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Title: Queer As Folk Season 6 Episode 612
Rating: NC-17
Beta: amcnh
A/N: Hi everyone! So the season is wrapping up I am not sure if there are two full episodes left. I'll know for sure as I get into 613. The next episode might be the season finale. Writing this has been an amazing experience and even with my boughts of writers block you've stuck with me! Thank you so much!
New York
Greenwich Village
Pearl Oyster Bar
Justin stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Daphne in the overcrowded bar as he sipped on a frosted mug of beer, "So, Brian's commuting while he and Ted are getting their new employees from Vangard transitioned."
Daphne worked a peanut from its shell, "He's flying back and forth between here and Pittsburgh?"
"Yeah, Friday through Monday we stay together at the Carlyle Hotel and he works out of the Manhattan office and Tuesday through Thursday he works out of the Pittsburgh office."
Daphne cooed, "Awww he's doing all that just to be with you."
"And to become an advertising mogul. We're both gonna be in Pittsburgh this weekend though, Mom's coming back from her honeymoon and I wanted to wait and tell her about Brian and me in person." Justin added.
Daphne gave Justin a little nudge with her elbow, "I'll bet she'll be as mad at you as I was for getting married on the sly like that. I would have paid a million bucks to hear Brian say all those romantic things to you."
"He was romantic, but he was still Brian, you know?"
Daphne gave Justin a knowing look, "No talk of gardening or cuddling?"
"No, thank God. It was more like he just put all of himself out there for me," Justin thought back to the night for a moment. He remembered the completely sincere look in Brian's eyes and he could hear the honest, yet vulnerable tone of Brian's voice, "I can't even begin to describe how overwhelming it was to see him be so raw with his emotions."
A mischievous grin crossed Daphne's face, "Speaking of raw, does it feel totally amazing to have nothing between you when he's fucking you, now?"
Justin furrowed his brow, "Just because we're married doesn't mean we're not using condoms anymore."
"Why not? You're both negative and it's not like he can get you pregnant." Daphne questioned with a smirk.
"This is Brian we're talking about, he goes through his tricks as fast as he goes through his non-fat soy lattes."
“So,” Daphne scoffed, He married you but he reserved the right to fuck around?"
Justin shrugged, "We never talked about that, I just assumed we'd keep doing whatever or whoever we wanted to do."
"Wait, so you're still fucking other guys too?"
Justin laughed, "It's been almost a year since I've been with anyone besides Brian, not that I'd ever tell him that."
As the waitress walked up and set down their order of oysters on the half shell Daphne said, "I'll never understand you two."
Justin shook his head, "The only thing to understand is that these oysters are the only thing I'll be having raw, at least for the foreseeable future."
Pittsburgh
Michael and Ben's House
As Ben climbed the ladder so he could start painting the trim over the garage, Carl and Michael worked on painting the shutters, “That’s looking really good, Michael.”
“Thanks Carl, I used to help Ma with freshen up the trim when I was a teenager. It’s a heck of a lot easier than the dry walling you showed me how to do when we finished the basement.”
“Oh you did a great job with that too. You’re a natural at making home improvements.”
“I think it’s more the fact that I got hooked on watching the Home and Garden Channel when I was staying at Mel and Lindsay’s.”
Carl dipped his paint brush in the pan, “What ever it is, you’d make a damn fine handy man.”
Michael smiled to himself. He always new he was missing out on so many things by not having a father. When he was a kid, he imagined that the great part about having a dad would be going on fishing trips or building tree houses or any of the other things he saw the boys on his street doing with their fathers. It didn’t matter, though, that he and Carl never did these things. Michael finally knew what it was really like to have a dad, and he couldn’t be more grateful.
Just as Michael was putting the finishing touches on the shutter he heard Monty call out from the sidewalk. “You’re place is looking wonderful!”
Michael set his brush in the pan and walked over to Eli and Monty who were taking their daughter for a walk in her stroller. “Hey thanks, Wait till you see the basement. It turned out great.”
Eli nodded, “I’m sure you’ll have buyers beating down your door in no time. We’re going to miss having you and Ben as neighbors though.”
Michael shook his head, “We’re not putting the place on the market, we’re just trying to make sure everything is perfect for when we open the group home.”
“Oh you’re not going intending to house those homeless boys here, are you?” Monty asked incredulously.
Michael furrowed his brow, “Well of course. The boys are with Sister Carmen now, but as soon as we finish with the renovations she’s bringing them here to live with us.”
“When you told us about your little project we naturally assumed that you’d be moving someplace more suitable.”
Ben had over heard the exchange and as he walked up he asked, “What place could be more suitable than our home?”
“Yeah,” Michael added, “The whole point of a group home is providing normal, stable, family setting so the boys can get their lives back on track.”
Eli gave Monty a look, “What you’re doing for these boys is commendable. But I’m sorry Michael, there is absolutely no way the Home Owners Association is going to allow to open your little half way house in our neighborhood. We simply cannot let it happen.”
Pittsburgh
Kinnetik HQ
Brian passed through the sea of cubicles he’d acquired to accommodate his new team of former Vangard Ad Execs. Kinnetik didn’t offer the flashy offices they were accustomed to, however Brian appeased his new staff by saying, “I can spend money on increased overhead or on your signing bonuses, it’s your choice.” After putting it so plainly he didn’t receive any complaints about the open air work spaces.
Brian spent most of his days while at headquarters helping Ted get ramped up on his significant number of new duties. They worked together to put a three month plan in place were Brian would completely transition out of the daily operations of Kinnetik so he could focus on business development, building the Kinnetik brand on Madison Avenue, and most importantly increasing the cache of the agency in preparation for servicing a global market.
So far the Pennsylvania/New York commute was going well. And as Brian finished up the last of his emails for the day, he let his thoughts drift back over the past few weeks. Everyone's reactions to his marriage were pretty much as Brian had expected. Upon hearing the news Debbie replied, "It's about fucking time." Emmett found it necessary to hug Brian while Ted had the good sense just to say, "Way to go, Bri."
Michael took the news surprisingly well, though as one would guess, he was taken aback by Brian's announcement that he'd be moving to New York.
They were standing in Michael's living room when he said, "You used to say never run after them."
Brian fumbled with his lighter, "I used to say a lot of things."
Michael crossed his arms, "So you're leaving? Just like that?"
"I want him, Michael." Brian answered louder than he intended.
Michael sighed, "I get that."
Brian gave up on lighting the cigarette and shoved the Zippo back into his pocket, "No you don't. I wake up sick to my stomach every morning he's not there, I check my email fifty times day like some teenaged twat just to see if he's sent a message. Christ, I can't even enjoy a decent fuck without wishing I was with him instead. So there, are you happy? I've turned into a big fat lesbian!"
Michael gave Brian one of his signature puppy-dog looks as he walked up to Brian and placed his hand gently on his shoulder, "You may have turned into a lesbian, but you are definitely not fat."
Brian stifled a laugh before kissing Michael and saying, "Asshole."
Brian’s thoughts drifted from Michael when his desk photo of Gus caught his eye. It had been almost a year since he and the girls had moved to Canada and Brian couldn’t believe how much Gus had grown in such a short time. When Gus left, Brian really still thought of him as a baby, but over the last several months Gus had matured into a remarkably intelligent, sensitive little boy.
It was the morning after his unconventional wedding when Brian had been summoned to Michael and Ben's house by a nearly frantic Lindsay.
"Where is he?" Brian asked as soon as Ben opened the door.
Ben stepped aside to let Brian in, "In the guest bathroom. We've been trying to get him out for over an hour."
Brian followed Ben down the hall where he found Michael, Melanie and Lindsay all standing by the bathroom door.
"What the matter with him?" Brian asked in an effort to get a handle on the situation.
