Hey, folks--I'm baaaaaaaack! I know I took forever to write this, but I was on holiday, so bite it. I definitely wasn't going to write whilst I was having a fantabulous time away from work and home. Okay, so maybe holiday wasn't THAT long, but you know, I always say "Why put off something today that you can put off for five months". If any of you can't deal with that, e-mail me to complain and I'll send back a wonderful "eat me" note. LOL So, as always, this is all fiction. Don't know the Backstreet Boys or any other celebrity that may or may not be mentioned in this series. I do know that I'd fuck Brian if given the chance. Probably all five of them. Oh well, I'm a slut, so what? If you have any questions, answers, comments, want to say you hated or loved the story, you can e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com!
"Chill out. Whatcha yellin' for? Lay back, it's all been done before. And if you could only let it be, you will see. I like you the way you are. When we're drivin' in your car. And you're talking to me one on one. But you've become somebody else, 'round everyone else. You're watching your back like you can't relax. You're tryin' to be cool. You look like a fool to me. Tell me--why you have to go and make things so complicated?"~Avril Lavigne, 'Complicated'.
All In The Family (Part Twelve) By-Lep
"What do you mean--get married?" I laughed nervously.
"You know, the thing where we talk about how we take each other 'til death do us part. Then we exchange vows and rings and kiss. That thing." Brian smiled crookedly.
"Why would we get married?" I stood.
"'Cause I asked you?" Brian made it a question.
"I don't think that's a very good idea, baby." I answered simply and tried to step around him.
"Why not?" Brian grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
"Just 'cause." I replied.
"That's not a reason."
"How about an excuse?" I laughed nervously again.
"You don't want to marry me?" Brian cocked his head, knowing full well I did.
"It's not that." I pulled my wrist away gently.
"Then what is it?"
"It's Booker..." I began.
"Matt, it can't always be about Booker. He's a child, not an excuse for you to use."
"I'm not using him as an excuse."
I could tell this was going to get ugly very quickly. Ofcourse, anytime Brian and I argued it usually did get ugly.
"Sure seems that way. Everytime that I mention anything about us, you go running scared."
"I can't believe you're even saying this." I turned to leave the room, totally amazed that Brian would think I was using Booker as a reason to become distant.
"Okay, okay. Don't leave, just sit down and talk to me." Brian grabbed my wrist.
"Brian, I don't want to get married." I looked down at him, my eyes desperate for a good reason why not.
"Why not?"
BINGO!
"Just because."
"That's not a reason, for the second time." Brian smiled a bit.
"Could I possibly come up with a reason that you'd be happy with, though?" I sat down with a tired grin.
"Probably not."
"I figured as much. Brian, I just don't want to get married. It wouldn't be legal, it wouldn't change anything, and it's an anachronistic rite."
"Whoa, let me break out the dictionary." Brian teased.
"You know what I'm talking about." I couldn't help but smile. "I just don't think there's a point in it."
"I want to know you'll devote the rest of your life to me."
"Well isn't my word good enough?" I punched him in the arm lightly and playfully.
"Well, yeah. But the anachronistic rite would make me happy." Brian mocked me playfully.
"You're such a pain in my ass." I sunk back into the couch and laid a hand on his back as he sat up towards the edge of the couch.
We sat there for a minute, me towards the back of the couch, rubbing and staring at his back as he stared straight ahead.
"Okay. We know you don't like the idea that much. That's fine, I can deal with that." Brian kept his face straight forward. "But can't you just do it for me?"
"I had to give you a good reason why I didn't want to do it. Give me a good reason to do it." I ran my hand up the back of his shirt, touching his bare, warm skin.
"Because you love me that much." Brian turned his head slightly so I could see his right eye slightly.
"Don't you think Booker will be confused by all this though?"
"Why would he be? It would be alot more confusing to him if he were thirteen and had no concept of the fact that men can love men. We shouldn't shield him from the facts of life and the fact there are queers out there. We don't want him to be a homophobe with two dads when he grows up."
"I don't want that. You know I don't. I just don't want to show him just one side of life either. I want him to know it's okay to be gay OR straight. I don't want to be a militant gay man that thinks it's the only way to live out of spite for heteros."
"Baby," Brian turned to face me finally, "marrying me won't be telling him it's the only option there is. It's just showing him that it's one of the options and to not be ashamed."
"In your eyes, my eyes, the guys' eyes and Booker's eyes, we'll be married. But no one else will give a fuck, Brian." I kept my hand on his back.
"Does it matter if anyone else cares?"
"Yeah. It does. I hope Booker never has to deal with our kind of crap." I sighed and pulled my hand away.
Brian looked at me funny, then an awkward grin graced his face.
"What?" I smiled lazily.
"Did you just wish for a heterosexual son?" Brian laughed.
"Huh?"
"You just said you hope Booker never has to deal with our kind of crap."
"Yeah, so?" I shrugged.
"Well, Mister Matt. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were homophobic." Brian laughed.
"A gay homophobe, good one." I rolled my eyes.
"It could happen. You really want him to grow up normal, don't you?" Brian put an emphasis on the word 'normal' that made me laugh.
"I didn't say that." I shoved Brian in the shoulder.
"Sort of you did."
"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes again.
"Oh just admit it. You want him to be straight when he grows up." Brian cooed.
I looked back at Brian, and for once seriously considered the prospect of Booker growing up gay or straight.
"Yeah, I guess I do." I replied honestly, if not shamefully.
"What the hell for?" Brian looked utterly appalled.
"Life is much easier for the heteros, I guess."
"You know you don't believe that."
"Sure I do. Guys are expected to grow up and play football, and join fraternities and find some big-tittied woman and knock her up and have children. If he does that, he won't have to deal with fighting for equal rights. He won't have to deal with hiding his real self to friends and family members. He won't have to deal with any of it. I hope he does grow up straight." I explained.
"You are so full of shit, Matt." Brian laughed and fell back onto the couch next to me.
"Why am I full of shit?"
"Because, you know you'd be just as happy if he were gay."
"Why are we having this discussion?" I laughed loudly.
"Because you started it." Brian stated, then followed up so I couldn't argue. "Who cares what he is, as long as he's happy and he doesn't hate people because of sexual orientation, gender, race, ethnic background, or, well what the fuck ever."
"Okay. I hope he's a straight guy with much tolerance when he grows up." I teased.
"So, are we getting married or not?" Brian asked again.
"Sure, why not?" I replied.
"I can't wait to explain this proposal to Booker when he's old enough to understand." Brian laughed.
"Awfully romantic, wasn't it?" I agreed.
"Awfully."
"I just have a few requests."
"What's that, baby?" Brian asked lightly.
"It's going to be a very small ceremony, and no honeymoon." I requested.
"Small ceremony. Big honeymoon." Brian counter-offered.
"Fuck, you always want your way. It's always ME ME ME." I teased.
"Damn right." Brian pulled me towards him with a laugh.
I giggled with him and laid my head on his shoulder.
"Daddy!" Booker's squealed.
"What?" Brian and I replied at the same time, then laughed together.
"Unca Nick is chasing me!" Booker squealed as he ran into the den and around to the front of the couch.
Brian grunted lightly as Booker jumped in the middle of us, shoving his knee in Brian's stomach. I smiled at Booker and pulled him down to sit between the two of us, wrapping an arm around him.
"He won't stop tickawing me!" Booker squealed again.
"Okay, buddy. Let's use our inside voice." I grinned.
"Sorry." Booker spoke in a deliberate whisper, making me laugh lightly.
"I wasn't doing a thing." Nick came strolling into the den, his hands in his pockets and a huge self-satisfied grin on his face.
"Sure you weren't." Brian smiled.
"I wasn't." Nick replied and sat down in the chair that was set perpindicular to the couch.
"Yes he was!" Booker announced loudly.
"Inside voices." I reminded him.
"Sawwy, daddy." Booker replied, but leered at Nick.
"Nick, do you think the guys would like to go to the Bahamas for a vacation?" Brian asked.
"The Bahamas?" I rolled my eyes.
