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Part Eight
“Forever”
A month later… December 10th 2002
Brain’s POV
I’m walking down the streets of Liberty Avenue with Michael and he’s talking up a storm about going to visit Ben’s family at Christmas time.
“What does Dan think of this?” I ask him, knowing Dan wouldn’t be too thrilled that his baby boy was going to be gone on Christmas.
Sighing, he stops to look in the window of one of the shops. “He’s not happy, but it’s about time I don’t do everything my daddy tells me too, right?”
I pat him on the back and laugh. “I don’t believe it Michael. You’re finally growing up.”
“You did first though. I mean look at you.” He points at my huge stomach and smiles big. “I’m really proud of you, Brian. I never thought I would say this, but I love the new you.”
I roll my eyes and keep walking. It still makes me feel a little strange when people mention how much I’ve changed. I mean, I’m still Brian Kinney. It’s not like I’ve gone through plastic surgery to look like somebody else.
“You plan on asking him?”
Ok, what did I miss, plan on asking who, what? “Huh?”
It’s Michael’s turn to roll his eyes at me. “Do you plan on asking him?” He repeats himself, but this time points at the display of engagement rings sitting in the window of the jewelry store we were standing by.
I shake my head quickly before walking as fast as I can down the sidewalk. Michael has to run to catch up.
“Brian, wait up, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought that with Noah on the way and stuff that you guys would, ya know, get married.”
“Why would we do that? I mean, what’s the point if we would just get divorced anyway?”
Michael looks at me weird and shakes his head. “You don’t know that you would get divorced.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why wouldn’t we, everybody gets a divorce these days.”
“Your parents never got divorced.” Michael points out.
“Yeah, well they should have.” I mumble and continue walking.
*****@****
Walking into the diner a few hours later, I’m finally alone. Well, as alone as you can be when in a room full of people. What I mean is Michael finally left me the fuck alone. For the last few hours he’s been going on and on about the whole fucking marriage thing.
Flopping down at the counter I turn my coffee cup over and take a deep breath.
“What’s eating you?”
I look up to see Dan looking at me, coffee pot in his hand. “Nothing, just leave me alone.” I grumble.
Ok, that was probably the wrong thing to say because before I know it he’s leaning on the counter, worry written all over his face. “Ok, spill.”
I glare at him and look pointedly at my coffee cup. “Can I have my coffee please? The last time I checked this WAS a place to get food.”
He shakes his head and instead pours me a cup of decaf tea. “What the fuck is this?”
“That is what a pregnant person is supposed to drink; I’m surprised Sunshine is letting you drink coffee.” He puts the pot down and leans on the counter again. “Now are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on, or am I going to have to slap it outta ya?”
I don’t say anything and just take a sip of the disgusting tasting liquid that was supposed to be tea.
“Well, I have a feeling this has to do with Justin.” He simply states, and I don’t even look up.
“What are you two fighting over this time?”
I look up at him and roll my eyes. “We aren’t fighting over anything, now drop it.” I reach into my pocket for a dollar bill to pay for my drink and throw it onto the table, not noticing that I also threw one of the little booklets Michael had gotten from the jewelry store he made me go into.
Just my luck Dan sees it and gets that dreamy look in his eyes and smiles big. “Oh my God!”
I shake my head and grab the booklet from his hand. “Don’t you start too. Your son is the one that shoved this in my hand. I’m not getting married!”
He looks at me with angry eyes. The dreamy look gone as quickly as it had come. “And why the fuck not? Doesn’t Sunshine deserve to be happy, and doesn’t that kid of yours deserve to have both his parents?”
“He will have both his parents. We don’t have to be married for that.” I point out, getting ready to turn around and walk out. I came into the diner to get away from all this shit.
“You know that’s a bunch bull shit as much as I do, Brian.” He simply states, looking me into his eyes.
I quickly look down at the floor, or where the floor used to be. Now all I can see is my huge stomach.
“You want to marry him just as much as he does…don’t you, Brian?”
Again I don’t say anything, just look downward before I turn around and walk out of the diner. God, I’m so fucked.