"He won't say," Lindsay began with a worried tone, "But Michael says they keep the cleaning supplies in there."
Brian's head was pounding. He and Justin had just barely fallen asleep when Lindsay had called saying Gus had locked himself in the bathroom and they couldn't get him out. "I would think you'd have taught him to have the good sense to get a drink from the faucet rather than a bottle of Drano if he's thirsty."
"Will you just do something?" Melanie asked in an exasperated tone, "He won't even talk to us."
Brian sighed, "Fine. I could use a cup of coffee."
"I'll get it." Michael said before heading to the kitchen.
Brian leaned his shoulder against the door and gently knocked, "Gus, it's your dad."
"Daddy?" Gus's voice was small and Brian could tell he'd been crying.
"Yeah. Now why don't you open the door for your old man so we can talk?"
Gus was suddenly defiant, "I'm not coming out and you can't make me!"
Michael handed Brian a cup off coffee he blew on it then took a sip, "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. How about you let me in and we'll talk together in there?"
"If I open the door you'll just grab me and pull me out."
Brian bit back a laugh before whispering to Lindsay, "He's a smart little fucker, isn't he?"
Melanie and Lindsay wearily nodded in unison.
"How about this, you unlock the door then get in the bathtub so I can't reach you. I'll count to five and then come in."
Gus paused for a moment then asked, "You promise you won't grab me?"
"I promise."
Brian heard the door unlock and so he started counting. Right as he got to 'five' he turned back to Mel and Lindz with a smug look on his face, "And you've been trying to get him to open the door for over an hour?"
Melanie, who was just about at her wits end, started to lunge at Brian, but Lindsay held her back and whispered in Mel's ear, "Let him take care of it, he's going to have to learn to do more than read bed time stories eventually."
Brian walked in the bathroom to find Gus standing in the tub, when he saw his father he pulled the shower curtain closed.
Brian tried to ignore the fact that his knee popped as he sat down on the floor next to the tub, "You want to tell me why you've been camping out in Uncle Michael's bathroom all morning?"
Gus sniffed a little, "Mommy, said it's time to go back to Canada but I want to stay in Pissburgh."
Despite Brian's agreeing that leaving the letter T out of the word Pittsburgh was descriptively accurate he corrected his son nonetheless, "It's Pittsburgh, Gus, with a T sound then an S sound."
"That's what I said, Pissburgh, and I'm not leaving."
In a cajoling tone that Brian usually reserved for Michael when he was in a mood Brian answered, "Your moms and sister will be awfully lonely without you."
Gus pulled open the curtain and furrowed his brow, "Nuh uh. Mommy and Mama live together. But, you live all by yourself that's why I wanna stay with you."
Brian looked into the worried, pleading eyes of his son. He knew he'd done nothing to deserve such compassion and love. But in that moment, Brian resolved to earn it and be worthy of receiving the look Gus was giving him. He set down his cup of coffee and said, "Gus, come sit on my lap."
Without hesitating, Gus stepped out of the tub and into Brian's arms. "I want to show you something," Brian held out his left hand in and pointed to the wedding band he was wearing, "Do you know what this is?"
Gus touched the shiny platinum, "It's a ring like the ones Mommy and Mama wear."
"That's right, and do you know who gave this to me?"
Gus's eyes lit up as he turned in Brian's arms and excitedly asked, "Justin?"
Brian nodded, "I gave him one too. And I'm going to go live with him in New York."
Gus tilted his head to the side, "So he can take care of you?"
Brian slowly blinked his eyes and made the necessary clarification, "So we can take care of each other."
"That means you and Justin have the special grown-up love that makes you want to live in the same house, right?"
Brian nodded, "So, you don't need to worry about my being lonely. Just focus on being the man of the house up in Canada. Your Mommy and Mama need you."
"Okay," Gus was quiet for a moment before continuing, "I'm glad you're going to live with Justin, you don't make your grumpy face whenever he's around."
