After Yonni had left, Brian and Justin were whirling at the information they had received. It meant changes. Lots of changes. Their eyes locked and in that look they both got closer needing more contact. They needed to feel something else, not this overwhelming drowning feeling. It wasn’t Sarai that was the problem. Sarai was already family. It was all the other stuff and obligations. A part of them were thrilled for the foundations in their name, yet it would mean a whole change in their priorities concerning business. Brian knew that he would have to make an appearance at the new business and oversee the development of the foundations and how they were presented to the public. Thank God, he was an ad man. They had been blown away from the will, now they needed each other to reassure themselves that their world was intact, was real, and that this was not a dream. In essence, they needed a reality check and what better way then to prove they were alive.

After letting Yonni out, Justin brought the wheelchair close to Brian but Brian shook his head. So they had sat on the sofa together, inching ever closer. Soon their foreheads were touching. It was Justin who pulled his partner closer to him so that they could kiss. At first the kiss was tender and tentative, but soon it was gaining in passion, a passion building due to the contents of the will and the emotions they felt and yet were not sure of feeling. The kiss became demanding, like they were in need to devour each other, to feel whole and safe. Their hands were entangling in each other’s hair as they kissed and kissed trying to go further into each other but soon kissing was not enough. Yet, losing contact was not an option. They both yearned for the privacy of the bedroom but the calling of their need was stronger. Clothes felt like a ton of ants were crawling over them. They needed to be free of confinement. Brian lifted Justin’s shirt over his head, breaking contact briefly and then Justin did the same for Brian but pulling off his pants. Brian didn’t have underwear as usual. As Justin pulled off his own pants, etc., Brian pulled off his buttoned shirt. Now the need was stronger seeing Justin before him naked, fully functional, and in his glory. Brian sucked in breath. He still could not believe how attracted and turned on he was to Justin after all these years. He had been so wrong. Love was not bullshit. Love made everything special if you truly had your own soulmate and he knew he had found his.

Tears threatened to fall at the thought. With the tears was a smile. He knew his emotions were mixed with everything that had happened today. They were extremely rich now. They had been multimillionaires but they never dreamed of this much money and responsibility. They had yet to find out that with all the new responsibilities they would get a share of the profits as would Sarai. They also were given shares large shares in the company so that between Sarai, Justin, and Brian they would hold the controlling shares. They had fifty-three percent of the company. So much responsibility to take on when all he wanted was to get well and paint. Those were his top priorities.

At the same time that Brian and Justin were getting it on, Lindsay was confronting Mel yet again. Lindsay tried to keep her voice low because of J.R. “Mel, I can’t tell you anything that went on between Brian and me. I promised. I have to honor that promise.”

“You put that asshole before me! You pick him over me. We aren’t supposed to hold any secrets from each other. You tell me now!”

“No! This doesn’t concern you in any way. It doesn’t even concern Gus. All I can say is that our time was cut short. I still have to talk to him about Gus and some other things. I got there late and I needed to leave too soon.”

“Don’t you mean he had to leave so he could get his dick sucked?”

“For your information, you don’t know Brian at all. He has changed. He has changed a lot and don’t you ever put him down in front of me or Gus or Jennie again. I know Brian and always have known Brian and you have never tried. Maybe because you two were so much alike.”

“Don’t compare me to that asshole?” Mel demanded.

“I will do what I wish. Brian has always been a good father, caring, and loving. We have never wanted for anything when it came to Gus, but we, you and I, were the ones that disappointed and left our son wanting for as Mothers, we denied what was and who was our son. I believed you and denied what I saw. It was I who didn’t allow myself to see the similarities of Gus’ work and that of BJ Love and we lost millions of dollars in the garbage because you threw them out each morning. You have always favored Jennie.”

“I don’t favor Jennie.”

“Sure you do. Her drawings stay up on the fridge. She is your born daughter and of course, she means a lot to you especially since she was the miracle you never thought you could have. Maybe, if I had had a longer time to peruse them I would have seen it. I am so glad he stopped painting over here because even if he wasn’t a painter his work shouldn’t have been thrown out like that. As mothers we should have kept a file folder and showed our pride. Saying ‘that’s nice honey’ and then throwing it in the garbage sometimes in front of him is not what mothers should do.”

