“FLASHBACK”
Brian’s POV
Ok, Justin just fainted in front of me. That was defiantly not the reaction I was expecting. Hadn’t he always wanted a reason for us to have to be connected forever? Well, now it sure looks like he’s got one. Yeah, there aren’t any wedding rings or tuxedos, but I thought he would be jumping up and down. Then again, I don’t really know if I had planned on telling. All I knew was that this was not in my plan of fun things to do. Five months ago I wasn’t planning on letting him fuck me, and I defiantly wasn’t planning on the fucking condom breaking. The thing that I most defiantly wasn’t expecting was the news I found out from that scary son-of-a-bitch doctor three months ago.
FLASHBACK….THREE MONTHS EARLIER.
“I feel like shit.” I mumble to myself as I walk down the streets of Liberty Avenue. It’s a Friday night and I’m on my way to Babylon for some good sucking and fucking. Well, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing, but really I feel like it’s going to turn into running and puking.
“You seriously look like shit.” A voice says from behind me. I don’t even have to turn around to know Mikey, Ted, and Emmett are all looking at me. Looking up at the sky for some sort of miracle that they will go away, I turn around. Of course, tonight isn’t my night and they are still standing there watching me like hawks.
“Thanks a lot, Mikey.” I say before I keep on walking.
I hear him groan and come running up next to me. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
I stop and look at him. “I did? How was I supposed to take that comment Michael? It sure sounded like an insult.”
He looks at me totally confused. “What the hell is going on with you? Since when can’t you take an insult?”
I’m just about to laugh and tell him to just forget it and let’s go have fun when the strangest thing happens. Well, ok, maybe stranger things have happened than Brian Kinney puking on the side walk, but I have a feeling it’s probably the strangest thing people have seen tonight.
“Holy Shit…Brian!” That’s Michael again. At least I think that’s who it is. There are so many people talking around me at this point, I’m not sure what’s going on.
“Brian, are you ok? Talk to me.”
I open my eyes and look up at Michael from my crouched position. “I’m not unconscious, Mikey.” I groan and stand up on shaky legs.
Emmett and Ted are right by our sides again and helping to hold me up.
“I think he should see a doctor.” I hear Emmett say.
“I know somebody who has a practice open twenty-four hours a day. Supposed to be for STD testing and such, but I’m sure they would give Brian’s tummy a once over.” Ted says laughing.
I shake my head and try to move away. “No fucking way. I’m not going to some crazy ass doctor. I’m fine.”
Michael snorts. “Yeah, right, I’m sure the whole gay population of Pitts knows the great Brian Kinney tossed his cookies on the sidewalk outside of Babylon. So, don’t even try to tell me that you’re ok.”
Before I know it, I’m actually letting the Three Amigos pull me down the street. That is until they stop in front of one of the most run down buildings on Liberty Avenue.
Emmett looks at Ted like he has lost his mind. “You’ve gotta be joking, Teddy. This place has gotta be a total mess.”
Ted shakes his head and looks right at me. “You’re going to love Doctor Trimminvine.”
Again I shake my head a trillion times until I feel like I’m going to pass out. “I’m not seeing anybody by the name of Doctor Trimminvine, especially not in a building like that. If you guys are SOOO worried about me, why doesn’t one of you take me to my own doctor tomorrow morning?
Michael looks up at the building and then at me before pushing me up to the stairs. “Get in there. I know for a fact you don’t even have a doctor, at least one that isn’t a fuck buddy.”
Rats, why does the little fucker have to know me so well? Looking at the building again, I think about how this can’t be too bad. I mean, his office is on Liberty Avenue, so he’s got to be gay, right? Smirking, I push the door open and walk in. The room I walk into isn’t all that bad actually.
“Can I help you?”
I turn my head to see a young man, probably even younger then Justin sitting behind a desk playing a game boy. I think the smile on my face has just gotten bigger. Yes, this night is going to be fun after all.
“Yeah, I think you can. I have friends outside who are insisting I see some crackpot by the name of Doctor Trimminvine.”
The boy laughs at me and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t be calling the Doc a crackpot if I was you.” He said, pointing towards a door where this huge man is standing in a lab coat. Holy shit, that guy is huge. I thought Zack O’Toole was big, or some of the guys I’ve seen at the Meat Hook, but this guy is insane. For once in my life, I actually feel intimidated around another human being that isn’t my father.
