testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2006-09-01 22:34:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: REALLY Not That Kind of Shower Scene
Written By: asm614
Timeline: Post-513
Rating: R
Author’s Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta, who knows who she is :)
You watch as he yanks the pot off of the hot plate of the coffee maker. Without missing a beat, he grabs the sugar and stares blankly as he allows a long stream of the white powder to fall into the murky brown liquid. He swirls it a bit and then brings the large glass container to his lips, taking a deep swig.
“I was going to have some too, do you need to contaminate it?” you look at him with mild distaste, gesturing at the mug you’ve just retrieved from the cupboard.
“Could you manage to not queen out this early in the morning?” he asks, looking at you through bleary eyes. “Besides,” he continues, “considering where your lips have been in the past, I don’t really see your problem.” He cocks an eyebrow at you and rolls his tongue into his cheek, daring you to argue.
You sigh and walk over to the refrigerator. As you gaze inside, something catches your eye. You pull out the gallon jug of orange juice and casually untwist the cap. Once you’re sure he’s watching, you avert your eyes, tilt back your head, and take a few gulps directly from the container; you know it drives him crazy. Once you’re finished, you meet his disgusted gaze with a smirk. He knows he’s been had. You lick your lips suggestively before recapping the juice and replace it on the shelf, letting the fridge door close with a thud.
“I fucking hate you.” He leaves the half-drained pot of coffee on the counter and retreats to the bedroom. His bathrobe is slowly untied and tossed on the bed, as he makes sure that you’re fully aware of his actions. In what you’re tempted to call an act of seduction, he saunters toward the bathroom naked, making a point to leave the door ajar. The shower starts a few seconds later.
You’re about to give in to his taunting when there’s a knock at the door. You realize it could really only be a limited number of people, because no one buzzed. There’s an unlock code required to enter the building, and Brian only doles it out sparingly.
You pull back the heavy metal slab to reveal Lindsay holding Gus in her arms. Both are bundled up to the hilt in an attempt to avoid the chill of what’s been an abnormally frigid winter.
“Sorry we didn’t call… Hi Justin,” Lindsay greets you with a smile. Gus waves merrily, and then cranes his neck around as he searches for Brian.
“It’s fine, c’mon in.” You step aside and allow them into the loft. Lindsay sets Gus down and helps him untie his scarf and unfasten the buttons on his coat. He thrusts his knit hat into her gloved hand and takes off toward the big screen television.
“Can’t miss Saturday morning cartoons,” Lindsay smiles ruefully after her five-year-old son, watching him hurriedly flip through the channels until he finds an episode of Jimmy Neutron that seems to satisfy him for the time being.
“I know how he feels,” you grin sheepishly. “I used to drive Brian crazy with the Powerpuff Girls back in the day. Lucky for one of us, I got over it a year or so ago.”
Lindsay laughs and pats you on the shoulder. “It’s okay. Brian needs something to keep him young… Especially now that he’s growing up so fast!” she remarks, and you both take a moment to reflect on the past year and all of the remarkable changes that have occurred in all of your lives, particularly Brian’s.
Once Lindsay has shed her own winter apparel, you both sit on the opposite end of the wrap-around sofa from Gus, where you can talk quietly, but keep him within eyesight. It seems weird to have her dropping in again all of the sudden. She and Melanie have been gone from Pittsburgh for nearly a year now, but she’s back in town with Gus for a few weeks while she helps her former boss set up an art show for a fairly well-known painter from the Boston area. You’re due back in New York in a few short weeks, just as soon as the holidays have passed.
“Oh Sunshine…” Brian sings out from the bathroom, making his presence known. You realize it never occurred to you to let him know that you had company.
You slowly glance over at Lindsay, feeling the blush creeping up on your cheeks, but her mischievous grin gives you another idea. Feeling like you’re back in the fourth grade, you give her a sly smile. “I dare you.”
Her mouth is twitching from her attempts to not laugh out loud as she glances back to the ajar bathroom door. “Do you think I should?” she asks, but stands up before you can answer. She discards her shoes so the heels don’t make noise as she tiptoes across the hardwood floor and then pauses when she gets to the bathroom doorway. When she looks back at you, and you don’t make any motion to stop, she winks and cautiously proceeds into the steamy room.
