|notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote,|
@ 2007-08-20 12:08:00
Post 513 Series
Originally posted: 4/18/07
I suppose that after proposing to Justin, I lost the right to my righteous indignation about marriage, but in this case, I honestly don’t give a shit. It's hard enough to find a good old fashioned queer who thinks marriage is bullshit, their breeder counterparts are even more elusive. When Daphne told me she never wanted to get married she won her way into my favor. Now I know the poor girl was only 17 at the time, but I just assumed she was advanced for her age. Unfortunately, it seems she has grown out of her good sense and decided to join the dark side.
Worst of all, I like the guy. In fact, they probably have a better chance than most at making it. Which means I can’t even get out of going to the wedding by claiming conscientious objection.
So we are off to Pittsburgh for a wedding and only two weeks before my first major gallery opening.
For a kid who never stressed about homework or studying Justin sure does freak out before an opening. He is always scrambling to get everything done. It's completely out of character and it pisses me off a little. I asked him about it once and he told me it was part of his "process". He said the stress and chaos of the impending show usually resulted in a great final piece.
I made a very deliberate decision not to do it Justin’s way. I may be venturing into the world of art, but I’m still a business man and I prefer to be prepared.
So while the show is only two weeks away I feel confident that everything is in place. Which means yet again I am short one excuse for getting out of going to this thing.
Regardless of the fact that she is getting married, Daphne is still Daphne and she has chosen her gay best friend to stand up for her at the ceremony. I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed teasing Justin about being the maid of honor. He shut me up real fast when he pointed out that with the amount of time we have been together matron of honor would be a lot more accurate.
Justin’s excited to see everyone… I’m excited to go to Babylon.
I still own Babylon. Between Ted and the great manager he found, the place practically runs itself and rarely needs my attention, and with the amount of money it brings in it doesn’t make sense to sell. Babylon has always been a bit of a second home to me, it really is the best toy I have ever owned.
On our first night back in Pittsburgh, while Justin and Daphne do god knows what, I let Mikey indulge in a recreation of our youth at Woody’s and Babylon. It’s the most tempted I’ve been to fall back into the old routine of tricking but when I think of my bare cock sinking into Justin’s asshole, I decide it's not worth it.
If Mikey notices anything is different he doesn’t mention it and I keep my mouth shut too.
The next day the wedding saves us from a day full of family stuff. Unfortunately, it’s a wedding so I’m not sure it was that great of a trade-off.
The ceremony is one more reminder of why I love Daphne. It's short, sweet and completely free of religious bullshit. And Justin looks hot as hell. I wonder if the groom knows that the maid of honor deflowered the bride.
Things look up even more when I realize there is an open bar at the reception. I’m four drinks in when the shit hits the fan.
We're seated at a table with Jennifer and Tucker and when Justin turns to his mom and asks where Molly is I see her visibly pale.
"I thought Daphne invited Molly, where is she?"
I’m not sure I have ever seen a better example of a weighted pause.
"She has prom tonight."
Even if I had all the time in the world, I’m not sure I could venture a guess at how Justin would have reacted to this news. He merely nods and then excuses himself.
"I didn’t want to tell him here, but she didn’t decide to go until the last minute."
I give Jennifer a look indicating that we both know that the plans couldn’t have possibly been that last minute. But I don’t blame her, I wouldn’t have wanted to tell him either.
It's weird because Justin’s not stupid, neither am I for that matter, and we should have assumed that this would come up. But I can honestly say that I never thought about it. All of a sudden I have an image of Gus at prom. I have to push that thought from my mind because I really don’t have time for it right now.
Over the years Justin and I have taken a certain amount of flack about not dealing with the bashing better. Our friends and family have gently (you know how gentle Debbie is) brought it up, mostly on occasions like this.
I couldn’t tell you what the fuck it is that everyone thinks is going to make dealing with getting bashed in the fucking head easier.
I find Justin in the mens room. I’m hardly through the door before he is pressed tight up against me and cupping my cock through my pants. I pull back from him, trying to get a little perspective on what he is thinking.
"I’m fine, I just need a distraction."
And fuck if that’s not what I’m best at.
I pull him back against me and kiss him the way I know he wants to be kissed. I may not always know the right thing to say, but I almost always know what his body needs.
I’m surprised, thinking maybe I got it wrong when he is the one to pull back this time.
"Daph would kill me if her grandfather caught us fucking in the mens room. Lets go upstairs."
Daphne insisted everyone stay in the hotel even though I prefer to stay at the loft when I’m in town.
We are able to escape without drawing too much attention and Justin already gave his toast so I don’t think we will be missed for a few minutes.
Once in our suite I take over. I know we are on a time crunch so I don’t bother removing any clothing above the waist. Once Justin is naked from the waist down I push him against the wall and kneel down in front of him. I rarely do this anywhere other than our bed.
His dick throbs on my tongue, I love the feel of it. I look up at him but his eyes are closed. I pull off.
"I want you to watch me."
I need for him to focus on me and what we are doing right now.
I lick the underside of his dick from the base to the tip. And when I look up at him again his eyes are on me.