"What's the Bammas?" Booker asked me.
"It's a bunch of islands." I replied, then snapped my head up to look at Brian.
"I think they'd love it." Nick replied, a knowing smile on his face.
"Islands where?" Booker tugged on my shirt sleeve.
"In the Caribbean." I replied again.
"What's that?" Booker asked.
"You ask alot of questions, buddy." Brian ruffled his hair.
"There are alot of beaches, and swimming and sun, and animals, Booker." Nick stated excitedly.
"Don't get the kid riled up." I placed my hands over his ears quickly.
"I wanna go the Bammas." Booker indicated it was too late for me to stop them.
"I'll get you for this, Brian." I spoke thru clenched teeth, but smiled the whole time I spoke.
"I know you will, baby."
"Can we go now?" Booker sat up straight.
"No. Sometime soon, though." I sighed, then finished with a giggle.
(Part Thirteen)
"What time do I pick up my passes?" I talked quickly into the cell phone. "Come on, Booger, we need to hurry."
I was trying to carry on a conversation with Barbara on my cell phone, carry my backpack, balance a cup of Starbucks and a cigarette in one hand, and hold Booker's hand with the other.
"You can come get them anytime, sweetie. I've got them here at the office."
"Daddy, my feet hurt!" Booker squealed as I drug him along behind me.
"Just a bit farther, buddy." I tried to be cheerful, wanting to scream myself.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, just talking to Booker, Barb. Okay, we'll stop by and grab them on our way home. Thanks, babe!" I clicked the end button on my phone and shoved it in my pocket.
"Daddy! You killin' me!"
Booker, The Drama Queen, folks.
"Where's your daddy, Booger?" I asked, basically to hear myself talk, as I peered into Abercrombie & Fitch.
As I lovingly called it, Frat-ercrombie and Bitch. Booker replied with a huff and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Come on, Booker." I tried to get him to move.
"Nuh uh. I wait here for you." Booker wouldn't be budged.
"Daddy will let you have a sip of his coffee if you keep walking." I tempted him.
Booker weighed his options, then finally smiled.
"Okay!" Booker walked up to me.
"Psyche." I laughed and scooped him up in my arms.
"You mean, daddy." Booker couldn't help but laugh at me as I carried him, my backpack strapped on my back, and a cup of coffee with a smoke in my other hand.
"I know, buddy. But we need to find your daddy." I tried not to say it too loud since we were in a public shopping center.
"Here I am." Brian made me jump as he walked up behind us.
"Jesus!" I squealed and spun around. "Don't do that!"
"Jesus, daddy!" I would have slapped myself in the forehead, but my hands were full.
"Don't repeat daddy, Booker." I moaned.
"Why not?" Booker asked the logical question.
"'Cause he said so." Brian grabbed him under the armpits and tickled him.
"Okay, daddy!" Booker laughed.
"Take the child, baby." I shoved Booker at him and immediately shoved the cigarette in my mouth and took a long drag.
"Look Booker, Daddy's having a nervous breakdown." Brian teased me.
"Shaddup." I put a hand over Booker's mouth as he began to repeat me. "Don't repeat that, either."
"Okay, Daddy." Booker huffed as Brian held him.
"So when do you pick up the passes from Barb?" Brian asked as he followed quickly behind me.
"Anytime."
"What time do you go tonight?" Brian asked as he carried Booker and followed me.
"My arrival time on the red carpet is eight-fifteen." I replied.
"Where you go, daddy?" Booker chimed in.
"I have work to do tonight, buddy." I smiled and ruffled his hair.
"What work?" Booker asked from Brian's arms.
"A premiere."
"Huh?" Booker looked up at Brian, confused.
"He's going to see a movie, buddy." Brian teased.
"That's not work!" Booker corrected me loudly.
"Well, I don't want to go." I explained and tweaked his chin.
"I wanna go."
"You can't go, buddy." I replied quickly as we headed out to the parking lot.
"Why not?"
"It won't be any fun." Brian tried to help me out.
"And you'll be in bed before it's even over." I added.
"I going." Booker stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh are you?" I grabbed him under his arms and tickled him, making him thrash around in laughter while Brian carried him.
"Okay, children. Wait until we get to the car." Brian laughed with us.
Booker and I obeyed Brian, and managed to not get into another tickle match until we got to the car. Right after Brian strapped Booker into the back seat, I had to reach in and tickle him quickly under one arm.
"Stop daddy!" Booker laughed loudly, then was silenced by Brian closing the door.
"Why don't you take him with you?" Brian turned to me as soon as the door was closed.
"Why would I?" I shook my head and walked around to the driver's side of the car.
"You should. I mean, everyone in the world knows about him already, but you are determined to keep him a secret." Brian shook his head back.
"Some things are better left a secret." I gave Brian 'the eyes'.
"You and I are a secret, and that's a good decision. But Booker can't comprehend why he's a secret."
"He doesn't know he is, baby."
"You don't know that. Don't you think he'll get suspicious after awhile when you never take him anywhere to meet your other friends or coworkers?"
"Okay, I get your point. But I don't think a retro-spective is the perfect time to unveil him."
"What kind of retrospective is it?"
"The kind that starts at nine o'clock at night." I replied.
"Well, he could stay up just one night." Brian rolled his eyes.
"It's a retrospective of music in movies. They'll have composers and song writers speaking that are nearing a century year old. Very boring shit." I sighed.
"Well, take him to work with you someday."
"Let's discuss this later. I'm getting tired of standing out here and having everyone walking by staring at us." I shifted my eyes in the direction of a mother and daughter that were standing twenty feet away, pointing and whispering.
"Okay, okay. Let's get home." Brian gave me a smile and slid into the passenger side of the car.
I wasn't lucky enough to get into the car. The mother and daugher duo screamed shrilly and came running at me. I closed the driver's side door slowly and turned to smile at them.
"Matt!!!!!!" The daughter screamed as she ran up and threw herself on me, pinning me against the car.
"He-hello." I grunted out and managed my best 'actor-laugh'.
"Oh my god!" The mother squealed as she ran up to us.
"Can I have your autograph??" The girl looked up at me, but kept her death grip on me.
"Sure. But, um, you'll have to let go of my arms." I tried to smile.
"Oh, yeah!" She laughed at herself then pulled away. "Mom, give me a pen and paper!"
Her mother fished around in her purse quickly and nervously and finally shoved a small spiral notebook at me. I smiled at them as they giggled with red cheeks. When I opened the small spiral I noticed it was usually used as a grocery list. Apparently one of the two women needed hair dye and Monistat-7. Also, they needed a DiGiornio's Frozen Pizza. Apparently they were going to celebrate doing their roots and getting rid of their yeast infections with a self-rising crust pizza. That's the way I always did it.
"Here ya' go." I smiled widely as I signed the notebook and handed it back.
"Oh thank you!" The mother took her turn throwing herself on me for a hug, followed by her daughter, then they were gone.
I waved as they walked away giggling and reading the autograph, then slid into the driver's seat of the car. Brian was trying not to bust out laughing as I glared at him.
"It's not funny!" I couldn't help but smile.
"Right, I forgot." Brian put on his best 'straight' face, only making me want to laugh more.
"Daddy, why that girl attack you?" Booker cocked his head to the side.
"She didn't attack me, buddy." I laughed.
"She jump on you." Booker didn't realize he had a celebrity for a father.
"Well, she just wanted to meet me."
"What you write on?"
"She wanted my name on her paper." I replied, not knowing how to explain to a child that some people thought I was special.
"Why?" Booker asked like it was absurd.
"You'll understand some day."
Booker didn't reply, so I figured that was good enough for him. Brian giggled to himself as I started the car, finally pulling out of the parking space and heading home.
(Part Fourteen)
"You know, since Mouline Rouge did so well, we're working on a musical over at Miramax." Harvey Weinstein winked at me over his martini.
"That's great. I bet it'll be wonderful." I replied, sipping on my gin and tonic.
Thank God the drink selection at this event was better than the last one. They actually had food this time, too.