*****@*****
Justin’s POV
It’s already almost 11pm and I’m still sitting in my studio at PIFA trying to finish up a project that is due tomorrow. Since all the stuff with Brian and the baby has been going on, I haven’t had much of a chance to do my school work. Sure, I love Brian and I love Noah, but somehow I’ve got to figure out how to spend equal time on both.
I’m sketching like crazy when I hear somebody walking in the hallway outside my studio. Who in their right mind is still here at this time of night? Guess, I’m not the only one who is doing crunch time.
The door slowly opens and the one person I wasn’t expecting is poking his head in the room. “Ethan, what are you doing here?”
He shoves his hands in his pockets after setting his ever present violin down on the ground. “I had to go talk to this one kid who is making my next cover and I saw your light was still on, so I just thought I would stop by.” He rambles.
I can’t help but smile slightly. “Yeah, well it’s late and I’ve really got to get this finished. It’s due tomorrow and I’m nowhere near done.” I sigh, looking at the piece of paper in front of me.
Before I know what’s happening he’s behind me, looking over my shoulder. He’s way too close for my comfort. “I’m surprised to see you’re not already finished. You normally staid on top of your school work.”
“I’ve been busy.” I mumble, trying to scoot away from him as much as possible.
“Yeah, I’ve heard. Guess I should be saying congratulations.” He says, stepping away from me, rolling his eyes. “You know things will still turn out like they did before. You’ll be unhappy, but you might not have somebody like me to sweep you off your feet and save your ass.”
With that he grabs his violin off the floor and walks out of the room.
I sit there in shock for what seems like hours before I let out a deep breath. I know what Ethan said wasn’t true, but I can’t help, but not let his words get to me.
Looking down at my left hand, I sigh. As long as there isn’t a ring on this finger, I know that there is always the possibility that things won’t work out. Shaking those thoughts from my head, I quickly turn back to my work, wanting to get out of there as soon as I can, and get back to Brian.
*****@*****
Brian’s POV
I’m not sure what I’m doing standing in front of the same jewelry store from earlier in the day, but for some reason I can’t seem to leave. Something deep down inside of me is telling me that I should take the risk, throw all caution to the wind, and just go for it. Taking one last deep breath I walk into the store and begin looking through the different cases.
After looking for about fifteen minutes one ring catches my eye. It’s just a simple white gold, no diamonds and it doesn’t even cost every much, but for some reason it just screams, Justin. I automatically know this is the ring I have to get.
Walking over to the man who is behind the counter I clear my throat. “Excuse me?”
He looks up and I’m sure I can see shock in his eyes. Oh great, just what I need somebody who recognizes me. Even though most of Liberty Avenue knows I’m no longer fucking around anymore, it hasn’t really stopped anybody from flirting.
“Yes?”
“I would like to buy that ring.” I say, pointing at the ring in the case next to me.
He smiles and takes the ring out of the case, handing it to me to look at. “Is this what you want?”
I can tell he’s even more shocked that I’m buying Justin a ring that is barely 300 dollars, but what I’ve learned from Justin over the years is that money doesn’t matter when it comes to stuff like this. I know this ring is perfect for Justin. “I said I wanted to buy it, didn’t I?”
“Of course.” He says, going into the back of the store to wrap up the ring. A few minutes later he comes back out front with a little black velvet box. “Here you go, Mr. Kinney.”
Grabbing the box from his hand, I quickly walk out of the store, slightly hoping nobody saw me.
*****@*****
Justin’s POV
When I finally get to my car it’s almost 3am, and I’m sure Brian is scared to death, wondering where I am. I had tried calling the loft and his cell phone at least three times throughout the night, but there wasn’t an answer. So, I guess in a way I’m just as worried about him as he probably is about me. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been imagining that I would come home to see him lying on the floor in a bloody mess because there was some type of complications. Yeah, ok, everybody has said that my imagination is a little too off the wall sometimes. Ether way, I’m getting home late and I pray to god I’m not going to be ‘punished’ for it.