“You telling me I am not a good mother…”

“If the shoe fits…look I am not a good mother in that sense either because I allowed it. We should have kept a picture up on the refrigerator until another replaced it. Actions speak louder than words. Brian is right about that. Brian is right about a lot of things.”

“Brian! Brian! BRIAN! Always Brian. You always try to defend him. He is an asshole and he will never change.”

“Oh, you are so wrong about that.”

“You’ve always been in love with him. If he changed so much why don’t you go to him?” Mel bellowed waking up Jenny R.

“Maybe, I just might do that. Maybe then, I will have some piece. Maybe then, I can mend my relationship with my son. Maybe then, I can indeed get to know the new Brian.”

“You would choose Brian over me?” Mel was incredulous.

“No, I would be choosing my son over you and if I get to know Brian again then that is the cherry on the sundae. You have never been willing to see who Brian was. Well now, you have a choice to make. If you want me back you will choose to stop knocking Brian, be civil, and decide to accept our son for who he is. I miss him here. I understand why he had to leave. I am going to him. End of discussion.”

“No, you are going to Brian. Be honest.”

Lindsay ignored Mel, gathered herself up and went upstairs grabbed a suitcase from the closet and started packing. She didn’t know where to go but she knew she couldn’t stay there another moment. She was tired of this argument being repeated over and over. She would come back for the rest of her things later. Right now, she felt like she was suffocating. She hurried up getting dressed because she had been in a nightgown and packed for a few days. She wasn’t sure where to go. She really didn’t know where Brian and Justin lived. She plotzed down in her car and put her head on her hands on the steering wheel. Soft sobs racked her body. After all these years, she had walked out. She knew she would never reconcile. She had been fighting this battle long enough. She had Gus to think about and he didn’t feel at home at that house. He had grown to despise Mel, calling Mel by her name instead of Mommy. How could he, he had no respect for her. Why hadn’t she allowed herself to see the truth sooner? Lindsay figured she would get a hotel room if she couldn’t find out how to get to Gus. The only thing she knew was that café that she had met him at. Maybe they frequented it and maybe someone would know how to contact them. She wiped her eyes, blew her nose and turned on the ignition. She was off to a new life. Somehow she knew that once she had made this decision, she would not be alone. More than that, she knew in time, she would mend some bridges, but it was on her to do so. After all, she was the one that hurt the others. It would take time.

Mel watched silently from the window. She never thought that Lindsay would take her up on it. She never had before. Tears were streaming down her eyes when Lindsay drove down the driveway. She had expected it to just be a show and she would come back in the house after a bit. What had been so different, she wondered. Why Now? She turned to go to the bedroom and realized for the first time that it would be empty. She shuddered and went to get some coffee. She was not going to be going to bed anytime soon. Her mind started to replay the whole argument again.

Deb was working her shift at the dinner at this time as well. Michael had let himself in and had gone over to the phone and the caller ID only to find that the caller ID was no longer there. He screamed, “MAAAAAAA!” He was frustrated. He looked in drawers nearby to see if she had put it someplace or at least the phone number. No such luck. He stormed out. He couldn’t even find the caller ID box and that made him angrier than the fires of hell could.

Michael next stormed into the diner looking for his mom and making a scene. Debbie was running ragged, the place was jumping, and then she heard her son’s whiney voice screaming for her, demanding her attention. She ignored him while she continued giving the ordered plates to a full booth. “Ma, I said I needed to talk to you now!” He had stumped over to the booth she was helping. “Ma!” Deb immediately slapped him one. “You will wait until I can talk. Understood!” Michael nodded. “There is a space by the counter. Wait there and let me do my job.” Michael sat at the only stool left in the place. He wondered why it was so crowded at this hour. He kept fuming. His rage and anger were palpable. People turned toward him feeling uncomfortable around him. One finally said something. “What’s your problem?”

“None of your business!” he shouted.

Deb looked at her son. “Now that is a good question,” she said to herself. As soon as all the remaining orders were placed at various tables, she turned to her son. “Okay, Michael Charles Novotny, what has your balls in a knot.”