“You wanted to see me?” His deep voice booms.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up straighter and try to shake off the fear I’m feeling. “Yup, I’ve got a stomach ache, thought maybe you could help?” I say seductively.
He just grunts at me and walks back through the door. Looking back at the kid, he mouths ‘good luck’ and I follow the huge doctor back into what looks like a normal exam room. This is going to be fun. I haven’t gotten to play doctor in a while.
“Go ahead and take your shirt off and lie on the table.”
I do as he says throwing my shirt onto the floor and flopping back on the exam table. “So, what do you think could be wrong, doc?”
Walking over to me he starts pushing on my stomach and it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. This defiantly isn’t turning out like I would have hoped. He’s grunting and groaning now, but not how I would have liked.
“I’m going to need some blood.” He says standing up and going to the counter.
“That sounds kinky.” I say laughing.
I don’t get the reaction I would have wanted though. He glares at me and rolls his eyes. Then he comes at me with this huge needle. Ok, maybe it’s not that big, but god, I hate needles. Ever wonder why you don’t see me shooting up in the backroom of Babylon?
“No way are you sticking that thing in me!” I exclaim getting off the table.
He’s laughing at me now. “Brian, come on, get back on the table so I can take some blood. You want to be able to tell your friends you got checked out, right?”
“I don’t care if I do or not. You are not sticking me with that.” I say pointing at the needle in his hand.
“What If I told you I think you’re pregnant and that I need to run blood to find out?”
OK, he didn’t just say what I thought he did. Nah, I’ve got to be hearing things. Maybe I’ve got an ear infection or something and it’s making my stomach hurt. Yeah, that’s the problem.
“Doc, you’re great and all, but there is no fucking way I’m pregnant.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe so, but we’re not going to know unless we get some blood.”
“Brian, are you ok in there?” I hear Mikey say through the door. Oh great, they decided to come in after all. This is all I need for them to hear this crackpot talking about ME out of all people being knocked up.
I thrust my arm at the doctor and close my eyes. “Get it over with.” I groan when the needle goes into my arm. God, this is so not my night.
After he finishes I find myself sitting around bored out of my mind. The room has nothing cool to look at. What is taking the big ogre so long? It’s been fifteen minutes and he’s still over there messing around with test tubes and other weird things. God, I feel like I’m stuck in a weird
Sci-Fi movie.
“Do you want to know the results of you blood work?” I hear him say.
“Fuck yeah! I want to get out of here.” I pretty much yell.
“You’re pregnant.”
That was the last thing I remembered before the world went black.
END OF FLASHBACK….
Alright, maybe that was a reaction I could have expected. God, I hope he didn’t hurt his head too badly. I’m on the floor next to him now, trying to get him to wake up.
“Justin come on, wake up.”
He grumbles a little bit before he opens his eyes. I let a sigh of relief past my lips and smile at him. “Scared me there for a second.”
Justin’s POV
I look up at Brian and groan. I was just having the weirdest dream. I’m sure I heard Brian tell me he was pregnant and I was the father. That’s just crazy stuff. Brian Kinney, pregnant. I would be laughing if my head didn’t hurt so much from falling on the hardwood floor. I sit up slowly and for the first time since I woke up really look at Brian. That’s when I know it wasn’t a dream. He’s wearing the same baggy gray sweats, same baggy t-shirt. Oh shit, my life is ending. I stand up as quickly as I can and move for the door again. I’ve got to get out of here.
“Justin, don’t go.”
I hear Brian say the three words I had wanted to hear three months ago. Why aren’t they as comforting now? Taking a deep breath I turn around and look at him.
“Brian, I don’t know what you want from me? We aren’t together anymore. I’m not your boyfriend or your lover. What do you want?”
He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes and when he finally does, I think my heart is going to break.
“I don’t know what or if I want anything from you Justin, but maybe someday your son might.”
God, why in the world did you do this to me? I’m only nineteen years old. I’m not ready to be a dad!
“I’ve got to go, Brian. See you tomorrow at the diner.” With that I turn around and walk out the door. I can’t make life altering decisions in a blink of an eye anymore. I’m older than that. I’ve got to think things over before I do them. That was something Brian always told me. Now I just hope he doesn’t give up on me before I have a chance to figure out what I want…once again.
TO BE CONTINUED….