Pulling up in front of the loft I’m happy to see that the Jeep is parked in its normal spot. I park my car right behind it and punch the code in the door. It’s sort of funny that Brian hadn’t changed the code after I moved out. In a way it’s comforting to know that I was sort of still allowed up there if needed. Getting into the elevator I yawn, all I want to do is climb into bed and snuggle up to Brian, falling fast asleep. Once I reach our floor I get out of the elevator and unlock the loft door.
It’s almost totally dark in the loft besides a small lamp on in the living room. By the small amount of light I can see Brian lying on the couch with what looks like a campaign board resting on his pregnant stomach. The sight brings a smile to my face, the poor guy passed out while working. Walking quietly to him, I slowly remove the board and am about to put it down on the coffee table when something catches my eye.
What in the world would Brain be doing a campaign about marriage statistics in the US? But sure enough that’s what the board is talking about. It’s all about how many people in the large cities around the country get divorced. I’ve heard Brian at least a million times talk about how he wished his parents would have just gotten divorced. At the time, I thought he was insane. I was scared about my own parents’ divorce and I couldn’t understand how anybody would actually WANT that to happen. Then the more I thought about it, the more I just let it go. My parents are still my parents even if they aren’t married. Ok, so yeah, we had talked about it before but that still doesn’t explain this strange add. It doesn’t even look like a normal add campaign. Almost looks like a poster you would stick around a high school.
That’s when I look at it closer. There at the bottom is some fine print. I have to move to stand under the light to be able to read it.
“Those are the statistics; do you think we can survive them?” I read out-loud softly over and over again. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, and why in the world do they seems so personal, as if the add is talking right to me?
I look down at Brian’s sleeping face and he looks so peaceful that I don’t want to wake him. Reaching to the back of the couch to grab the afghan, I notice something lying by Brian’s side. Carefully, I reach between his body and the couch and take the small velvet box in my hands. Ok, now I’m really confused. What is this and why did Brian have it? My mind is screaming at me to open it, but the other part of me is scared to death. What if it isn’t even mine? What if it was a present for Levi or something? Taking one last deep breath, I open the box to see the simple white gold ring sitting in it. At that very moment the small words at the bottom of the board come into my head and make a picture in my mind. Without thinking about what I was doing I drop the box on the floor in shock and it lands with a thud.
*****@*****
Brian’s POV
I’m having the best dream. I gave Justin the fake campaign board and the ring and we are making love by candlelight. Then right as I’m about to enter Justin there is this loud sound and it jars me awake. Blinking a few times I see Justin standing next to the couch with a shocked _expression on his face. Automatically, I fear the worst thinking something really bad had happened.
“Justin, what’s wrong?” I ask in a groggy, half asleep kind of voice.
When he doesn’t say anything, I stand up as fast as I can and take him by the shoulders. “God damn-it Justin, what the hell is wrong with you?”
I watch as his eyes drop to the ground, as my own follow his gaze I see the ring box on the floor. Oh fuck, he found it without me knowing it. My whole plan was fucked. “Justin…I uh can explain.” I mumble like an idiot.
He turns to look at me again and I can see fear in his eyes now. “If you’re going to tell me that….that ring and that campaign board mean nothing, then save yourself the trouble.” He says quickly before turning to walk out of the loft.
I’m surprised my action time is as good as it is, since I just woke up and I quickly grab his shoulder and turn him to face me. “It does mean something.”
“Brian…don’t ok, I know it doesn’t mean what I want it to mean.”
Smiling a little, I tilt my head to the side in question. “Oh yeah, and what is it that you want it to mean?”
He tries to pull out of my grasp, but I’ve got a firm hold on his arm. “Don’t you dare walk out on me again and not allow me to say what I want.”
I’m not prepared for the tears I see in his eyes when he turns to look at me again. He looks so defeated. I haven’t seen that look in Justin’s eyes in a long time. Ever since we got back together he has been so strong, hasn’t let anything bother him. But now, I see the seventeen year old that I first met standing by a lamppost. He’s scared. I know that he opened his heart up to me again, and he’s afraid that I’m going to let him down. Well, you know what Sunshine this time around you’re going to have your pants shocked off, because Brian Kinney is going to make everybody happy, including himself.
“Brian…please.” He begs.
I shake my head again. “No, you’re going to listen to me.” I let go of his arm and walk back to the couch, to grab the ring and board. “I’m assuming you saw these, am I correct?”
He nods his head slowly.
I nod back and clear my throat. “And you think they don’t mean anything, that what the board says is just something for work, and the ring for somebody else?”
Again he nods.
“Well, sorry to say this Sunshine but even though you may have gotten a 1500 on your SATs you’re still a stupid little twat.” Walking back to him I take his left hand in mine, grabbing his ring finger. When I bring it to my mouth to kiss it, I can see the tears that had been threatening to spill finally spilling.
“I love you Justin Taylor, and even though I don’t have a fucking clue how to be a husband, or a father, I’m willing to give both a shot.” Taking the ring out of the box, I slip it on his finger and kiss it again for good measure.
Letting go of his hand long enough to grab the board again, I point at the small print. “Do you think we can survive, Justin?”
He lets out a deep breath that I’m sure he has been holding in for the last two minutes and starts to cry. I’m a little taken off guard when I’m pulled into a huge hug.
“God, I love you” He sniffles into my ear as he holds me tight. At that moment, I’m sure I’ve done the right thing.
*****@*****
Justin’s POV
Brian Kinney just proposed to me. Sure, it was in a really strange way, but holy shit, it was the most romantic thing I had ever experienced. Sure, there weren’t any flowers, or candles or any shit like that, but it was Brian, and he was saying it all to me!
Finally letting go of him, I smile up at him. “You do know that you just made it final, you’re going to be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
He gets a mock horror look on his face. “You mean marriage is for life?”
I roll my eyes and smack him in the shoulder lightly. “You are such a dork, you know that?”
He laughs and kisses my nose. Yeah, ok the nose kiss was great, but I really think this occasion calls for something a little more than a nose kiss. Taking a hold of Brian’s head I crush my lips to his and kiss him deeply, passionately, as if this was our last kiss. I let everything I have in me come out in that kiss. It’s not even supposed to be sexual, just meaningful.
Finally after what seems like hours of kissing I pull back and stare into his eyes. “I’ve got to be the luckiest man alive.”
He looks at me strangely. “How so?”
“I’ve got the greatest man in the world, who even takes me back even when I cheated, even when I was ungrateful for anything you’ve done. You’re still here and we’re going to take that last final step in our relationship.”
I can tell I shocked Brian so much by that statement that he doesn’t even know what to say. So instead of making him feel weird about it I take his hand and smirk at him. “Care to come into the bedroom and help me make this night even more special?”
He does the famous Brian Kinney smirk and pulls me in for another breathtaking kiss. As we kiss, we back up to the bedroom, some how managing to climb the stairs, undress, and flip on the bed without breaking the kiss. Our love making has gotten a little difficult the larger Brian’s stomach gets, but after reading different parenting magazines we figured out some pretty useful tips.
Rubbing Brian’s stomach soothingly, I kiss all over the back of his neck. Listening to him moan has to be one of the best sounds I’ve heard. Next to that would have to be when we go to the doctor and hear Noah’s heart beat. I remember thinking that it sounded way too fast, and that something was wrong. Man, was I relieved to find out it was perfectly normal.
I’m shaken out of my thoughts by Brian’s hand finding its way down to my groin. Holy shit, his hands feel good. I can’t help but let out a deep moan, straight from my gut. “God…Brian.”
He smirks and continues to work his hand over my hard-on, making me harder then I was before, and precum starts to form at the tip. I close my eyes and let him work this insane torture on my hard dick.
Right when I feel like I’m about to cum his hand is gone. Opening my eyes quickly I look at him in shock. “Briaaan.” I whine like a little kid, I’m sure there is a very well defined pout on my lips too.
Rolling his eyes he laughs, leaning over to kiss my pout. “You look sexy with the pout, but I suggest you get all happy and bubbly again. Can’t have you fucking me when you’re all depressed and shit.”
*****@*****
Brian’s POV
I’m sure those words would get his attention and I’m not let down. Quickly the frown turns into a small smile, but the eyes still show shock.