Gus's words resonated with Brian. As he packed up his attaché case, and drove back to the loft, Brian thought about why things had worked out. When he proposed this time, it wasn't about proving to Justin how much he loved him, it wasn't about trying to make him happy. Brian did it because he wanted to marry Justin. And just as he had resolved to be worthy of his son's love, Brian made himself a promise that he would work his damnedest to be worthy of having Justin as his husband.
Pittsburgh
Debbie, Carl and Emmett’s House
Debbie grabbed Emmett before he had a chance to set down his suit cases. "Emmett! Come sit down. You've got to tell me everything about Seattle."
Though Drew had left to train with the Sabers nearly six weeks ago this had been the first weekend Emmett didn't have an event on his calendar. At the begging and pleading of Darren, Emmett had agreed to stay in Pittsburgh till the end of wedding season so they wouldn't have a hoard of angry brides coming after them.
Emmett nestled on the couch and tucked one leg underneath himself so he and Deb could share some delicious girl talk, "Oh Debbie, it was absolutely divine! We went on a ferry boat ride, and we had dinner at the top of the Space Needle. Oh and I went with him on a photo op to Pike Place Fish Market so he could have a game of catch with one of the hot young fish mongers."
Deb shook her head in confusion, "He played catch with a fish?"
"No, no, he played catch using a fish, a Salmon to be exact. At Pike Place they don't hand you your order they throw it you over the counter. It's a Seattle thing." Emmett rose and got his messenger bag, "Here's the article. I couldn't believe it when the Sabers PR person asked me to get in the photo with Drew."
Debbie looked at the newspaper photo of Drew and Emmett standing together holding an eleven pound King Salmon. The caption stated, Seattle's landmark Pike Place Fish Market welcomes new Sabers star Quarterback Drew Boyd and his partner Emmett Honeycutt
"Look at you, Em. You and Drew look so handsome together."
Emmett leaned over to look at the picture, "We do make an adorable couple, don't we? Oh and everyone has been so nice to Drew. He's getting along great with his new coach and Mrs. Hughes, the coach's wife, even took me a little shopping spree while Drew was at practice Saturday morning. I got this for you." Emmett pulled out at T-Shirt from his bag.
Debbie held it up and read it, "Someone in Seattle thinks I'm Fabulous. Oh honey, I love it" She hugged Emmett, “I'm glad to hear Drew's new team isn't giving him any trouble just because he happens to like a little man sex."
Emmett patted Debbie on the knee "Trust me, he likes more than just a little sex.”
“I know, we have thin walls, remember?”
Emmett smirked, “Well, apparently, the owner of the Sabers was a big proponent of getting Washington State's new gay civil rights law passed so the team knows better than to give Drew a hard time. Drew says his getting hired was at least partly political, but as long as he has a safe place to play and a team that's behind him he's happy."
Debbie gave Emmett's chin a little pinch, "And I'm happy for both of you. But you two better get your butts back to Pittsburgh during the off season if you know what's good for you."
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Michael yelled as he pounded through the front door.
Emmett jumped with a start as Debbie asked, “Jesus Michael, what’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Eli and Monty, the illustrious co-presidents of our Home Owners Association said we can’t open the group home in our neighborhood!”
Emmett turned on the couch to face Michael, “I thought you checked your bylaws before you got everything else started?”
Michael crossed his arms as he slumped in the chair, “We did, it only said that point-of-sale businesses were disallowed. It didn’t have anything about home based businesses or not-profit endeavors. “
Debbie put her hand on her hip, “Then fuck Eli and Monty. They can’t do anything.”
“Yes they can, they have complete authority to disallow anything that they consider to be a blight on the community. And they actually said to our faces that three teenaged boys could hurt property values and could put the whole neighborhood at risk.” Michael fumed.
“How, the fuck can three boys put an entire neighborhood at risk?”
“Oh didn’t you know Ma?” Michael affected Eli’s pompous tone, ”Those who’ve been victimized are far more likely to become victimizers themselves.”
