"Spring Break" 2
More from "The Angel Stream"
By Gaedhal
Part 2
Pittsburgh, March 2005
Justin rushed out of his parents' house like it was on
fire.
Every time he came home he found himself getting more
and more angry over the way they had treated him over
the past four years. It had mainly been his father, but
now this argument with his mother proved to Justin
that she also didn't get it.
Justin hated fighting, but his mother wasn't even trying
to understand! And if it was that bad trying to deal with
Jennifer Taylor, who was at least sympathetic to her
son, Justin thought, how much worse will it be when
Craig Taylor, who often spouted homophobic sentiments
and was a firm supporter of Mayor Stockwell's 'Family
Friendly Pittsburgh' campaign, found out that his own
son was one of the 'degenerates' he loved to denigrate?
Justin shuddered to think about it. That was a confrontation
he was anxious to postpone for as long as possible.
Then Justin saw the dark green Corvette pull into the
driveway.
"Brian!" Justin yanked open the door and slid into the
bucket seat. "Just in time!"
"Did you miss me, twerp?" Brian smirked. They had been
apart less than two hours.
"What do you think?" Justin grinned back.
Brian leaned over and kissed Justin softly on the lips.
Then Brian put his arms around him and kissed him
harder. And Justin kissed Brian back as hard as he
was able.
Justin felt a thrill surge through his body. It wasn't
only Brian's presence, but the fact that they were
making out in the driveway of his parents' house. That
his mother might he watching from the front window.
Or that his father's car could pull up at any minute
and he might see his son and his lover, kissing in front
of the house! Justin almost wanted it to happen, right
there and then. It would save him having to come out
to his father later. But, of course, Craig Taylor was
still at the store and not due home until much later
that evening, so it was a moot point.
"Are you hungry?" Brian asked, putting the Vette into
gear and backing out of the drive.
Justin laughed. "You already know the answer to that!
I'm always hungry."
"Let's hit the diner," said Brian. "Then we can decide
what we want to do tonight, okay?"
"Sure." Justin reached over and squeezed Brian thigh
as he drove. "Whatever you want to do is fine with
me. I'm all yours until Monday morning."
Brian glanced down at Justin's hand, which was inching
up his leg toward his crotch. "You better watch that or
I might run off the road and we'll spend the evening in
the Emergency Room!"
Justin moved his hand back down, closer to Brian's knee,
but he didn't take it away completely. "Sorry about that."
"Listen, Justin," Brian began. "After I dropped you off
at your mom's place I went down to the office to pick
up a few things. And Gardner was there -- working."
"On a Saturday?" Justin made a face.
Justin's father was always at the store on weekends, but
Justin had thought of an advertising agency as a weekday,
9-to-5 kind of job. However, after spending time around
Brian, Justin had soon learned that his boyfriend almost
never stopped working. He frequently stayed late at the
office or took clients to dinner or to sporting events to
entertain them. And at the loft Brian was often on the
computer until very late, working on an account.
"Yes," Brian replied. "Gardner practically lives at Vangard.
It's his baby and he's obsessed with it. That means the poor
bastard has very little social life. I don't know what the
guy does to blow off steam -- and I don't want to know.
What breeders do in their spare time is one of those
peculiar territories I'd rather not explore."
"Maybe he bowls?" Justin suggested. "Or goes to Civil War
Re-enactments? Or hangs out at strip clubs? That's about
as 'breeder' as I can think of."
"No," Brian shook his head. "Gardner is a Brit, so I doubt
that the Civil War and bowling are on his radar screen.
And as for chasing pussy... if he indulges, he does it very
quietly and -- thank God! -- doesn't confide in me about it."
"That's good," Justin agreed. "My roommate is always
bitching to me about his girlfriend and telling me stuff
about their sex life that I'd rather not hear."
"Thank God for small favors," said Brian. "But... here's
the thing. Our trip... for your Spring Break...." But then
Brian paused and looked away as he stopped the Vette at
a red light.
Justin got a sinking feeling. "What about our trip, Brian?
Is there a... a problem?"
"Yeah, there's a problem," Brian sighed. "Gardner just
told me that Leo Brown, one of our biggest clients, is
coming into town. Brown Athletics is one of my accounts
and I'm involved in every aspect of their campaign. Which
means that if Leo Brown comes to Pittsburgh, I have to
be there."
Justin swallowed. "And he's coming into town the week
of my Spring Break? Is that it, Brian?"
"Yes." Brian nodded. "That's it, Justin. I'm sorry. Really
fucking sorry."
"So our trip is off," Justin said, almost to himself.
"It's business, kid," said Brian. "The irony is that I
haven't been on a vacation in almost three years. And
after all the time I had to take off because of the cancer,
I almost hesitated to ask for it this time, even though I
have the time coming to me. But now, when I really
want to take that time off... Shit! It's fucked up, I know.
But it's also out of my control."
"That's all right, Brian," Justin tried to smile. He didn't
want to show Brian his disappointment. And Justin knew
he had no right to feel disappointed. Brian had already done
so much for him already, much more than Justin had a
right to expect. Brian had paid for plane tickets so that
Justin could visit him on weekends. He'd taken Justin to
great restaurants and clubs. Included Justin in events
with his Liberty Avenue family, such as Debbie's
Christmas dinner. Brian had even shared time with
his son, Gus, with Justin. Not to mention all of the
amazing sex!
But the thought of just the two of them going away together
to a tropical resort had seemed so romantic, so exciting to
Justin! Like they were a real, true couple. It was almost
like... like a honeymoon. Justin didn't dare say it aloud
because he knew Brian's cynical thoughts about marriage,
but that's how it had felt when Brian told him the plans.
Like the perfect honeymoon. And now it wasn't going to
happen.
"It doesn't matter, Brian," Justin said stoically. "We'll
have a whole week together. I mean, if you still want
me to hang around during my Spring Break. If I won't
be in your way?"
Brian looked at Justin seriously. "If you still want to,
even without the trip. Maybe there's something else
you'd rather do? Or somewhere else you'd rather go --
with your college friends? Where do the Ivy Leaguers
party these days? Cancun? Aspen?"
Justin moved his hand up Brian's leg and brushed his
fingers softly against the crotch of his worn 501's.
Brian's cock jumped at the touch.
"This Ivy Leaguer will be partying in Pittsburgh for
Spring Break," Justin explained. "At a very exclusive
gay resort called The Loft. It's secluded and
clothing-optional. And invitation-only. That is, if
I have an invitation?"
Brian smiled. "Yes, you have an invitation, you little
twat. You really know how to twist me around your
little finger, don't you?"
Justin leaned against Brian, his lips as close to his ear
as Justin could get without interfering with Brian's
steering. "It isn't my little finger that I'm thinking of.
It's something much larger that I want you twisted
around. MUCH larger! And much more insistent!"
"I think that can be taken care of," Brian said, turning
the Corvette around and heading directly back to the loft.
The diner could wait until later. Or they could always
order in. Afterwards. "And we don't need to leave the
country to do it. In fact, it can be worked on tonight.
And tomorrow, too."
"Good," Justin whispered, squeezing Brian's cock
gently. "Let's get started right away."