Oliver: Chapter 14: "Home"
Title: Oliver
Genre: Post-513, Daddy!Fic, Fluff
Summary: Brian and Justin's lives post 513, focusing mainly on raising the newest addition to their family, their son, Oliver.
Timeline: 2013--->
(Really sorry for taking so long to go through my edits. The thing is, I stupidly wrote a lot of this in one big document and didn't label some of the sections with the proper 'prompt' word so I've been scrambling to figure out which are which. *facepalm* I've also been a little inspired to do some other writing, so editing this beast just wasn't what my muse wanted. I'll have more later tonight/tomorrow too.)
My proofreader hasn't had time to look stuff over lately, so if you see any glaring mistakes, let me know in a comment please. :)
Home
The moment Brian had divested himself of his winter wear, Justin handed Oliver to him. This was the first long trip Brian had been on since Oliver was born, so it was slightly shocking that at least one round of fucking didn’t immediately occur after his return from New York. Monogamy made his dick, and yeah his heart too, grow a lot fonder from the weeklong the separation from Justin. The shock quickly wore off when Brian got a good look at his son and a different kind of shock took its place. “What have you been feeding this kid?” he exclaimed.
“Avocado,” Justin told him, laughing. “I’ve been mixing it with his barley cereal and he loves it.”
“He’s a fatty now,” Brian said and then looked down at Oliver. “Don’t take that wrong way. It’s good to be fat at your age.”
Justin curled his arm around Brian’s waist and kissed his grinning mouth. “I missed you, we both really missed you.”
Brian used his free hand to cup Justin’s face, gave him an even more intense kiss than the one he’d just received from husband and then slid his hand down to cup Justin’s ass. “I missed you too.”
Justin playfully pushed him away and rolled his eyes. “Or was it just my ass?”
Brian began walking toward the living room and called over his shoulder, “Your mouth too?”
Justin let out a sound of mock frustration as he followed them into the living room. “Oliver, your father is evil.” He took a seat on the sofa beside them and asked Brian, “So how did everything go?”
“Good, but I’ll give you details later. Tell me about what you and Olly have been up to?”
“Not much really,” Justin said, shrugging. “My mom came by this morning and watched Oliver for a couple of hours so that I could paint. Other than that, he’s just been doing what he does every day, eating, crying, sleeping, pooping.”
Brian stood Oliver up on his knees and asked him, “What did I miss?”
Oliver babbled something indiscernible in return and grabbed for Brian’s nose.
“Oh!” Justin said. “That, he’s been doing that a lot, the whole grabbing parts of your face thing. Whenever he touches a part I tell him what is.” He took one of Olly’s hands in his and patted Brian’s nose. “Nose. That’s Dada’s nose,” he said and then moved Oliver’s hand so that it touched his own. “That’s your nose, Oliver. Nose.”
Oliver didn’t seem very interested in the game and stared at Brian with a look of wonder.
Brian stared right back into his son’s eyes, unbeknownst to him, he was mirroring Olly’s expression.
“You missed him, huh?”
Brian gathered Oliver close and peppered his chubby cheeks with kisses, causing the boy to squirm in his arms. “I was worried about you both.”
“We’ve been fine,” Justin said, placing his hand on Brian’ s knee and squeezing it. “We’ve missed you, but we’ve been all right.”
“You’ve sounded really stressed out when I’ve talked to you,” Brian pointed out, “and your text messages were weird.”
Justin’s stiffened and asked, “What do you mean?”
“After my second day there, you started sounding like something was bothering you, but you didn’t want to tell me. Then, your texts went from you using up all the character counts to texting me single sentences or just pictures of Olly.” He pinned Justin with an intense look. “What’s going on? Don’t say nothing, because I can tell you’re freaking out about something.”
Justin sighed and shook his head. “I’d rather not talk about it right now. I just want to enjoy you being home for a little while.”
Brian assessed Justin with a stare and raised one eyebrow before his expression softened, accepting that whatever bothered Justin, would be better left alone until he wanted to talk about it. He slipped an arm around Justin’s waist and brought him so that he rested his head near his shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed in first Oliver and then Justin. He was quite aware that he was cuddling his son and husband in front of a roaring fire, which should’ve made him feel at least mildly uncomfortable. It didn’t though; instead it just made all the aching loneliness he felt while he’d been away disappear. It was good. He felt fulfilled. This was is what it would be like when came home from business trips from now on. He could definitely get used it. This was home.
TBC in Chapter 15
*extra Oliver at this point in the fic:
