the dildo against his quivering pucker. Brian gasped
and spread his legs wider. The blond slid just the head inside and Brian cried
out.
“Turn if off, turn
it off!” The vibrations were too much. He needed time to adjust. But Justin
didn’t listen. Instead, he slid another inch in, making Brian arch up off of
the mattress and moan louder.
Justin pushed him
back down and pushed his leg up with his free hand as he watched Brian’s ass
swallow the dildo. Justin’s cock was hard and leaking, but he could not tear
his eyes away from the powder blue toy as more and more of it slid into Brian’s
pink hole.
Once it was half
way in, he turned it onto medium speed without warning. Brian cried out and
bucked his hips again. He felt like he was going to explode. Patches of his
skin turned red as his blood rushed through him. He felt like every drop of it
was going straight to his dick.
“Justin, please,”
Brian cried out, clutching the duvet in his fists.
“Please what?”
Justin teased. “More?” He slid more of the dildo into Brian’s ass. Justin was
so turned on that his nipples were burning. Brian’s cock was deep fuchsia, and
he leaned down to tongue the slit as he began fucking Brian’s ass with the toy.
Brian cried out so
loud that he was sure everyone in the loft could hear him. Justin lapped at the
head of his cock, tonguing the bundle of nerves under the head. He pulled the
dildo all the way out and turned it on high before sliding it all the way back
in quickly. Brian shouted and thrashed back and forth, bucking his hips up.
“Justin please,”
he panted, reaching up to grab Justin’s shoulder. “Please let me cum.”
“Why Brian Kinney,
are you begging?” Justin asked, angling the vibrating dildo to press against
Brian’s swollen prostate. Brian cried out again, his cock twitching painfully.
“Yes! Yes, I am
begging.” Justin smiled and pressed the toy harder against his prostate as he
leaned between Brian’s legs and kissed him. The brunet sucked greedily on
Justin’s tongue. The blond reached up and unsnapped the strap, letting his full
balls loose.
Brian cried out
into Justin’s mouth as he came, the pearly drops splattering their chests and
chins. Brian’s vision went completely black and his body went rigid as his
orgasm burned like a fire inside of him. He collapsed back against the air
mattress, the stars in his eyes brighter than the ones in the sky.
“Holy. Shit.”
Brian looked over at Justin, who smiled coyly as he leaned down and licked and sucked
all the cum from Brian’s chest and cock. By the time he was done, he was hard
again. Justin ripped open a condom and slipped the latex disc into his mouth.
He then used his lips to roll the condom all the way down Brian’s dick, his
nose buried in his soft pubes. Brian moaned at the dirtiness of it all.
Justin quickly
lubed up Brian’s cock before positioning himself over Brian’s dick. The brunet
felt the vibrator, which Justin had at some point turned off, still lingering in
his ass. Justin lowered himself down onto Brian’s cock, moaning all the way
down.
“I’m not going to
last long,” Justin panted as he started to ride his partner.
“Me neither.” He
grabbed Justin’s hips and met each thrust. The bass from the music pulsing
below came through the roof and Justin thrust in time with the fast mix. Before
long, they were both shooting. Justin collapsed on top of Brian, panting
heavily. Brian felt the dildo slip from his ass and he sighed from the empty
feeling.
“So good,” Justin
gasped. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah,” Brian
panted, running his hands down Justin’s sweaty back. Their hearts beat in
perfect tempo, drumming a cadence against their ribcages.
“Mmm, dirty,”
Justin whispered tiredly. Brian played with his hair.
“Very dirty.”
“Sweaty, sticky,”
Justin mumbled. Brian kissed his forehead. “Love you.”
“Love you too,”
Brian whispered, stroking his back again.
“Sleepy.”
“Then sleep.”
“I’ll sleep.”
“Good.” Brian
wrapped the duvet around them, holding his partner tight in his arms. After one
final good night kiss, they fell asleep under the stars as the thumpa thump
went on below them.
**
Gus’ eyes slid
open and he squinted against the sun. Oh, the hangover. Fuck you hangover.
He was laying flat
on his back on the hardwood floor. He looked down to see Parker sleeping, his
head on Gus’ stomach, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He was curled
into the fetal position, and Elliot was using his denim-clothed ass as a
pillow.
It was a train of
hung over buffoons.
“Guys,” Gus called
out, the sound of his own voice making his head throb. “Get up.” He patted
Parker’s head gently.
“Just five more
minutes, mom,” Parker mumbled, wrapping his arms around Gus’ torso.
“Ew, dude. Gross.
Get the fuck off me.”
“No,” Parker
whined, wiggling his ass. The action jarred Elliot, who blinked owlishly. He
stared at Parker’s ass and quickly reached down and grabbed his crotch.
“Oh thank god. I
still have my pants on,” Elliot groaned, sitting up straight. Gus rolled out
from under Parker, and the older boy’s head dropped to the hardwood floor with
a thud.
“Ow…” He moaned,
curling up in a ball. Gus rolled his eyes.
“Get up.” Parker
let out an exasperated sigh and stood up with Gus. The misfit trio looked around
the loft and let out a loud groan in unison. There were cups everywhere. Papers
and trash littered the floor.
“There are still
people here,” Gus complained, pointing to boys in various states of undress
sleeping all over the loft. “Parker! Make them go away,” he said, holding his
hands to either side of his head.
“What am I, your
bouncer?”
“Parker,” he
whined.
“Fine. Baby.” He
walked over to the nearest guy sleeping on the floor. He nudged his hip with
his toes. “Yo, assbag. Get out.”
“Be nice,” Elliot
scolded. Parker rolled his eyes.
“Assbag. Get out.
Please.” Gus and Elliot rolled their eyes and started booting out all the
stragglers.