"We really want you to come check it out and let us talk to you about it."
"You'd be great in it." One of his lackeys followed up.
"I really don't think a musical is quite my thing." I gave a jovial laugh.
"Why not?" Harvey looked astonished.
"Well, I'm not much of a singer." I winked.
"Oh, well that's just a minor set back. We can do something about that."
"I'm really flattered you thought of me, but I'd have to pass on it. If I happen to learn how to sing, I'll let you know." I made both of the men chuckle as I excused myself and walked over to the bar where Barbara had planted herself.
Barbara hardly ever mingled at these things. I couldn't ever figure out why she came. They did have free booze and food, so that was more than likely why. I snuck up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Need another drink?" Barbara asked me over her shoulder as she shook her glass at the bartender.
"Don't get too loaded. That would not be very cute." I teased.
"Yeah, well I feel they owe me as many free drinks as I want." Barb replied with a smile.
"Harvey Weinstein just offered me a role in the new Miramax musical." I stated, not really putting much feeling into it.
"How much?"
"I didn't even ask, I just turned him down." I replied, taking the last gulp of my drink.
"Why on Earth would you do that?" Barb didn't seem real interested.
"I'm an actor, not a singer, basically." I replied and handed my drink to the bartender as he walked up.
"Well, you need to broaden your horizens, Matt." Barbara scoffed at my excuse.
"You need to drink more." I scoffed.
"Wellllll, someone's being cunty tonight." Barbara snorted.
"Excuse me?" I heard a male voice to my right, and flinched.
"I'm sorry, Barbara is always a bit..." I turned slowly to see who had spoken.
"Well, if it isn't Matt Thompson." Rupert Everett stopped me in mid-sentence with a wide, genuine smile.
"And if it isn't Rupert Everett." I smiled back.
"I wondered when I would get to meet you." Rupert extended his hand to me.
"Same here." I took his hand and shook it firmly.
"It's good to finally meet you. Especially good since Harvey told me that I might be working with you in the near future." Rupert stated in his English 'make you melt' accent.
"Is that so?" I stated, maybe a bit too playfully.
"Actually, I was hoping he wasn't just getting my hopes up."
"Well, we wouldn't want Harvey getting your hopes up over nothing would we?" I replied, as coyly as possible.
"No, we wouldn't would we? Listen, why don't you join me?" Rupert swiped his hand towards the crowd of stars and socialites.
"Sure, let me just get my drink." I replied and turned to Barb and the bartender.
"Well, I must join Rupert in mingling." I sang lightly.
"He's forty-threeeeeee and gaaaay." Barb sang back playfully.
"So what?"
"Brian will kill you."
"Oh please. I'm not gonna fuck the man. But what gay man would turn down a chance to hang out with Mr. Rupert?" I replied.
"And Madonna?" Barb motioned over her shoulder at Rupert raising one finger towards the crowd.
I looked across the crowd and finally saw Madonna in a pack full of people, motioning to Rupert to come join her.
"Well, that too." I laughed.
"You don't seem the least bit nervous." Barb looked stunned.
"Oh please, they're just people."
"The Matt I knew three years ago would be flipping out."
"Well that Matt didn't know how to network." I smiled proudly and grabbed my drink from the bartender. "Don't wait up."
"Work it, boy." Barbara laughed lowly.
"Are you ready?" Rupert smiled again at me as I walked up.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I replied and followed him thru the crowd, drink held over my head as to not spill it.
"Madonna! Over here!"
"Madonna! Madonna! Just a few words!"
"Oh my God, it's Madonna!"
I clenched my teeth as the thundering noise of reporters and fans screaming rung thru the night air. Madonna, Rupert and I were shoved together like a celebrity sandwhich and were being shoved thru the crowd outside to a limo waiting on us. People were shoving their arms at us, trying to touch us, get us to touch them back, and rip items of clothing off of us. I tried not to slap hands away from me, since it would probably end up front page news. It wasn't really a nice thing to do, anyway.
Finally, the three of us were pushed thru the open limo door as quickly as possible, then the door slammed behind Madonna, who was the last in. Madonna and Rupert didn't seem like they noticed we had just been almost mobbed to death. I, on the other hand, was exasperated.
"I'll never get used to that." I replied as I situated myself in my seat opposite Madonna in the limo. Rupert sat to my right. He smiled warmly at me as I twisted and turned in my seat until I was comfortable.
"It is a bit much, isn't it?" Rupert replied.
"After twenty odd years, I've grown accustomed to it." Madonna stated.
"Well, maybe in twenty years it won't faze me as much." I smiled back.
"Are you coming out with us?" Rupert turned to where he had his left leg up on the seat, facing me.
"Coming out where?" I asked the natural question.
"We're going to The Viper Room." Madonna answered for him, a gleam of mischieviousness in her eye.
"I've never been, but Madonner says it is not completely horrid." I smiled at Rupert's pronunciation of his friend's name.
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea." I glanced down at my wrist watch.
"Sure. It'll be brilliant." Rupert laid a hand on my knee.
I only gave a moment's pause to look down at his hand.
"No, I should really be getting home. I have," I didn't know how to word it, "people waiting on me."
"What kind of people would be waiting at midnight?" Madonna cocked an eyebrow.
"The kind that don't like to be kept waiting." I replied with a mischievious wink.
"Well, fine. But you'll have to call us in the next week and come out with us." Rupert sighed. "Where shall I tell the driver to deliver you?"
After I gave Rupert directions to my house, he rolled down the dividing window between us and the driver and gave the directions quickly. Rupert rolled the window back up and got on his knees on the floor of the limo.
"Shall we have a drink on the way?" Rupert smiled at me evily as he opened the door to the mini-bar.
(Part Fifteen)
"Daddy." I heard the whisper in my ear.
I groaned a bit, but stayed where I was, not wanting to lift a single part of my body.
"Daddy, I wanna sweep with you. Daddy!" Booker started to get louder.
"What do you want, buddy?" I groaned and rolled over to face him, my back now to Brian.
"I wanna sweep with you." Booker sighed, completely exasperated.
I didn't answer, I just lifted the covers and let Booker hop into bed next to me. As Booker situated himself under the covers, I glanced at the clock and realized I had just crawled into bed a half hour ago, myself. It was four in the morning. Booker, as he always did, backed up against me, putting his butt against my stomach.
"Hold me, daddy." Booker whined.
"Okay, buddy." I tried to sound cheerful as I wrapped an aching arm around his small frame and held him close to me.
"You stink daddy." Booker sighed, not too far from sleep.
"I stink?" I laughed lowly.
"You smokey." Booker replied.
"I'm sorry, buddy."
I had smoked alot that night. Being in a crowded club sure didn't help either. Hell, it was L.A., but somehow people still managed to smoke up a storm. All the smells associated with partying always seemed to permeate your skin.
"I'll get a shower in the morning." I replied, knowing well and good morning was not too far away.
"Okay, daddy." Booker sounded like he was two seconds from passing out.
Not that I was upset.
"Daddy, I need sugar!" Booker squealed, splitting my head in two.
"I think your Cocoa Pebbles are sweet enough without it, buddy." I groaned, needing my coffee.
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh." I replied as childishly as possible.
"Daddy!"
"Just eat your cereal, Booger." I ruffled his hair with a smile and quickly made my way to the coffee pot.
I poured myself a huge serving of coffee into my "Grumpy The Dwarf" mug I had bought in Anaheim, threw in a healthy amount of sugar and cream, then sat down across from Booker at the table. Booker was chowing down the cereal. You'd think I never fed the kid the way he could eat his Pebbles.
"Daddy?" Booker rested his spoon on the side of his bowl and looked up at me, his cheeks full.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Booker."
Booker made a big show of chewing up his cereal, then swallowing it grandly, making me chuckle.
"Okay, Daddy!" Booker rolled his eyes.
"That's better. What's up, buddy?"
"Why Daddy mad?"
"Huh?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Daddy was mad." Booker replied, and picked up his spoon again.
"Did you misbehave last night while I was gone?" I had a feeling I was going to have to punish Booker.