Emmett stood up, “Well you know what I always say, Fuck em all! You’ll find somewhere else to open the home.”
Michael sighed, “You don’t get it, Ben and I barely have any equity in the house. Even if we sell the place we’d have to use too much of our capital on a down payment for anyplace else. ”
Debbie stood up next to Emmett, “Then we’ll help you. We’ll get PFLAG together, and the GLC and we’ll raise the funds for you and Ben.”
“You’d really do that?” Michael asked.
Debbie walked up to her son and gently patted him on the cheek, “Hunter wouldn’t stand for anything less.”
Toronto
Lindsay and Melanie’s House
Lindsay sat in the kitchen preparing her notes for tomorrow’s Women’s Art History lecture. She had several texts open as well as a number of high quality prints strewn across the table. She held up a print of a dark haired Victorian mother bathing her young daughter in a small wash basin. Melanie walked up behind Lindsay and rested her hands on her shoulders, “Is that a Degas?”
Lindsay smiled, “Good guess, the artist studied under Degas. It’s Mary Cassatt.”
Melanie sat in the chair next to Lindsay, “The name is familiar, but I don’t remember an artist named Cassatt.”
“You probably recognize her from her women’s rights work.”
Melanie nodded, “That’s right, my tenth grade State History is coming back to me. Mary Cassatt was Allegheny County’s favorite Suffragette.”
Lindsay pulled her hair back into a ponytail, “That wasn’t till she was in her eighties, in her younger days she studied under the masters, much to the dismay of her family. You know, she grew up in a house in the same neighborhood I grew up in?”
“So she was a spoiled little rich girl too?” Melanie teased.
“Only until decided she decided to seek out her own path in life, not even her success in the Paris Salon’s impressed her family though. In their minds, an unmarried woman had no business leaving her parents.”
Melanie caressed Lindsay’s cheek, “Women have come a long way.”
“But we still have a long way ahead of us too,” Lindsay added, “I love that you have such a passion for fighting for people, Mel.”
“It’s you and JR and Gus that I want to fight for. I want to help make a world where nobody disapproves of someone else following their dreams. And if Canada is where we decide to stay, I’ll just start at the beginning. After all, if Mary Cassatt could fight for civil rights in her eighties then so can I.”
Lindsay grimaced, “You’d really have to start at the beginning?”
Melanie shrugged, “The cases I’ve won in the US don’t really have any clout here. As it is, I’ll be clerking another year. After that it could take another ten years before I make partner. That’s when you get your pick of the really juicy cases. It’ll be worth it though if the college offers you that tenured track position.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Melanie figured Lindsay was worrying that she wouldn’t get the teaching job, “Hey Lindz, it’ll all work out. And if your job doesn’t come through and we do end up moving to New York I’m sure you won’t think it’s so bad now that Brian’s living there.”
Lindsay nodded, with a lump in her throat she said, “That would be great for Gus.”
Melanie smiled, “Oh, you won’t believe what asked me when I was tucking him in tonight.”
“What?”
“He wanted to know if Justin is his Daddy now too.”
Pittsburgh
Brian’s Loft
Justin slid the loft door open as quietly as he could. He knew that Brian enjoyed sleeping in on Saturdays and he didn’t want to wake him. He stood in the entry way and toed off his shoes then let the rest of his clothes drop in a path from the door to the bed. Justin could tell by the gentle rattle of Brian’s snore that he was still sound asleep so he carefully lifted the duvet at the foot of the bed, crawled under the covers and up the length of Brian’s body.
He nuzzled against Brian’s crotch, taking in the scent of him before slowly licking along the underside of Brian’s cock. It was already semi hard and with in seconds Brian was fully erect. Justin began gently sucking the tip before taking hold of the shaft and working Brian’s dick deep into his mouth. It wasn’t until Justin started to swallow around Brian’s cock that he began to stir. Brian pulled the covers back and watched Justin suck him then he reached down to lace his fingers through Justin’s hair in an effort to urge him on.