I suck him in as deep and hard as I can. I’m not playing with him like I usually do, just going in for the kill. I roughly massage his balls I can tell he is close to coming by the way his legs are quivering.
I pull off again.
"On the bed."
He looks a little confused, but he knows I’m not going to disappoint him so he moves across the room to the bed.
"Pull your shirt up."
He pulls it up as far as he can, laying on his back. I lean down and suck a large hickey just inside his hip bone. He has the softest skin on his belly, I love rubbing my face across it.
I lean back and position my body to rub my dick against his. It slips a little, though not enough, in the drying wetness of my spit. I draw the tip of my dick along the length of his, leaving behind a line of sticky pre-come.
He impatiently thrust his hips forward. I lean forward and kiss him, grinding our bodies together from head to toe. I can tell he thinks things are going to go his way now, but I surprise him by pulling away again.
I take my dick in hand pressing it into his balls a few times before stroking with purpose. Our morning fuck now many hours behind me, it doesn’t take long. He arches, calling out to me when my come hits his balls and dick.
He is beyond desperate at this point. I certainly have his attention.
I suck his balls into my mouth, cleaning my come from them. When I finally take his cock back into my mouth he comes almost immediately. My mouth is full of our come.
I know Justin, even just after coming, all he is thinking about is how badly he wants me to fuck him.
I leave him wanting, it will give him a distraction for the rest of the evening. If I had known, I would have brought a plug to fill his ass while we dance and drink and eat to keep him focused on his ass and on me.
Molly doesn’t come to my show with the rest of the family. Her senior year is winding down and she has more important things going on.
We haven’t talked about it since we returned from Pittsburgh, but I know it was more than just the mention of prom that is getting to him.
I’m not sure Justin will ever be able to hear the word prom, or even parking garage, baseball bat or blood, without remembering that night. It’s a nightmare we will never be fully rid of. But this, right now, is about more than that.
It's about Molly.
I know I should say or do something, but as usual I am at a loss. I know it's bothering him, her not being here only makes it worse, but he doesn’t let it show, just supports me and entertains our visiting friends and family.
When everyone finally packs up and gets the hell out of my house, it is only a few weeks until Molly’s graduation and I am tortured by the thought of another trip to Pittsburgh. You’d think I wouldn’t mind seeing everyone considering how much time away from them I get living here. But until you have been through the hello and goodbye rituals of both Debbie and Mikey you cannot pass judgment. Thank christ I usually have Justin along to bear some of the brunt.
Normally I would try to get out of going to a fucking high school graduation that will no doubt take place in some smelly gym, but I know how important the Molly stuff is to Justin right now.
In fact, I start trying to develop a campaign to bring brother and sister back together. My ideas include an outlandish graduation party, a trip to Europe and a new car.
Justin laughs, asshole, when I lay out what I’m thinking.
"What do you think Gus appreciates more, all the shit you bought him at FAO Schwartz or the time you spent with him while he was here?"
"Are you comparing a trip to Europe to a stuffed animal?"
"I’m not saying we shouldn’t get Molly something nice, she’d kill me if I didn't. I’m just saying it's not going to fix anything."
"I'm just trying to help."
He gives me a huge smile, one that makes me want to fuck the shit out of him.
"I love that you are trying to help."
He comes over to where I am sitting on the couch and straddles my lap.
"You know when you bought me Britin? I think I gave you the wrong impression. It was wonderful that you did such a romantic, amazing thing for me, but I didn’t say yes to you because you bought me a mansion. I would be with you even if we lived in a hole in the wall."
"Yeah, your time with Ian proved that you don‘t care about housing conditions."
After the words leave my lips, I feel as shocked as he looks. We never talk about Ethan. This is a conversation I absolutely don’t want to have. What the fuck is the matter with my mouth.
He only looks baffled for a few seconds.
"I was slumming with him and it had nothing to do with his apartment or his bank account."
I fucking love this kid.
So I figure Justin has some big plan of his own.
Graduation is boring as hell and Justin smacks my hand away every time it starts inching towards his crotch. And seriously, I need some sort of distraction to make me stay put in my seat as opposed to getting up and punching the smug look off his asshole fathers face. I can’t even see his face - he is three rows in front of us - but even the back of his head pisses me off. I guess he figures his mother, who is sitting on his other side, won’t appreciate the kind of distraction I’m looking for.
I can’t say I don’t feel for Molly, two graduation dinner celebrations and two graduation parties. She doesn’t exactly have the type of divorced parents who make nice for special occasions.
When I think of how it could be I have the urge to kiss Jennifer on the mouth. I love that she puts Justin first.
Through it all - the ceremony, the parties, the dinners - I keep waiting for Justin’s big plan, but it never comes.
I wonder if maybe I missed it, or he chickened out, or he has no plan.
I didn’t take into account that Justin can be much more subtle than me.
Most people wouldn’t describe Justin as subtle, but most people don’t have me as a comparison.
When we returned to the city I noticed he started a very casual phone and email assault. It was reminiscent of something he might have done to me at one time or another. He didn’t let her minimal, or complete lack of, response get to him.
It seems slow and steady can win the race, because she began to respond.
I don’t think Molly even knew what hit her. Justin can be sneaky like that.
His persistence has yet to fail him.