"No." Booker rolled his eyes again, then took another bite.
"Then why would he be mad?"
"That's what I ask you!" Booker was getting frustrated at my ignorance of the situation.
"Buddy, I don't know why Daddy was mad. Maybe he was tired." I really didn't have the first clue.
Booker sorta rolled his shoulders at that, and concentrated on his cereal. I figured Booker acted like JoJo the Circus Monkey all night long and just didn't want to admit it to me. That's probably why Brian decided to sleep in while I got up with Booker to make breakfast.
"Want bite, daddy?" Booker held a spoon full of cereal out to me.
I didn't answer, I just bent down and took the bite of cereal off the spoon. As soon as I was chewing, Booker was digging into the bowl for another bite for himself. The cereal was way too sweet for me. It made my teeth ache. The only thing I liked that sweet was my coffee. I managed to chew it up and swallow it, though.
"That was pretty good." I teased Booker by grabbing his bowl and trying to pull it towards myself.
"No, daddy! That's mine!" Booker squealed with a laugh.
"Oh fine, be that way." I laughed and let him have his bowl back.
"Good morning, family." Booker and I looked up with smiles on our faces to see a very haggard looking Brian saunter into the kitchen.
Brian went over to the fridge, dragging his feet, grabbed a bottle of Sunny D, and popped it open. Booker took the last bite of his cereal as Brian sat down next to him at the table, across from me.
"Can I go watch 'toons?" Booker looked over at me as he threw his spoon into the bowl.
"Sure. Just keep the volume down so you don't wake up Uncle Nick and A.J., alright?"
"Okay, daddy!" Booker replied, all sugared up.
I laughed out loud as Booker bounded out of the room, going ninety to nothin'.
"Good morning, daddy." I smiled over at Brian.
Immediately I noticed the "fuck you" look. Brian was either unhappy with me, or a serious bug had crawled up his ass and died.
"Good morning." Brian snarled.
I didn't have to be right in front of him to smell the nasty post party night liquor breath he had. I backed up a bit, but managed to keep from making a face.
"Whoa! Did you and Jack have a wrestling match last night or what?" I chuckled.
"What about you?" Brian rolled his eyes.
"No, I mainly had gin. Jack gets too jealous to mingle with the other folks." I replied.
"Well, you were sure out late." Brian stated, but didn't look at me.
"Yeah," I stated slowly, "you do remember me telling you I was going out, right?"
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't think I do. But I need a shower, because apparently Booker thinks I stink." I got up and pushed my chair in.
I took my coffee mug over to the dishwasher and put it in the top rack and closed the door back. Without saying another word, I left the kitchen and walked towards the living room. I found Booker sitting in the big sofa. He was so small, the couch seemed to swallow him.
"Booker, I'm gonna get a shower. Behave for daddy, okay?" I stated.
"Okay." Booker answered in a zombie-like tone.
I smiled to myself and wandered back thru the house into my bedroom. The door clicked closed from the push I had given it when I entered. I sat down on the side of the unmade bed and kicked off my slippers. Quickly I peeled off my t-shirt and threw it to the floor before falling back on the bed.
The ceiling seemed to be very fascinating to me because I didn't want to move. I just wanted to lay there and let my post-party headache pound away. The thick down-comforter under my bare back caressed my body. It made me want to roll over, pull the pillows close to my body and pass back out. I didn't see any point in fighting it. Before long I was laying on my belly, my face on top of a pillow. My bare chest and stomach felt cradled in the soft bed.
If it hadn't been for the door opening, I would have passed out. I didn't move to look at Brian as I heard the door click shut again. I stayed in the same position, breathing slowly, on the verge of sleep taking me over. I sighed gently as I felt a body slowly crawling up on top of me. A knee was placed on either side of my ass, straddling me. I rolled my neck and smiled to myself as two hands grabbed my shoulders and slowly began to massage me.
"Thanks, baby." I sighed again and let his hands do their magic on my back.
More and more, I was getting relaxed. It wasn't the type of relaxed that makes you want to go to sleep. It was the kind of relaxed that made the lower parts of my body start to twitch and waken up. I rolled my hips slightly with a groan, making my ass push up against his already hard crotch.
"Mmmmmm."
"You like that, baby?" The smile on my face was evil, even if he couldn't see it.
"Mmm-Hmmm." He groaned again.
I rolled my hips again, grinding up against him again. This time he pushed back against me. If it hadn't been for both of our boxers, his cock would have entered me. A long, gutteral groan escaped my throat as I felt his hardness press up against me. The pair of hands moved down from my shoulders to the waist band of my boxers.
"Nuh-uh." I brought my hands to my butt and pushed his hands off my boxers. "I want to massage you first."
I said the last bit with a bit of a giggle, then slowly turned, having to manuever a bit to turn between his knees. As soon as I was laying on my back, looking up, I jumped up, almost out from between his legs. The two strong legs held me in place, though.
"Nick! What the fuck are you doing?" I grabbed my chest, startled a bit.
"Just giving you a massage." Nick leered down at me, practically drooling.
"Yeah, well that was enough, now get off me." I stated, suddenly noticing that his hard cock was sticking out of the slit in his boxers.
"Why would I do that?" Nick grinned, then leaned down to bury his head in my neck.
I just laid there. I didn't know if I should push him off me and scream at him, or just let him get his jollies.
"You want to massage me, still?" Nick giggled lowly into my neck as he kissed me.
"I don't think Brian would approve." I sighed, still just laying there.
"You just never know. He might love it."
"I just want to get a shower. I stink." I replied, turning my head away from Nick.
"I don't mind if you stink." Nick grinned at me, then buried his face in my chest, sniffing at me and then slowly licking my chest, as if he were cleaning me up.
I laid there as Nick ran his tongue from the middle of my chest, around my right nipple and up my neck to my ear. I didn't want to want to fuck Nick, but my cock just wouldn't stop responding. The more he licked and kissed me, the harder I got. Nick encircled my ear lobe with his lips and suckled at it like he was trying to draw fluid from it.
"You say you don't want this, but you're as hard as a rock." Nick replied, grabbing my cock thru my boxers and looking at me.
"I'm not going to cheat on Brian." I grabbed Nick's wrist gently and pulled his hand off of me. "And I don't think A.J. would be happy with this, either."
"You just never know." Nick and I looked towards the door to see Brian standing there, looking at us.
Nick grinned over at Brian, then slowly rolled his face back to me, giving me an evil look before burying his face back in my neck.
"How sexy." Brian smiled at me as he walked over to the bed, standing behind Nick and looking down at me.
I just stared up at Brian as he placed one hand gently on Nick's bare back. Nick barely seemed to be distracted from sucking on my neck as Brian ran a hand down the smooth tanned skin to Nick's ass and squeezed it roughly.
"Where's A.J.?" Nick stopped on my neck long enough to ask Brian.
"With Booker." Brian seemed entranced in squeezing Nick's ass thru his boxers.
"What do you two want me to do?" I asked, gritting my teeth together.
"I know what I want." Nick shoved his mouth against mine.
"You want to fuck my mouth?" I grabbed a handful of Nick's hair on the back of his head and jerked back quickly.
Nick sucked air in between his teeth, his eyes closed tight.
"Holy shit." Brian moved a hand down to the front of his boxers and squeezed himself lightly.
"Is that what you want, Nick?" I put my face right in front of his. "You want to stick it in my mouth?"
"Hell yes." Nick groaned, partyly from pain and part from pleasure.
"Is that what you want, Brian?" I looked over Nick's shoulder at Brian, still rubbing himself thru his boxers.
"Oh yeah. I want to see it." Brian replied in a low, growling voice.
"You really want it, Nick?" I licked from Nick's Adam's Apple to his lips, then tightly pressed my lips against his.
Nick just returned my kiss, shoving his tongue deep in my throat. I pushed Nick over, rolling with him, until I was on top, our lips never seperating. Nick hissed thru his teeth as I pulled away and slid down to his chest, taking his right nipple in my mouth, kissing and licking it roughly. Nick grabbed the back of my head and stroked my hair roughly as I slid down even lower to his abs and dipped my tongue in his belly button. I rubbed the side of my face on his stomach like a cat, sniffing at him and rubbing against him roughly.