Brian moaned when Justin slicked his hand with spit and began massaging his balls. When Justin stopped and looked up, Brian licked his lips and in a throaty, morning voice he said, “Come up here.” Justin let Brian’s cock slip from between his lips. He inched his way up Brian’s side, planting kisses on his chest along the way. Justin needed to feel Brian inside him. So he teased Brian’s lips with his tongue before rolling over on his stomach.
The sight of Justin’s bare ass made Brian’s cock leak and he hurried to put on the condom so he could feel Justin’s tight hole pulsate around him. Once inside, he thrust himself deep into Justin. He pace was quick and deliberate and as he rolled his hips to draw his cock back and forth along Justin’s prostate he could feel the beads of sweat fall from his forehead onto Justin’s back. It wasn’t long before Justin was shuddering beneath him. And after Brian came himself, he rolled on to his side and smiled, “You can wake me up like that everyday for the rest of our lives if you’d like.”
Justinpatted Brian’s shoulder, “Daily wake-up blow jobs? I think that can be arranged, assuming of course you continue to ram my ass that way every morning.”
Brian smirked, “And people say having to compromise is the downside of marriage.”
Justin nuzzled into Brian and started kissing his neck, “What do they know?”
Brian wrapped his arms around Justin, “They certainly don’t know how to fuck like we do.”
Justin leaned back so he could look into Brian’s eyes, “We are pretty incredible together.”
Brian blinked slowly as he nodded in agreement, “Considering I taught you everything you know I’d expect nothing less,” Brian reached for his cigarette, “Christ, I should have charged you for the lessons.”
Justin shook his head, “I’m a natural and you know it, from the very beginning you could never get enough of me, “ Justin sat up and started to get out of bed, “But speaking of lessons, I do have something for you.”
Justin padded over to the jeans that were lying in the middle of the loft. He dug something out of his pocket and then came back to the bedroom and handed Brian an envelope.
Brian took the envelope, “Do I want to even know what this is?”
“Just open it.”
Inside the envelope Brian found a personal check made out to him. He looked up at Justin, “Did I win a bet?”
“No, it’s the loan you gave me for school, plus interest, just like we agreed.”
Brian looked down at the check. He sure as hell didn’t need the money, not with the windfall Kinnetik had received in the last few months. Still, he knew what how important being independent was to Justin, even if they were married now. So he looked at Justin and simply said, “Thank you.”
Justin kissed Brian then smiled, “I thought you were going to give me a hard time about taking the money.”
Brian shook his head, “I knew you were good for it. I wouldn’t have leant it to you otherwise.”
After they showered, fucked again and ate breakfast Brian and Justin enjoyed a lazy weekend afternoon together. Brian sat on the couch and looked over the financial section of the paper as Justin stretched his legs over Brian’s lap and thumbed through a magazine, “Daphne’s right.”
“Dare I ask about what?”
Justin held up the People Magazine and said, “You do look like Ashton Kutcher.”
Brian grabbed the magazine and looked down at the photo of Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher standing with her ex-husband Bruce Willis and their three daughters, “I do not look like Ashton Kutcher, he may look a little like me though. What are you reading this trash for anyway?”
Justin took back the magazine, “It’s a special issue on alternative families. This is an article about how after Bruce and Demi divorced they bought houses next door to each other so they could each keep full custody and raise the kids together. Bruce say’s it was a little awkward at times, but it was worth it so they could both see their daughters everyday.”
“Instead of talking about the inner workings of celebrity living arrangements why don’t you get online and start looking for a place for us to live in New York. I’m getting sick of that hotel.”
Justin sat up and straddled Brian’s lap, “Before I do, there’s been something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”
“I’m all ears.”
“It’s about Britin.”
Brian nodded, “You want to keep it.”
“It really is the house of my dreams, it’s everything I’ve every imagined.”