“Ma, I want that number. It was nowhere in the house so you must have it on you.” He demanded. “Give it to me!”

“You don’t order me to do anything Michael Charles Novotny. Honor thy mother.” She slapped him again. She was furious. “You are not getting it. Brian doesn’t want you to have it. Brian doesn’t want you around.”

“I am his best friend.”

“That tired old line. When did you last speak to Brian? Today, yesterday, last month, last year? You haven’t had contact in years.” As she talked she ushered her son into the office so that the customers wouldn’t get an earful. “He has a new best friend, Justin. As it should be. Justin and he are partners. Maybe, it is you that is the cause of your loss. Maybe you pushed him away. Remember what Gus said the day of the accident. He told us some things that sent chills down my neck. No wonder Brian wants no part of you. Brian wants to be happy not drawn and quartered. You were forcing him to choose and he chose. Accept it.”

“He would never choose Justin over me.”

“He chose Justin long ago. He worked so hard to placate you but you kept pushing. He had to choose. Not just for Justin but for himself. For his sanity. You are never getting the number.”

“You choose Brian over me?”

“You may be my biological son but he has always been my adopted son. You knew that. This time I chose him for once. I think he is in the right. I have blamed him too often for you and you have never learned to accept responsibility. I think I am already too late for that but you know, maybe at least I can keep my adopted son and learn to appreciate him. I have not been a good mother favoring you all the time. Sure, he didn’t live with us but it was I who took care of him physically and emotionally. He should have been a bad boy with everything he lived through but he didn’t. Instead he chose success to giving up. I am starting to see the light. When I find out where he is, I will not tell you until he gives me permission. Understand.”

“No, I don’t. He is my best friend and you are my mother.”

“Yes, and he is my other son. Michael, you are delusional believing that you are his best friend. I wonder if you should get therapy. You need help.”

“The number.” He had ignored her comment, but it seethed below the surface.

“OUT! I am not giving you the number. Now go before I get angrier.” Michael turned to go.

“This isn’t over. I will find out if I have to get a P.I. I need to get him away from Justin. It is Justin’s fault that Brian has disappeared.”

“You haven’t heard anything I said.”

“I heard and all I saw or heard was betrayal.”

“I didn’t realize it before. Forgive me son, but you do need help.”

“No, Mother, you do!” He screamed then turned and left. Deb took a moment to compose herself. Her heart was beating fast and she was sad and upset that she had coddled her boy because she didn’t think he could take blame. Now he was delusional. It was all her fault.

She reached into her pocket and took out a cell phone that Brian had sent her. It had arrived at the beginning of her shift that evening by delivery and had been explained to her. She fondled it as she remembered what had been said. Brian had put his home phone, his cell number and Justin’s as numbers one, three, and two. This way she had no need for writing it down and her son would not know about the cell phone. She had also gotten a note with instructions. She had to prove herself she realized when she read the note. The man waited. Deb thought he was waiting for a tip. She pulled out a two dollar bill she had gotten. He brushed it away.

“Ma’am, my tip was taken care of. I am waiting for your reply. I have to return with a reply.” She finished reading the note. It had seemed that Brian had taken her at her word and had found a way she could communicate. She had been instructed to give back the number and throw out the ID if she hadn’t already. She had. Michael had never thought to look in the bottom of the garbage can outside. She had put it in there and then had put a bag of garbage over it. She was set up with a cell plan without limits. She could call him anytime but she had to keep him posted as much as she could about Michael. Only what she felt he needed to know. Brian didn’t want to know all about Michael only what he was up to concerning himself. He had to test her to know if who he called Mom was really on his side this time. Could she keep his secrets from Michael? That was the kicker. If she couldn’t there would be no reconciliation. She had only one chance, no three strike rule. As far as he was concerned, she had already had three strikes and now he was being generous giving her a final chance. He had to, he needed her. She had given her reply.

Back at El Nido De Amor, While Michael was making a scene at the diner, the two lovers were kissing, It was rough this time and their need for each other was intense. They knew it was to release all the tension and to make sure they were connected. They needed to communicate the only way that left them feeling safe and whole. Words didn’t do that when they were feeling overwhelmed. They needed hard physical contact, especially Brian.