Brian grabbed my ass and made me move up onto my knees so my butt was sticking out. I kept kissing and licking at Nick's stomach as Brian moved up behind me and rubbed himself against my ass. I could feel his hard cock press against my ass as he groaned from behind me. I moved down and pulled Nick's boxers down as Brian yanked mine down. Nick's cock popped out and slapped against my chin. As soon as I saw that large, hard cock again, my mouth started salivating.
"Put your mouth on my cock, Matt." Nick pushed on the back of my head for emphasis as he leered down at me.
I smiled up at him evily, and lowered my head to his cockhead. Before I took him in my mouth, I reached behind myself and grabbed Brian's hard cock and held it against my asshole. As soon as I felt Brian push into me, I shoved my mouth down on Nick until his cock was buried deep in my throat.
"Oh fuck." Nick groaned slowly as my lips moved down until my nose was in his pubes.
"Oh yeah, baby." Brian joined in, sinking his cock deep into my asshole.
I grunted as Brian pulled out and pushed into me again. Before I could do anything, Nick had grabbed the back of my head and was thrusting into my mouth hard, gagging me on each thrust. Brian saw me getting gagged by Nick's mammoth cock and began thrusting into me harder, too.
"Oh yeah, take all that cock." Nick hissed down at me as he fucked my face as hard as he could with his cock, his balls slapping loudly against my chin.
"Goddamn, you're tight, baby." Brian groaned as he grabbed my hips and kept pounding into my ass.
I reached up and grabbed Nick's balls, squeezing them gently, trying to milk them so I would get a mouthful of cum when the time came. Nick moaned loudly as I squeezed him, looking down at me with nothing but lust in his eyes.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it, Matt?" Nick asked me with hurried breath.
I didn't answer, I just shoved my mouth down harder on him until I couldn't breathe. I began gagging, his cockhead buried deep in my throat. My throat muscles convulsed around his thick cock and milked him for all his cum. It wasn't but a few seconds before I felt his cock convulsing in my mouth, then shot after shot of hot cum began to fill my mouth. Nick groaned loudly as he blew his wad in my mouth, then quickly yanked it out of my mouth and began jacking off in my face.
"Yeah, take it all on your face like a good bitch." Nick laughed to himself as he shot a bigger wad all over my face.
"Holy fuck." Brian groaned before I felt him pull out of my ass.
Before I knew what was happening, Brian was on his knees on the bed, tossing his cock off in my face. I had a split second to realize what he was doing before his cock exploded, covering my face with a second layer of cream. As soon as Brian stopped shooting, Nick grabbed his cock and started smearing the cum into my face. I smiled up at both of them for a few seconds as Nick rubbed his cock on my face with an evil look on his face, then roughly turned Nick over onto his stomach.
I ran my hand from my forehead down to my chin, collecting a good wad of cum. I quickly began to rub it into my erect cock, drooling as I looked at Nick's tight ass.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, Matt." Nick begged.
Brian bent down and pulled Nick's ass apart and buried his face between Nick's cheeks. Nick began writhing around on his stomach as Brian shoved his tongue deep inside him.
"Yeah, get it nice and wet for me, baby." I moaned as I stroked my cock, using their cum as lube.
"He's all ready for you, baby." Brian smiled up at me with a wet face.
I barely gave Brian a chance to get out of my way before I slid the whole length of my cock into Nick, coating his bowels with his and Brian's cum. Nick gave a quick scream of pleasure.
"Here, this'll keep you quiet. Suck on it." Brian slid in front of Nick and rammed his cock into Nick's mouth.
Nick obliged Brian and swallowed his whole cock down to the balls as I pounded away at his ass, making sure to shove my cock as deep as I could into him. Brian smiled evily across at me as he got his cock spit shined and I buried my cock into Nick's asshole. I just stared blankly back at him as I felt my balls beginning to tighten up, closer to my body.
"You ready for it, Nick? You want me to blow in your ass?" I grunted as I continued to pound into him.
"Fill me with cum, Matt. Fill my ass with it."
I did as he said. I thrust a couple more times into him, then held myself deep in him as my cock spit ropes of cum deep inside Nick's ass. I groaned deeply as my cock spilled what seemed like gallons inside him.
"Oh yeah." Nick pulled his mouth off Brian long enough to moan.
"Put it back in your mouth, bitch." Brian grabbed the back of Nick's head and shoved him down roughly on his cock.
I pulled out of Nick's asshole slowly, watching my cum covered cock slowly slide out of him. When the head of my cock was out a small amount of cum trickled out of him and onto the bed. I sighed and collapsed onto Nick's back, my face hanging over his shoulder.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot again." Brian announced a split second before he pulled out and shot another huge load into Nick's face, just a small amount hitting mine.
Nick groaned loudly as his face was practically painted with Brian's cock-juice.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you Nick?" Brian chuckled to himself as he rubbed his cock into Nick's cum covered face.
"I fucking love it." Nick replied before Brian shoved his cock back into his mouth.
"Suck it clean, bitch." Brian stated as Nick slurped on him.
I licked at Nick's cum covered cheek as he cleaned off Brian's hard cock.
"Brian, why don't you go watch Booker now?" I turned to see A.J. standing in the doorway, rubbing the front of his jeans.
"Sure thing, Bone." Brian replied before yanking his cock out of Nick's mouth witha "plop" sound.
"I need to get a blowjob from your boyfriend." A.J. leered at me as Brian slipped his boxers and tee on and left.
Nick and I both rolled over onto our backs as A.J. unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. The head was glistening, wet with precum.
"Open wide, Matt. You're gonna take it all down your throat hard." A.J. stated as he climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest.
(Part Sixteen)
I sat in the big comfy chair, just inside the coffee shop, facing the window. Starbucks was definitely my favorite place at the moment. My first caramel machiatto and blueberry scone had just arrived, making me happier than I ever thought I could be. I had barely taken a sip of my coffee when the chime over the door signaled someone was entering the door. I looked up from my cup of warm coffee to see Rupert standing a few feet away from me, but still looking around for me.
"Over here, Mr. Rupert." I got his attention quickly.
"Oh, there you are." Rupert smiled down at me.
"Have a seat." I waved at the chair across from me that faced away from the window.
"Don't mind if I do." Rupert gave me a mock-cockney American accent, probably meant to make fun of me.
Another sip of my coffee was in order as Rupert removed his jacket, placed it on the back of the chair, then sat down gently. Rupert raised his hand to get the attention of a Starbucks staff member.
"I think you have to order at the counter." I stated simply as I sipped my coffee, not looking up at him.
"Surely not. We're in L.A. and I'm a movie star." Rupert made a dry joke.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that rule." I finally looked up at him and smiled.
"Did you want some coffee?" A young guy, bleached blonde and no more than nineteen walked up.
"Yes. I'd like a Venti Cafe Mocha, extra chocolate. And um, one of those triangle things he's eating there." Rupert pointed at my scone.
"Venti Mocha and a blueberry scone, gotcha. I'll be right back." The boy smiled widely at Rupert, then me.
"So THAT is what American's call a scone." Rupert made another joke as the kid began to walk away.
Rupert watched the young boy walk away with a smile on his face. As soon as the the kid was behind the counter, Rupert turned back to me.
"Definitely a poof." He winked.
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. He smiled too wide at the two of us." Rupert explained to me.
"I should've known." I chuckled and set my cup down.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I don't follow you." I cocked an eyebrow.
"I really did not think you'd call me. Especially not today. I thought you'd either not call at all or wait a couple days."
"Well, I thought it would be nice to have coffee with someone new for once." I replied.
"Ah. Well, Madonner couldn't make it. Starbucks isn't really her thing."
"That's alright. I sorta figured it would be hard for her to just walk into Starbucks without getting mauled." I grinned at the thought.
"True that. So really, why did you call?" Rupert grinned a little too evily for me.