Brian smiled, “I know. I do listen to your prattle on occasion.”
“But, it’s not what I’ve imagined for us. That house, despite what it’ll always mean to me, just isn’t you. I want to find a place that fits both of us. I want to find a home our dreams, not just mine.”
It was one of the few times that Justin had surprised Brian. There was no point in saying anything. He just pressed his lips to Justin as a simple show of thanks.
Pittsburgh
Ted and Blake’s Loft
Blake placed orange halves into the juicer while Ted used a linen napkin to rub the already spotless silverware clean, “Current events are safe subjects, steering clear of the obvious exceptions, politics and religion. And she likes to talk about her vegetable garden so be sure and ask about her cucumbers oh and she collects those creepy little German figurines, what are they called?”
“Hummels?”
Ted pointed to Blake, “Yes, Hummels so if you can work those into the conversation that should keep her going for a few minutes at least.”
Blake walk from behind the kitchen bar and rubbed Ted’s shoulders, “You’re acting like you’ve never introduced your mother to one of your boyfriends before.”
Ted turned to face Blake, “I haven’t.”
“Then why now?”
“I want her to –“ Ted was interrupted by a knock at the door, “There she is,” Ted smoothed Blake’s collar before opening the door. “Mother, it’s good to see you.”
Mrs. Schmidt walked in the condo and surveyed the room, “I like the changes you’ve made with the place. It’s more homey.”
"They’re Blake’s touches. Mom, this is my partner, Blake Wyzecki.”
Mrs. Schmidt made as small nod and put out her hand, “It’s good to finally meet you, Blake.”
Blake shook Ted’s mom’s hand, “It’s good to meet you too.”
Mrs. Schmidt smiled, “Is that French toast I smell?”
“Along with turkey bacon, sliced melon and freshly squeezed orange juice.” Ted proudly announced.
“Just like I used to make for you when you were a boy.”
Blake and Mrs. Schmidt sat at the table as Ted prepared everyone’s plate. The three enjoyed pleasant conversation during brunch. There were no awkward pauses. Blake and Mrs. Schmidt got along quite well and for the first time since Ted could remember he actually felt relaxed while being in the same the same room with his mother.
When it was time for her to go she said, “Blake, you take care of my boy.”
Blake hugged her and said, “I will Mrs. Schmidt.”
“And Ted?”
“Yes Mother?”
“I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you so happy after everything you’ve been through.”
Ted smiled and looked at Blake as he repeated his AA mantra, “I’m taking it one day at a time.”
“I’ve just been so worried about you. After that run in you had with the law and your drug problem. I didn’t know how to help. I guess all you needed was a nice man, like Blake here, to love you.”
“Knowing I have people like you and Blake behind me definitely makes things easier. And the way things have been going, this is turning out to be one terrific year for me, “Ted chuckled and tapped on the table, “Knock on wood.”
Pittsburgh
Gay and Lesbian Center
In less than four days Emmett and Debbie had put together an amazing fundraiser for Michael and Ben’s group home. In an effort to spend as little as possible they decided to go with a simple spaghetti dinner with entertainment provided by the fabulous Shanda Leer. Debbie had strong armed most of her customers into showing up and, of course, all of PFLAG was there. Brian and Justin sat at a table with Jennifer and Tucker.
She took notes as her sons explained what they were looking for in the perfect home, “I’ll send your preferences over to the Manhattan office and I’ll make sure they assign their best agent to you. Now, let me make sure I’ve got everything. You want something modern yet with a touch of old world charm. An urban setting with a neighborhood feel, a place that’s gay friendly, but also kid friendly. Is there anything else?” Jennifer sighed.
Brian and Justin looked at each other then Brian said, “Someplace close to the bars.”
“But also close a park and a grocer.”
“Well Boys, if there’s a place like this on Earth, I’m sure it’s in New York. Just don’t expect your agent to knock any percentage points off his commission.”