“Gus, before I
even think of helping you clean this shit up,” Parker told him, “I need some
Tylenol.”
“We don’t have any
here,” Gus informed him. Parker gasped.
“Why not?”
“Pops is allergic
to it.” Parker gasped again.
“What? Nobody’s
allergic to Tylenol. Tylenol is what they give you when-“ Gus held up his hand,
cutting him off.
“We’ve been
through that. Believe me.” Parker groaned. “We have Excedrin, though.” Parker
and Elliot held out their hands.
“Gimme!”
**
Up on the roof,
Justin was the first to wake up. He squinted against the sunlight and grimaced
at the dried cum on his jaw. He wiped at it with his hand and rolled away from
his too warm, too comfortable bed partner. He quickly cleaned up their mess
from the previous night, making a mental note to buy new batteries as he put
the vibrator in the bag. Because, yeah, they were doing that again real soon.
Once he was done
cleaning, he stopped and looked up at the sky. There was something about being
naked on your roof that he was rapidly growing fond of.
He judged by the
air and the color of the sky that it was only somewhere around seven in the
morning. He nodded to himself and turned back towards Brian. He had kicked the
blanket off, and was still asleep. His cock was hard, reaching for his belly.
Justin’s eyes flashed and he licked his lips.
It wasn’t long
before Brian woke up to an orgasm, Justin sucking him dry.
“Mmm, hi,” Brian
whispered, tangling his long fingers in Justin’s silky hair. “Kiss me.” Justin
slid up and shared a long, lazy kiss with Brian.
“Shall we go
downstairs and see what damage our son has managed to do?” Justin asked, Brian’s
nose scrunched up and he rubbed his temples, groaning. “Hungover?” Justin asked
with a smirk.
“No,” Brian
answered quickly. Justin raised an eyebrow. “Yes.” Justin laughed and nodded
knowingly. He kissed Brian’s forehead before getting up. They dressed quickly.
“Leave the stuff. We’ll come back.”
They climbed down
into the loft quietly and tip toed next to the bedroom, watching the three boys
drag themselves around with garbage bags, lethargically picking up trash.
“I have a new goal
in life,” Parker said randomly. Gus stood up and looked at him.
“What’s that?”
Elliot asked.
“To have a
threesome with Gus’ dads.” Elliot laughed and Parker was beamed in the back of
the head with a crushed beer can that had been launched from Gus’ direction.
“Fuck you,
Parker!” Gus yelled. Elliot and Parker laughed.
“It’s so true,
though,” Parker muttered. Elliot nodded and patted his back. Brian bit his fist
to keep from laughing and Justin smirked and shook his head. Gus picked up
another beer can, aimed, and chucked it at Parker’s head again. It bounced off
with a crunch. “What was that for?”
“Because I love
you,” Gus replied. Parker laughed.
“Morning boys!”
Brian called as he and Justin made their way into the room. The three boys
stiffened and glanced around the room in a panic. It was still nowhere near
clean. “Quite a night.”
“Hey Brian,”
Parker greeted him. “What up, Justin.” Justin ruffled his hair on the way by,
and Parker purred like a kitten.
“Don’t worry about
the mess guys,” Justin told them. They all sighed in relief.
“Are you going to
leave it for the cleaning lady?” Gus asked.
“Haha. Right. I
was being nice. Don’t worry about it for now. You are so cleaning this shit up
later.” The boys all sighed.
“Put the couch
back, and go back to sleep for a few hours,” Brian told them. “And then clean.”
“You got it,
Brian,” Parker grinned.
“Parker, I have a
feeling I could tell you to eat live bees for breakfast and you’d do it,” Brian
chuckled. Parker paused to consider this.
“If you let me
blow you again, then yeah sure.” Brian rolled his eyes and Justin smacked
Parker on the back of the head playfully.
Justin helped the
boys move the couch and table back while Brian retrieved the duvet and bag of
toys from the roof. The five guys all yawned, the long night still taking it’s
toll.
“Well, your dad
and I are going back to bed. We’ll see you guys later,” Justin told them. He
waved at everyone before heading up the stairs to the bed and flopping down on
it.
Gus walked over to
his dad and hugged him tight. Brian returned the hug and ruffled his hair.
“Thanks for being
so awesome,” Gus told him sincerely. “You can party with us any time. Pops too,
if he wants.” Brian smiled.
“And if you want
to have a party in the loft, just ask me. Chances are I’ll say yes.” Gus
grinned and turned away, heading for the couch. Brian watched his son curl up
in the corner of the large sectional and smiled. Then he turned and went into
the bedroom, closing all the partitions.
“Aw!” Parker
shouted. “Shafted!”
“Sleep, Parker,”
Brian called through the partitions. He shook his head and turned back to
Justin, who was undressing. He took his clothes off as well and the pair
climbed into bed.
“You’re a great
dad, Brian,” Justin told him, tugging on Brian’s earlobe. Brian smiled softly
and shrugged.
“I do what I can,”
he replied, turning his head to kiss the inside of Justin’s wrist. They kissed
softly, and then Brian yawned. “Sleepy.”
“Then sleep.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too.” They
both fell asleep, wrapped up in each other.
**
“Dude, that party
was fucking awesome,” Elliot mumbled. Gus smiled sleepily.
“Totally,” Gus
replied, curling up in a blanket. “We were so drunk.”
“Yeah,” Parker
replied. “I think I may have said something stupid at some point.” The other
two boys stared at him, and then all three of them burst up laughing.
“No one else needs
to know how retarded we all were,” Gus told them. “But everyone can know how
fucking cool my dads are.”
“Agreed,” Elliot
replied.
“Doubly agreed.
What happens in the loft stays in the loft,” Parker told them. “Now, fist
bump.” They all laughed and bumped their fists together before laying back and
falling asleep, bathed in sunshine.
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