"You men are something else." I rolled my eyes.
"Is that so? Having troubles, are we?" Rupert backed up, as any man worth his salt would have.
"You could say that."
"Man trouble. Well I feel honored that you would share that with me." Rupert replied genuinely, right before the kid showed up with his drink and scone.
I waited silently as the kid set the cup and scone in front of Rupert.
"Just pay whenever you're done." The kid smiled down at Rupert, then looked up at me and quickly winked.
"I'm surrounded by fags." I groaned playfully when the kid was out of ear-shot.
"You're lucky I am a queen or I would be offended." Rupert teased in a voice much higher than his own.
"I'm sorry, I just have a big dilemna here." I explained before picking up my scone. "But I figured since you're lifestyle is pretty similar to mine, you might be a good uninterested party to ask an opinion of."
"Well, I won't say I am uninterested, but I would love to help out." Rupert replied honestly before he popped the plastic top off his cup.
"Good enough. Let me ask you honestly how you feel about monogamy." I asked quickly, then bit into the corner of my scone.
"I assume you are not flirting with me." Rupert's eyes gleamed with mischievousness. "So I will also assume you have a boyfriend."
"Something like that." I replied and folded my hands in my lap, leaning over the table slightly.
"Personally, monogamy is very important to me. Every decent relationship should be built on monogamy. The whole 'look but don't touch' rule is my motto."
"So you'd say it's wrong for yourself and your partner to have sex with a third--and well fourth--person?" I felt ashamed saying it to anyone, let alone someone I just met.
"I can't say it's wrong for other people. It's wrong for me, though. If you're truly committed to another person, whether it male or female, you have to cut out all other people. Sexually, I mean." Rupert replied non-chalantly as he brought his coffee cup to his lips.
"If you tell anyone this, I'll be forced to kill you, ya' know." I began.
Rupert just nodded seriously.
"Well, lately it seems as though my boyfriend feels it's necessary to involve his two best friends in our bedroom. I can say that I've hesitated and fought it for awhile. I mean, my boyfriend was the first guy I've ever had any kind of sex with. When his friends started to get involved, it felt nasty. Then it felt good having had fucked someone else. But now, I feel like a big fucking slut." I said it all in one breath. "Then, if you figure in the fact that I have a small child I have to look after. Well, let's just say I feel like I should be reported to child protective services."
"Breathe, please." Rupert stated calmly without looking up from his coffee. "Is there any sugar over there?"
"Yeah, here." I picked up a couple packets and handed them to him.
"Thank you. They never seem to make this sweet enough for me." Rupert motioned at his coffee.
I waited patiently as Rupert tore the packets open and dumped the sugar into his cup. After what seemed like several minutes of him stirring his coffee, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Well? Aren't you going to advise me here? One gay man to another?" I laughed nervously.
"I don't know what to say. What is good for you? Do you feel like you are doing something wrong? Do you not want to have sex with anyone but your boyfriend?" Rupert talked about the whole situation like it was anything but weird.
"Sometimes. Should I feel bad about it?" I was totally confused.
"I can't tell you that, Matt. But I can tell you this. Alot of parents do things sexually that they prefer their children do not know about. That does not make them bad parents. If they protect their children from it, then they are doing their job." Rupert stopped at that.
I sat back in my chair and stared at him. He just stared back with a smile.
"And that's it?" I asked.
"Basically. You can't expect anyone to have all the answers, especially yourself."
"I guess that's true."
"How old is your son?" Rupert asked, changing the topic.
"He's five."
"How cute. So, is he yours?"
"What do you mean?" My head jerked up suddenly.
"Well, you did say you were gay."
"I didn't say that." I played with him.
"You have a boyfriend then." Rupert didn't seem the least bit frustrated.
"No, he's not mine. He's my sister's." I replied.
"Ah, well atleast I am one of the few to know." Rupert winked at me.
"Yeah, and you better not tell anyone.." I started.
"Or you will kill me, I know."
"Right." I stated simply and just stared back at him.
"You know something?" Rupert crossed his arms and propped them on the table, looking over at me.
"What's that?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"If I were your boyfriend, I would not want to share you with anyone." Rupert stated wistfully.
"Is that so?" I laughed loudly.
"It is."
I just smiled, then grabbed my cup of coffee and downed the last little bit.
"Well, it's been swell, Rupert. But the swelling's gone down now." I teased.
"Going home to the boyfriend?" Rupert asked with a thicker than usual accent.
"And the child, yeah. Thanks for listening to me."
"Make sure to let me know how it all turns out. What you decide." Rupert requested.
"Next time I run into you, I'm sure I'll have some news for you." I gave a small wave and headed for the door.
"Matt?" Rupert stopped me right before I opened the door.
I turned slowly to him, somewhat afraid of what he might have to say.
"Yeah?"
"We are all human. We all make mistakes. I am sure your boyfriend is just as human as the rest of us." Rupert said slowly, then waved me off.
I stood there for a minute, watching him as he went back to eating his scone. I knew what he meant, but it was so much easier to just say Brian was a dick. Mostly, I didn't want to think that Brian just had urges like everyone else. I shook my head as if coming out of a dream, then headed out the door.
(Part Seventeen)
"Daddy! I want to go see Scooby Doo!" Booker came running up and wrapped his arms around my legs as I came in the front door.
"Dang boy, give me a chance to get in the house." I laughed at him.
"I wanna see Scooby!" Booker announced again loudly.
"Okay, okay. We'll go see Scooby." I relented.
"When?" Booker wouldn't give it a rest.
I sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall quickly. It was just after one in the afternoon.
"How about after I eat some lunch and talk to Daddy?" I placed a hand on the top of his head.
"Daddy not here." Booker made it sound like I was a moron for thinking Brian was home.
"Well, where is he?"
"I don't know. Unca Nick and daddy gone. Unca A.J. stay with me." Booker explained and drug me towards the kitchen, probably so I could start eating lunch.
"Hold up, young'un." I stopped him and pulled him up into my arms.
Booker wrapped his legs around my middle and his arms around my neck.
"Scooby Doo, Daddy!" Booker squealed in my face.
"Inside voice, buddy." I winced and carried him into the kitchen, finally sitting him down in one of the chairs at the table.
A.J. was standing at the microwave, obviously waiting on something to heat up. He gave me a smile as I walked over, getting a little too close, but not wanting Booker to hear me.
"Where's my boyfriend?" I asked.
"Those two went shopping." A.J. shrugged.
"Shopping for what?" I kept my teeth locked as I asked again.
"I don't know. They mentioned going to get some videos and stopping by the liquor store." A.J. wiggled his eyebrows at me, obviously thinking he was being cute.
"Right then." I rolled my eyes. "I'm taking Booker to see Scooby Doo."
"Can I come?" A.J. perked up.
"No." I stated simply and walked over to the table. "Come on, Booker."
"We go Scooby Doo, daddy?" Booker practically began bouncing in his seat.
"Yeah, let's go, buddy." I put on my best smile and picked him up out of the chair.
"So, what did you think, sonny boy?" I rested a hand on top of Booker's head as we walked out of the theater together.
"I wanna see it again!" Booker squealed cheerfully.
I couldn't help but give a hearty laugh as we made our way towards the parking lot. Booker had his arms wrapped around his large bag of popcorn, which was only half eaten. For some reason, he decided he needed a large bag of popcorn. I knew he wouldn't eat all of it, but thought I may as well let him get what he wanted. However, I had gotten my own large bag and had eaten it all, plus drank all my large coke, then managed to eat a box of Milk Duds. Hunger does strange things to us.
"I wish daddy came." Booker sighed.
"Me too, buddy." I replied, not really lying.
"We go home now?" Booker looked up at me.
"Yeah, if you want."
"Uh huh, daddy." He gave a simple answer.
I didn't answer, I just held a hand to his back, having to bend over slighly to do it. Booker just let me lead him towards the car, still cradling his popcorn like it was in danger of being stolen away. When we got to the car and I was digging for my keys in my pocket, I got a brilliant idea.