You realize the amount of money you would pay to have seen what is transpiring when you hear the rattling of the glass door being opened, followed by Lindsay’s voice purring, “Hey there big boy,” followed by an audible gasp and then a “Brian!” There are a few muffled shrieks, and then you can hear Brian’s laughter, a sure sign that he has taken the upper hand.
“You jackass!” Lindsay finally sputters once the noise of the water has stopped.
“You asked for it,” is Brian’s casual reply.
When you can’t take it anymore, you glance over at Gus and then jump up from the couch and run toward the bathroom. When you see what’s going on, you can’t help but laugh yourself.
Lindsay is sitting on the closed toilet lid now, looking something like a drowned rat. Her white blouse is clinging to her body, and her linen pants are completely waterlogged. Brian is standing on the bathmat, with a towel dangling from his fingertips, just enough to conceal the junction between his thighs. Amusement dances in his hazel eyes.
“Brian!” You look at him in disbelief.
He gives you a pointed glare. “I thought she was you.” By his tone, you can tell he really means, "Where the fuck were you, you little shit?" but he knew it was Lindsay from the beginning.
“I get that we’re both blonde and all…” you begin, smirking at him.
“I hope you know that I don’t have any other dry clothes with me,” Lindsay informs Brian. She’s trying to glare, but it’s clear that even she is a little entertained by the whole situation. “It’s practically below zero out there. I’m not leaving without dry clothes.”
Giving Linds a sympathetic look, you jog back into the bedroom and begin rummaging through a drawer of your clothes that still remain at the loft. The best you can come up with is an old pair of yoga pants and a Pitt sweatshirt from Daphne, in terms of something that might actually be small enough to fit her.
When you walk into the bathroom to give her the change of clothing, Brian wraps his hand tightly around your arm and looks to Lindsay. “Would you mind changing in the bedroom? Justin and I need to have a word.”
“Fine. Thanks, Justin.” She stands and takes the outfit from your arms.
“I hope you’re not too scarred,” you tease as she passes you.
She glances down at Brian’s partially covered midsection. “It’s alright, nothing intimidating there.” Giving Brian a sweet smile and a swat in the hip, she walks out of the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her.
“She got an eyeful, huh?” you say, trying to stop the corners of your mouth from turning up. You step closer and allow your fingertips to gently graze his collarbone. “Better watch out… might turn her straight again.”
“Well she said she wasn’t intimidated, didn’t she?” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear. He drops the towel, and you feel his erection spring up between your bodies, settling against his stomach. You realize then that holding the towel has solely been an act of suppression; you should’ve known. Modesty when it comes to nudity has never been one of Brian’s fortes.
“Gus is here!” you object a bit insistently as he tries to guide you in the general direction of his cock. “Do you seriously want to run the risk of scarring your son for life?”
Brian smirks. “It’s Saturday. He’s probably out there so absorbed in, what the fuck, Johnny Nitrogen or whatever, he’ll never notice. And besides that, what do you think has happened during his tenure living with two munchers?”
“It’s Jimmy Neutron,” you laugh. “Now come on, I’ll owe you one, okay?”
“Three. Possibly four.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Well, Mr. Kinney, you certainly do drive a hard bargain.”
Taking your hand and placing it firmly along his still erect shaft, he murmurs, “Yes. Yes I do.” His head bends down to your level and his lips capture yours, leaving you momentarily breathless. Despite your better judgment, you know he’s about to win this one.
By the time you emerge from the bathroom and redress, Lindsay, who has settled herself with Gus, glances up, an amused twinkle in her eyes.
When she opens her mouth to say something, Brian cuts her off abruptly. “Any further commentary you may feel the need to share regarding any recent events will be interpreted as wild, uninhibited jealousy toward my cock and its recipients. So, with that firmly established, let me make a point to remind you that you once, possibly even twice, had your chance and still traded it in for eating pussy –”
“Who’s eating kitty, daddy?” Gus pipes up, his big brown eyes wide with a sort of horrified curiosity. He’s been so quiet that you almost forgot he was there.
Lindsay snorts and you try to fight the grin on your face as you both prepare for Brian’s response to this one.
“No one, Sonny Boy. Not in this home, at least,” Brian answers smoothly, ruffling Gus’ hair as he sits down next to him. “It’s forbidden.”
Gus nods seriously. “Good. I bet kitties would taste yucky anyway,” he decides.