Kissing was not enough and Brian pulled Justin up pass his head so that he could nip at those nipples. Brian needed to make love desperately but he couldn’t do it not like before. Instead, he nipped sucked, and licked at his lovers chest, then armpits, back up to the neck and then down the trail to what he treasured. When he reached there, he turned Justin around and Justin bent forward ecstatic of what Brian was about to do but sad that his hazel-eyed Adonis and lover couldn’t follow through with the rest of what Brian needed and craved to do to him. Justin also missed it. Sure he could ride Brian but it wasn’t the same as Brian thumping his ass, ramming it with his balls slapping against him. But those days were taking a vacation. He dared hope that someday he would be able to return the favor again.

Brian went to work nibbling on the cheeks, sucking them till they had marks and the teasing and tormenting pleasure continued for a while. Justin knew not to beg too soon. Brian knew how to read him. He also knew how much Brian wanted to be in control tonight. He let himself just feel the sensations and he let himself be vocal. Oh, how Brian loved to hear him. He allowed himself the freedom to sense and truly feel each lick and flick of his tongue and the grip of his mouth against his skin pulling and pinching. He loved to be owned by Brian. The marks made him smile. He knew when each one took color and others didn’t. His bubble butt wiggled and squirmed begging for more. Even his pucker was twitching in anticipation.

Brian needed more and he could see that Justin did too. His tongue took a few licks and trips around the opening, teasing and titillating and then without notice, his tongue dove in pushing its way between the skin and muscle, pushing in deeper. At the first taste of the pleasure tongue, Justin let out a moan. His waiting was over.

Marie walked by to go to the kitchen and smiled. She always got pleasure seeing them in so much love and culminating that love into action. It just made her horny. She smiled broader realizing that her night was gonna get a little more active. She felt a need to please Pierre. When she first saw them do rimming, she felt disgust but then saw the ecstasy that it was giving Justin at the time. She decided to ask about it the next morning. She had many questions.

The next morning, as she brought breakfast to Brian and Justin in bed, she started to ask her questions. “You looked so happy and pleasured last night. I couldn’t help but notice what you were doing. What were you doing exactly with your tongue? Justin turned red. Brian smirked. “Marie, it is called rimming.”

“Isn’t it unhealthy to do, but Justin looked so heavenly.”

“Marie, are you interested in doing rimming to Pierre? He would love it.”

“Yes.” she said in barely a whisper.

“Well, First off make sure the area is clean. Maybe, let both of you shower together washing each other. Some kissing and foreplay in the shower. Get him hot and bothered. Then you get him to lie down and you spread the cheeks, but before you do, make him moan by nibbling and nipping, licking and sucking his cheeks. They want love too.” Justin giggled. Brian continued. “If you decide to do this often, you may want to get the vaccine for Hepatitis A and B. Since you only will do it to your partner you may not wish to but it is always good to be sure. Try it and make sure you like it before you go off and get inoculated.”

“What exactly do you do? What exactly is it that I will be doing?”

Brian smiled. “Good questions.” Justin was eating his breakfast. “You lick around the rim of the pucker and then you push into the opening, forcing it to open for your tongue. You thrust in and out as if your tongue was a dick. Your tongue forces the skin to separate so you can go deeper. Sometimes, it takes a little time to get used to it for both you and Pierre. Most straights are too caught up in the idea that it is dirty and unclean. They won’t even try it. Just make sure it is clean. I am surprised that you have never done it being French and good lovers and all.” He smirked. “It will be a great new addition to your pleasure repertoire. Pierre will love it. I promise you that after he gets past the shock of it.” Brian laughed. “Just report back to me how it went.”

“I will.” She had also reddened a bit with the explicit demonstration that Brian was doing for her as he explained each detail. Justin was becoming twitterpayted with every new lick. She was seeing it up close.

She had tried it and at first Pierre couldn’t believe what she was doing when her tongue hit the pucker. He jumped. “Pierre, let me pleasure you this way. Just lay back and enjoy it. Please.” Pierre did. Soon he was moaning and groaning with pleasures he had never felt. Such sensations flowing through him. He was hard as a rock. He needed release. “Please stop, It feels so good, but I want to come inside you. It was so good.” She fell onto the bed and he mounted her. She was so wet from the foreplay and seeing how into it that Pierre had gotten. It didn’t take long.