"How 'bout some ice cream?" I looked down at Booker.
"Yeah, daddy!" Booker giggled.
"What kind do we want?" I suddenly realized I wasn't finding my keys.
"I want chocolate!" Obviously the child knew what he liked.
"Hmmm, I think your old man wants some Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough." I was cursing myself in my head.
I was going to have to call Brian to bail me out. He was the only other person with a set of keys to my car. You'd think with as much money as you shell out for an Mercedes, it would have one of those keypad thingies on the door. Just in case you were an idiot that locked them in the car. Yeah, like me.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Booker suddenly realized we were not entering the car.
"Well, I think we're going to have to call Brian." I sighed and pulled my hands out of my pockets.
"Who?"
"Daddy." I laughed.
"Oh." Booker looked thoughtful for a moment. "Why?"
"Well, I locked my keys in the car."
"Good one, daddy." Booker rolled his eyes.
I laughed loudly.
"Whoever teaches you these things is going to get a visit from your daddy." I ruffled his hair and reached back into my pocket to grab my cell phone.
Booker was still holding on tightly to my back as Brian and Nick pulled up ten feet away. Brian had a smirk on his face and Nick was smiling wide. I didn't like either of their looks. I slowly let Booker off my back as A.J. parked his car in an empty spot several car lengths away. I stood there and waited with Booker holding my hand as Brian came strolling up.
"Hi, daddy." Booker looked exhausted from standing in the heat with me.
"Hey, buddy." Brian smiled at him for a second, then looked up at me.
He didn't exactly say "fuck you", but it looked like he wanted to.
"Why don't you run down and sit in the car with Uncle Nick, Booker?" I gave him a slight push on the back.
"Okay, daddy! It's hot out here!" Booker pretended to faint, making me chuckle.
I waited until I saw that Booker had climbed into the passenger seat of A.J.'s car before I even turned my eyes to Brian.
"What?" I snarled.
"What do you mean, 'what'??" Brian growled back.
"What is your problem?" I asked the obvious question.
"A.J. said you were fucking rude to him before you and Booker left the house." Brian stated lowly, as if speaking from his stomach.
"So what? Where's my keys?" I held my hand out.
"Why the fuck were you rude to him? What's going on with you lately??" Brian raised his voice slightly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You've been fucking testy lately."
"So what? I dont' exactly see you being Mister Pleasant, either. One minute you're proposing to me, the next you're encouraging me to suck your friend's dick." I blurted it out.
I had said it loud enough that I really hoped there weren't people getting into their cars nearby.
"Oh, so that's how it is now." Brian squinted his eyes.
"Just give me my keys." I shook my head.
"I'll give them to you when I feel like it." Brian was testing me.
"You'll give them to me now." I stated firmly.
"Not until we finish talking."
"Listen, I promised Booker I'd take him for ice cream, we'll talk about it later."
"No, we'll talk about it now. Apparently, you think there's something wrong with you and me and you're just not telling me." Brian rolled his eyes.
"I think there's alot wrong right now, but I don't want to get into it in the middle of a fucking megaplex parking lot." I spoke low and evenly this time.
"I can't think of a better time."
"What the hell do you want to talk about?" I sighed.
"The fact that you seem to think it's okay to have sex with A.J. and Nick when you're in the moment, then afterwards you feel all guilty and take it out on us."
"I don't see you trying to stop me when we do it." I replied and folded my arms over my chest, leaning back against the car.
"Why should I? It's hot." Brian shrugged as if it were nothing.
"Yeah, it is. But it's not right, and it's gonna end." I snapped back.
"Fine." Brian replied, very agreeable all the sudden.
"Good. We agree, now give me my keys." I held my hand out.
Brian leaned forward and put a hand on either side of me, against the car. Brian got close enough that his mouth was right next to my ear before he said anything.
"I saw pictures of you and Rupert in the paper." He hissed softly in my ear.
"So what?" I tried to pull my head away, but Brian took his left hand and pushed my head back towards his mouth and held it there.
"Why didn't you tell me you had something going on with him?" Brian asked seductively.
"Because I don't." I suddenly felt cold with Brian's hand and arm on me.
"Yeah, right." Brian pulled back.
"Give me my fucking keys, Brian." It rumbled out of my throat.
"No."
I just stared at him. I really wanted to punch him in the face and tell the cops it was a drive my slapping.
"Next time you're sucking Rupert's dick, think of Nick, A.J. and me." Brian gave me the ugliest look he could muster.
"Just give me my keys now, Brian."
"No, I don't want to."
"Fine."
Before I even had a chance to think it out, I had turned around, and kicked out with my right leg. I didn't realize what I was doing until the bottom of my Skechers connected with the window. There was a slight resistance, but then the glass gave way. My foot smashed right through the back window on the passenger side of my car. Immediately the alarm started going off. Quickly, I leaned through the window, trying to avoid any glass. I grabbed my backpack out of the backseat and found the keys in the front slip pocket. One click and I had the alarm turned off.
"Car's open now." I turned to Brian with my keys in my hand.
Brian's mouth was hung so far open I thought it would stick that way.
"I'm going to get Booker, then we're out of here." I shoved Brian with my shoulder since he hadn't made an effort to get out of my way.
(Part Eighteen)
"I think you've got more ice cream on your shirt than you did in your mouth." I smiled sleepily as I wiped Booker's mouth with a wipey.
"Nuh-uh, daddy." Booker tried to move his mouth away from me.
"Hey, boy." I laughed, then finished wiping his mouth. "Why don't you go put your PJ's on?"
"You gotta help me." Booker whined.
"I think you can get them on yourself." I teased him by pointing him in the direction of his bedroom and slapping his butt lightly.
"Okay." He didn't seem too enthusiastic. "Daddy?"
I looked up to see Booker turn to look at me.
"Yeah, buddy?" I didn't move from my position of kneeling by the bathtub.
"When Daddy coming home?"
"I don't know." I couldn't think of anything encouraging to say.
Booker's eyes looked watery.
"Go get your PJ's on buddy. Then you can get into my bed if you want." I smiled, still kneeling on the tile floor.
Booker gave a wide grin then darted towards his room to put his PJ's on.
I stayed kneeling by the tub, meditating more or less. I waited 'til I heard Booker enter his bedroom. He made a ruckus that led me to believe he was opening his dresser drawers and getting his pajamas on. A few seconds later, his bedroom door slammed and I heard the door to my room open.
"I go to bed now, Daddy!" Booker announced loudly.
"Aight, buddy." I answered.
The bed made the usual "creaking" noises it makes when someone climbs on. Finally, I realized I couldn't stay kneeling in Booker's bathroom. It was hard pulling myself up. My knees had become accustomed to the position I was in, so they didn't seem to want to straighten out. The sink made an excellent leaning post as I latched on and straightened myself up.
The bathroom didn't take too long to clean up. I actually managed to get Booker to stand in the tub while I dried him off. So this time, there wasn't a huge puddle of water in the middle of the tiled floor. After everything was cleaned up, I grabbed up all the dirty articles of clothing, dirty towels, and headed to the laundry room.
I couldn't help but notice how quiet the house seemed with Booker asleep and the guys gone. I tried not to let it bother me too much as I started seperating clothes on top of the dryer. I threw all the blue jeans into the washer, before realizing atleast a third of them belonged to Brian. Blue jeans shouldn't make you cry, I thought to myself as I looked down into the full washing machine. Somehow I managed to start the load of wash without letting myself crack up.
After the load of clothes was started, I went to the kitchen and found a Heinneken in the fridge. It wasn't long before I had the cap popped off and was sitting at the kitchen table. I just stared at the bottle in front of me, wondering what Booker was going to do when Brian didn't come home. I knew he was going to throw a fit, and be highly upset. I didn't know if Booker not being around would affect Brian, though. The front door slowly creaked open, signaling that I didn't have to wait long to find out what would happen.
I heard three voices--the guys had finally come home. Nick and A.J. must have headed back to their bedroom because I heard footsteps heading down the hallway towards the back of the house. Patiently, I took a sip of my beer. Brian finally sauntered into the kitchen, looking around quickly before finding me at the table.