“Are you sure, I mean we don’t have to do it that way.” He rambles on, showing how nervous he is all of a sudden. The only time I’ve let him inside of me was the morning Noah was brought into the picture, to be perfectly honest, I’m nervous too, but I’m not going to let that show.
“I’m sure, Justin. I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.” I say to reassure him. Moving so I’m lying down on my side, I run my hand up and down his thigh. I can’t help but smirk, when I see his dick twitch. “Come on, I know you want to.”
He laughs a little and moves around so he’s behind me. I don’t feel him touching me for a few seconds and I turn my head to look at him. “Justin, are you ok? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
He shakes his head and laughs. “I want to, believe me, I want to. I’m just a little freaked, I guess.”
It’s my turn to laugh as I turn back to face the wall. “You can’t get me pregnant again, ya know.”
He rolls his eyes and I can feel him reaching down to grab his cock, and before I know it I can feel the tip touching my hole. My first reaction is to move away. I’ve never been a bottom. Yeah, I’ve done it a few times, but not enough to say I’m all that comfortable doing it.
Sensing my nervousness, he leans down and kisses my cheek. “I’ll go slowly.” He whispers as he slowly starts to enter me. God, I forgot how much that stings at first. I close my eyes tight as he continues to move in slowly. Finally, he’s all the way inside and the best part happens. He hits my spot and I feel like I’m flying. Good bye pain, hello pleasure. God, it feels good to have him moving inside of me, just him, not the latex barrier that we’re used to. I can tell he’s having the same feeling, because by this point he’s moving fast and making those grunting and groaning sounds that only Justin can make.
*****@*****
Justin’s POV
Oh my fucking God! If somebody would have told me that it felt like you were floating on a cloud, fucking bareback, I would have laughed at them. Hell, it sounds pretty damn ridiculous, but that’s exactly how it feels. Brian is so soft inside that I feel like I’m moving in and out of a silk blanket. God, I’m not going to last long, I can already feel the tingling sensation going through my body already, telling me I don’t have much time.
I start to place soft kisses all over Brian’s neck again as I pump in and out of him hard. I wish we could do this face to face again, but with Brian’s seven month pregnant stomach it’s almost impossible and not comfortable for Brian.
From the noises Brian is making I know he’s not far behind. He’s not only meeting my thrust with wildness, he’s also making noises like I’ve never heard before. Not even the last time that I was inside him did he make noises like that? Sure, he’s never perfectly quiet in bed, but right now somebody would think we were having an orgy in here because it’s so damn loud.
Crap, I can feel it, I’m right there and I know there isn’t anything I can do about it. “I…I’m close.” I whisper in his ear, as my thrusts speed up even more.
“Me…too.” Is his response and its all that it takes and I thrust a few more times before barring myself deep inside of him, filling his bowels with my hot cum.
As I cum inside of him, he reaches his orgasm and showers the blankets in front of him. He hadn’t even touched himself the whole time, and he came. The one good thing about being pregnant. I slowly move out of him and flip back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
*****@*****
Brian’s POV
Once I feel Justin slip out of me, I turn around to face him. Giving him a soft kiss on the lips I smile big. “That was amazing.”
He actually blushes, but smiles the famous Sunshine smile. “Yeah, it was. The perfect way to finish off a great early morning.”
That’s when I look over at the clock and notice it’s almost five in the morning. Ok, so I don’t know about Justin, but it’s definitely bedtime for me.
With one last soft kiss on the lips, I mumble my goodnight before closing my eyes and passing out.
*****@*****
Justin’s POV
I lie awake for a few more minutes and watch Brian sleep. I don’t think I could ever get tired of watching the man I love the most sleep.
Looking down at his stomach, I can’t help but smile. In less then three months I’m going to be a dad. Sure, at first I was scared to death, but now, I can’t wait.
Closing my eyes, all images of what happened with Ethan earlier that night are gone from my mind as I snuggle up in Brian’s arms and fall fast asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Authors Note: There you have it folks, part eight is finished. I hope to have part Nine up soon, so in the meantime go ahead and review for this chapter and patiently wait for part nine.
XOXO
Steph