At the other end of the room Ben walked up to Debbie who was slicing a tray of brownies, “Deb. Thank you. I can’t believe what you and Emmett pulled of in just a few days.”
“This community takes care of each other,” She held up the knife and pointed, “And I have half a mind to go to Eli and Monty’s house and remind those little weasels of that.”
“Uh, let’s stick to more productive endeavors like passing out dessert.”
Deb wiped her hands on her apron, “You’re right, you’re right. But let me ask you how are the donations coming?”
Except for a sizeable contribution for Brian most of the donations were modest at best. Ben didn’t want Debbie to think her efforts weren’t paying off so he gave her an encouraging smile and said “Slow but sure, we should have enough to at least come up with a plan B. I haven’t seen Emmett, I wanted to be sure and thank him too.”
“He said he had a quick errand to run, oh look he’s coming in now. And Drew is with him!”
Debbie set down the brownies and ran over and hugged Drew, “Baby welcome home! We’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you all too, when Emmett told me about what happened with Michael and Ben’s group home I wanted to come and help out.”
“I’ll go get them for you!” Debbie scurried away and grabbed Michael who was in the middle of a conversation with Ted. Then she waved over Ben.
Ben walked up and shook Drew’s hand, “You came all this way to help us, thank you.”
“What you guys are doing is awesome. But, I’m also came here for Emmett.”
Michael grinned, “Well sure. The long distance romance thing can’t be very fun.”
Drew shook his head, “No, I mean Emmett here told me that he used to have a dream of opening a youth home himself, but his plans fell through. And since I’ve decided that I’m going to do everything possible to make sure all of Emmett’s dreams come true I figured I could start by giving you guys this.”
He handed Michael a check, “Oh my god. With this kind of money we could buy a palace!”
Debbie grabbed the check, “Holy Shit! Drew! I’ve never seen so many fucking zeros before.”
Ben looked over and saw the dollar amount, “Drew, thank you but this is way too much. We couldn’t possibly accept this.”
He tried to hand to check back, but Drew stopped him, “Take it for the boys. Everybody deserves a second chance. ”
Pittsburgh
Babylon
Later that night…
After the spaghetti dinner Brian suggested everyone go over to Babylon and work off the carbs on the dance floor. The place was packed with hot guys, most of whom were eyeing Brian and Justin. One particular, milky-skinned blond kept giving Brian a slow over, but Brian hadn’t taken the bait. Seeing this, Justin said, “He’s been cruising you all night.”
Brian smirked. “Who hasn’t?”
“I can go get him for you, we can take him back to the loft if you want.”
Brian shook his head and tightened his grasp on Justin, “I don’t need a cheap imitation when I’ve got the real thing right here.”
Justin started to kiss Brian when the music stopped and all the house lights came on, “What the fuck!” Brian shouted.
A team of uniformed men walked in the club. One held out a badge and announced. “This establishment is being shut down by the Pennsylvania Liquor Control Board. Are the owners, of the holding company Kinnetik Incorporated Brian Kinney and Theodore Schmidt here?”
Ted ran up, “Right here, right here. I’m sure there’s some kind of mix up here. All of our paper work is in order and we have a very strict policy against allowing minors into the establishment.”
Brian walked up. He was angry, but he managed to calmly ask, “I’m Brian Kinney. What’s the problem?”
“Did you recently transfer partial ownership of all your holdings over to Mr. Schmidt, here?”
“Yes, and I had my attorney update all the necessary documents. So, why are you here?”
A detective walked up to Ted, “The terms of your probation and plea agreement after your 2003 arrest clearly stated that you may never pursue any adult business endeavors again.
Brian scoffed, “This is a night club, not an adult business.”
The detective stepped over to face Brian, “Really, so if I were to take a look in that back room over there, I wouldn’t find any adult activities going on?”
When Brian didn’t say anything the detective said, “Mr. Schmidt, you’re under arrest for violation of your probation. Please put your hands behind your back.” |
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