"Sorry I came home so late." He stated lowly.
"It's only nine o'clock."
"Well...you know what I mean."
"Yeah." I let the bottle of beer roll around in my hand, playing with it somewhat as I avoided eye contact.
"I'm sorry." Brian stated simply and came to sit next to me at the table.
"For what?" I propped my head in my hand, elbow balanced on the table, and turned my head to look at him.
"Everything, I guess. I didn't know you hated having sex with the guys so much. Maybe I thought you liked it, too."
"I didn't hate it." I didn't lie.
"I thought things were okay. I mean, ever since Booker came around, we don't have sex as much as we used to..."
"I know."
"So, it was pretty cool when we started involving the guys. Atleast when we had sex, it was kinky as hell and hotter than hell." Brian gave a slight grin as he looked back at me.
I didn't really answer, I just nodded.
"I'm just sorry that things are going as badly as they are." Brian stated succinctly.
"Me, too."
We sat there in silence for a moment, Brian and I taking turns sipping on the beer.
"What are we going to do?" I asked finally, after taking the last sip of the beer.
"I don't know." Brian got up and chunked the empty bottle in the trash, then quickly retrieved us another.
"We can't keep doing this. I love you Brian, I don't want to hate you for something stupid."
"You hate me?" Brian asked, as if not shocked, and gave me my beer as he sat down.
I took a heavy gulp of my beer, "Yeah."
"I hate you, too. Sometimes." Brian replied. "But I love you."
"I hate you more."
"Not possible. I hate you this much." Brian opened his arms wide.
We looked at each other and cracked small smiles, then went back to our beers.
"I don't want to hate you, though." I offered.
"Same here. I love you a little too much for that." Brian agreed.
"So, what do we do?" I pushed the subject.
"Well, we've obviously gotta sort out our sex life."
"Ya' think?" I smiled with him.
"And we have to be better parents." Brian stated forcifully.
"Right on, sister." I nudged him in the side.
Brian just grinned at me for a second, then pulled me over until I had my head laid on his shoulder.
"Well, I know it's okay for our sex life for me to make love to you." Brian stated. "But would it make us bad parents if we did it right here and now?"
"Mmmmmm, I don't know. I'll have to consult the hand book."
"Let's just take a risk." Brian suggested.
"No."
"Why not?"
"'Cause I still hate you." I teased.
"Well, I still hate you more."
"I hate you soooooo much that....."
I didn't have time to finish my sentence. Brian smothered my mouth with his and forcifully shoved his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his head and held him on my mouth roughly, shoving my tongue back at him. Brian let go of my head to rip his shirt off quickly, buttons flying as we kissed. My hands quickly went to his chest, playing over his smooth pecs and stomach before pinching his nipples.
"You know what else might help our sex life?" Brian pulled his mouth away, but let a hand slip between my legs.
"What's that?" I jerked slighly as his hand connected with my crotch.
"If you were a little more kinky when it's just the two of us. I know you can do it. I'm seen you do it with the guys." Brian gave me an evil look.
"What kind of kinky?" I asked before lowering my mouth to his bare neck.
"Oh shit." Brian hissed as I sucked and bit at his neck. "I love it when you talk nasty to me, baby. I love it when you get yourself lost in the moment."
"Oh really?" I peered up from his neck as my hands went for the button of his pants.
"Oh, definitely." Brian smiled again.
"Well, I'll see what I can do. What else can I do to turn you on, sexy?" I asked as the button on his khakis came undone.
"I love it when you, um, take it on your face." Brian blushed somewhat.
"What else?" I dropped my mouth to his right nipple and nibbled at it.
"Mmm, I love it when you make alot of noise when I fuck you. When you beg for me to do it harder."
"Is that all?" I smiled to myself as I kept my face buried in his chest.
Brian paused for a moment as got his chest wet with spit.
"I wouldn't mind it if you rimmed me." Brian stated slowly.
I looked up at him, "Don't push your luck, mister."
"I was teasing." Brian started to laugh.
I stood up and straddled Brian's lap, dropping myself onto the hard bulge in his pants.
"You won't be laughing so hard when you're ramming your fat cock down my throat." I moved my face right infront of his as I said it.
"Oh shit." Brian rolled his hips, but kept his eyes on mine.
"You like that, baby?" I asked.
"Oh yeah."
"Then I bet you'd like to hear about how I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock 'til your balls slap my chin. Then you can pull it out and cover my face in cum." I leaned in and sucked on his bottom lip, quickly pulling away.
"Damn, baby." Brian couldn't help but grin, but kept pumping his hips up to rub against my ass.
"Then you can rub it in with your fat cock. Then make me suck your cock clean."
"Are you trying to get me to ejaculate prematurely?" Brian groaned.
I couldn't help but tilt my head back and give a laugh.
"I definitely want to do everything you just said, baby." Brian replied as I lowered my head to look at him again.
"Well, let's not fuck around then." I shoved my hands into his pants and grabbed his hard cock.
"Daddy?" I had to almost turn my head all the way around to see Booker standing behind us.
Brian's eyes got wide as he stared up at me, scared to death.
"Yeah, buddy?" I quickly took my hands out of Brian's pants.
"I want you sweep with me." Booker sounded groggy.
"I'll be there in a bit, buddy. Go back to bed and go to sleep." I tried not to sound shaky.
Brian and I just stared at each other as I heard Booker go back thru the house towards bed.
"It's okay, baby." Brian smiled half-heartedly and stroked my face.
"No, I want..."
"It's okay."
"Listen, buddy." I grabbed Brian by the collar of his shirt playfully. "I want your cock in my mouth, and I want it now."
"Well, since you put it that way..." Brian smiled as I slid off his lap to my knees in front of him.
(Epilogue)
"What do you mean, they've shelved the moview?" I sat up quickly in the chair in front of Barbara's desk.
"They showed what was done on the movie to the powers that be, and well..." Barb sat down, giving me a compassionate look.
"They're shelving my fucking movie?!?!?!" I squealed.
Barb just looked uncomfortable.
"Do I get to keep the money?" I asked quickly.
"Yes. Everyone will keep the money the studio is legally obligated to pay them."
"Did Clinnon freak?"
"Well, to put it bluntly, he threatened to castrate Bob."
"Good for him." I slammed my fist down on the front of Barb's desk.
"Well, I don't think he'll be working with Bob anytime soon, Matt."
"Good for him again." I replied indignantly.
"Matt, this doesn't look good for you."
I moved up closer to her desk.
"What? Just 'cause I had one movie shelved?"
"Careers have been sunk for less."
"My career isn't sunk."
"Matt, you haven't had a movie out in over a year and a half. I don't even know if anyone cares anymore."
"I can't even fucking believe my manager is saying this to me." I spat.
"Matt, I'm just telling you the truth."
"That's alright, Barb. If I want the truth, I'll talk to someone with some tact. You know, for the last year all you could tell me is that I'm doomed. My career is poof. Well, maybe you're just getting washed up."
"It's not my fault." Barb moved closer, as well.
"Maybe not. But I can't remember the last time you actually did something that made it worth paying you ten percent of my earnings. When WAS the last time you did some work for me? I mean, who are you managing now that is more important than 'your favorite client'." I threw Barb's favorite phrase in her face.
Barb sunk back in her chair.
"I see how it is." I stated slowly. "Well, you know what, if you can do it, I can do it better."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Barb looked shocked.
"If you can't manage me, I will. If you can't get me publicity, I'm create it. I don't need to pay you ten percent to sit on your ass and tell me my career is over."
"What are you saying."
"I'm saying your career is over. Your career as my manager is fucking over. Consider yourself fired." I stood up. "I know my way out, so don't bother getting up."
Okay, so I was pissed. I'm sure anyone within ear shot would have known from the way I opened the door, slamming it into the wall.
TO BE CONTINUED....(Hopefully in less than five months)
To Aaron: I told you that you'd get hooked. Put THAT in your pipe and smoke it. insert evil laugh here