The next day, she walked in with the morning tray and she was beaming. “So!” Brian asked. “He loved it once he let himself accept it. It was so hot. I came doing him.”

“I suggest you get the shots anyway, even though you won’t be tricking with anyone else.”

Shaking her head out of the memory, Marie smiled broadly watching them again. She didn’t move away, but came closer. They sensed her presence but didn’t stop. They were tickled that she would sometimes act the voyeur and they knew that each time she watched, Pierre was in for a treat. As Brian continued with the tongue action, he reached in front and started pulling on Justin’s stiff rod. Soon he was exploding in Brian’s hand and outward. Justin screamed Brian’s name as he came. Marie went to locate Pierre.

Next, Brian added a finger, then two and three. He needed to be inside Justin and now. “Brian, I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

Justin lifted himself over Brian’s tall, thick, and long fucking machine and he pushed all the way down at the first contact. Brian gasped. He was gripped on all sides and it felt so good. Not for the first time he thought, I wish I could make love to him like I used to hard and rough or soft and gentle, but he shook off the wistfulness and allowed himself the feel of the ride holding Justin’s hips and helping him move and change rhythm when it was necessary. Up and down Justin rode, sometimes even holding his place at the bottom of Brian’s shaft for a short respite knowing that that always made Brian edgy. Brian tried to move him and Justin resisted for a couple of seconds more, torturing Brian. Justin grinned. As he was down hard on the shaft, he leaned over and his hand gripped the sac and he squeezed making Brian yelp. Justin snickered. Now he was ready to move and move he did quickening the pace and quickening the need to explode. Soon, Brian was ready and he exploded shooting his sweet warm cream up Justin. As Brian let loose, Justin was in orgasmic release as well shooting across the room. All he wanted to do was collapse on Brian. Brian had other ideas. He pulled Justin’s butt up to him and he licked the dripping juices clean. Then he kissed Justin and they laid on the sofa until they had enough energy to move. Justin helped Brian into his chair and then into bed. They were holding each other, intertwining their body parts in bed gathering energy for the next round. Brian had knocked the phone off its cradle as he was about to start the next round. The annoying message had come on interrupting their kisses. “If you want to make a call…” Brian immediately fixed the phone and then it rang.

Now she knew she had to use the phone for the first time. It had been charged before she had received it. She pressed one. The line was busy. She pressed two and got no one. She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to leave a cold message. She waited five minutes and then tried again. This time she got through and she heard her son’s voice answer. No hello. “What’s wrong Deb? Was the way he answered the phone. “How’d you know?” Brian had unwrapped himself from Justin as they had been holding each other close after they had been satisfied for the moment. Brian had knocked the phone off its station and in so doing had created a busy signal. He had just put it back in the cradle.

“Simple, your number showed up on my phone. So I repeat, what is wrong?’

“Michael went to my place and looked for the caller ID and luckily I hadn’t hesitated and did throw it out. He came here to the diner in a mood. He started to make a scene. Brian, he is delusional. I am so sorry I never saw it. He still thinks you are his best friend and Justin is the one keeping you from him. He threatened that he would get a P.I. to find you. I knew I needed to warn you.”

“Thanks Mom, I knew that must have been difficult. You are too used to making everything go smooth for him. It is time he grew up and faced the facts. If it turns out he needs help don’t worry about the cost. Can you tell me what all he said or you said?”

Deb went into every detail especially her tirade. She told Brian that she felt sick in her stomach when she had told him that Michael is the one that pushed Brian away but it had to be done and that you were my other son and I should have taken your side more often. You know that don’t you? That I feel you are as much my son as Michael. Justin and the others are important to me like sons but not like you. Justin is my third son because he had to live here but also because he is my son-in-law in my mind. Now don’t get all…” She was interrupted by chuckles. Where was the caustic remark she was expecting?

“Mom, Justin feels the same way. You can ask him yourself. Justin, uncover your mouth.” She now heard the giggles. “Deb, you have always been my second mother. I am touched you see me as your son-in-law as well.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do. We both do. So Deb, how about you planning on that excursion Friday on your day off. I think Brian is more comfortable with meeting you. Remember, what you will see is not the same Brian so don’t expect the same old and don’t react with pity. I will pick you up in a car and we will talk, all three of us. They made a time for her to be picked up. They continued talking. They were on speaker phone.

Plans made, they continued to snuggle together giving each other pecks, nibbles, and kisses. They were ready for the next round or so they thought. Their kisses had become more urgent, their hands were roaming each other’s body when…

Bailey was closing up the café when Lindsay arrived banging on the door to be let in. Bailey was one of the inner circle. She always watched Brian’s and Justin’s backs. She could see that the blond woman was crying and she looked familiar. Going with her gut, she opened the door. “Do I know you?”

“No.” Sob. “I need to get in contact with Brian and Justin. I assumed you might know them.”

“Yes, I do. Are you the gal that was here a while back when Brian took sick?”

“Yes, I am the mother of his child, Gus.”

“Oh, you are the mother without a clue.” Lindsay’s face shot up at that. “Come in. Do you want something to drink?”

“Water please.” She was grateful to be let in. As Lindsay made her way in, Bailey locked the door again keeping them safe. She pulled two chairs down from a table and they sat. Bailey had also gotten two waters.

“Now what has you so upset that after all this time, you are asking for Brian?”

“I saw Brian recently. He gave me a choice to make. I seem to have made it tonight.” She looked down at her bag and sniffled some more. “I left my partner tonight. Now I have no place to go. I was hoping I could speak to him.” They talked for about fifteen minutes, Bailey assessing the situation. Bailey finally acquiesced and told Lindsay she would call him. Leaving Lindsay with a fresh glass of water, she went into the office and dialed. She could have used a phone near Lindsay but this way they could talk in privacy.

Ring. “What the fuck! Not again.” Ring, ring.

“Bailey, this had better be good. You were interrupting.”

“Sorry, Bri. Put this on speaker phone. Justin needs to hear this too.” Brian pressed the button. “We have a problem. Lindsay is here with a bag. She left Mel. She has no place to go. Do you want her to go home with me? I know it is late.”

“What did she say?” Justin asked.

“She told me that her son was her priority and she hoped she wasn’t too late to make amends and she also wants to heal the wounds she has caused you. She said a lot more but I think she means it. I don’t think she will reconcile with Mel.” Bailey relayed all she knew so far.

“Look, I just can’t deal with anymore tonight. We had a lot thrown at us today and we are trying to deal with all the changes the news of today is going to entail. Can you take her to the vacant guesthouse by the stream? It was just refurbished and I know there will be clean sheets. She can’t see the mansion from there. Tell her Justin will see her first thing in the morning. I just can’t take anymore today. We got custody of Sarai and of other things as well. We need to deal with this tomorrow. If she needs someone to talk to, please stay with her. She has been with Melanie a long time. This must be devastating and she needs a friend. It just can’t be me tonight.”

“I will do what I can. If I need to I will stay the whole night. I will explain to her that you aren’t feeling well enough to see her but that you want her comfortable and safe. How’s that?”

“Thanks Bailey. I knew you would watch my back.” They hung up.

“Well, Justin, I am surprised she left Mel so soon. I rather thought she wouldn’t leave Mel. Guess what we said worked its way into her heart. I would love to know what was said that made her leave tonight.”

“Brian, don’t worry about it. Tomorrow, we will deal with it. Let’s get back to…” Brian had already locked lips and the rest of Justin’s words were swallowed up in that kiss. It wasn’t long before they were rearing to go. This time, Justin raised Brian’s legs over his shoulder and rammed in. He knew Brian needed it hard and fast still. He heard his balls slapping against Brian and it made him harder. He pushed in deeper every time. He bent Brian in two to get in deeper and be able to kiss him. They locked eyes and all that they were feeling, the vulnerability, the fear of balancing everything, the love and lust was all there. This time, making love was ferocious and feverish, a furnace on overheat. Brian came without being touched and Justin came at the same time. It felt great. They collapsed into each other, Justin staying inside. They stole one kiss and then both fell into sweet slumber, Brian’s hands wrapped around Justin.

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