“That’s my boy!” Brian beams, but not without shooting Lindsay a smug look. She merely rolls her eyes, and you laugh, enjoying the familiarity of such an exchange. It’s the little things like that that make you revel in these occasional trips back to the Pitts.
“Gus, sweetie, why don’t you tell Daddy about some of the things you’ve been learning in school?” Linds suggests, desperate for a subject change.
“But I’m not in school now. It’s almost Christmas,” he points out.
“I know, honey, but you’ll be going back when we go home to Toronto, back to your class with all your friends.” She smiles at him encouragingly.
Gus thinks for a few moments and then grins at Brian. “Daddy, wanna hear something funny I learned at school from Austin?”
Lindsay frowns for a moment. “Gus…”
“It’s not bad, Mommy. It’s just a song.”
“A song?” Brian muses, clearly entertained. “What kind of song?”
“It’s like a game. With names. Like… your name! It goes: Daddy daddy bo baddy, banana fana fo faddy, me mi mo maddy. Daddy!” he sings, clearly very proud of himself.
“Wow, that’s quite a song!”
“Yeah, it’s so fun, and you can do any name,” Gus explains.
“Do you have any friends named Art?” Brian teases.
“Brian!” Lindsay wastes no time with admonishment as Gus ponders the suggestion, his lips moving slight as he sings the song to himself before bursting into giggles.
“Daddy!”
You grin at Brian. “I’m more entertained by the fact that your son called you ‘faddy’… or was it ‘fatty’?”
He pinches you lightly on your side. “I’m not a fad, and I’m certainly not fat, Sunshine… Unless we’re talking about –”
“So, lunch?” Lindsay suggests brightly, cutting Brian off before he can continue his sentence, since Gus is still half-paying attention to your conversation.
“Diner?” Brian relents, dropping the subject.
“Clothes?” Lindsay gestures at her loaned sweats, hanging loosely on her frame. “I’m certain they’re still soaked.”
Brian sighs. “I’ll drive you back to Deb’s to change, and then we can go to lunch. And,” he continues, “I’ll take care of the clothes. They’ll be dry-cleaned and returned to you this week.”
“You don’t have to do that, Brian. The pants will dry, and we wouldn’t all fit in the ‘Vette anyway.”
“First of all, you are aware that you were wearing Chanel, right? There’s no argument to be had. They’ll be dry-cleaned and returned.” He looks offended at the prospect for any other course of action on a garment of such a sacred label. “Secondly, I have the company car here too, for while you and Gus are in town.”
“Fine. Thank you,” Lindsay smiles finally, looking impressed with his thinking ahead. She turns to Gus. “Sweetie, let’s get you bundled up again. We’ll go visit Grandma Debbie for lunch. Would you like that?”
“Can I get ice cream?” He immediately looks to Brian first, which makes you laugh. Gus clearly knows his dad’s secretly quite thea pushover (and you might have that idea too).
“We’ll see, Sonny Boy. Let’s get going,” he replies non-commitally, eliciting a nod of approval from Lindsay. Gus smiles, knowing full well that “we’ll see” is Brian-speak for “yes.”
The four of you put on your coats, scarves, and gloves and head down to the car, Gus singing his new song along the way, starting with Lindsay’s name.
“He’s going to do that to everyone we see,” Brian mumbles to you as he unlocks the car, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He wants to sound annoyed, but you know he’s really not.
“Well then if I play my cards right, maybe we’ll run into my mom and Tucker at the diner…” you trail off quietly as you slide into the passenger seat of the car.
Brian chokes on a laugh. “Play nice, young man.” His hand reaches over to not-so-discreetly give your dick a gentle squeeze. “For now…. But you still owe me three later.”
Your mouth falls open in mock-protest. “That was from before, and it was only if I didn’t…” You glance over your shoulder at Lindsay and Gus, who’s still singing in the backseat, before continuing. “… and I did. So no, I don’t owe you anything,” you argue.
“Yes you do,” he nods without looking over at you as he steers the car onto the street and toward Liberty Avenue. When he reaches a stop sign, he pauses to glance over at you. He’s smirking. “I know what you did before.”
“See? Then my debt has been paid. Besides, after eating lunch at the diner, and being called a fatty by your own son… Think you could even handle three more?” you tease, covering his hand that rests atop the shifter.
He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head toward you, tongue back in his cheek. “You wouldn’t be willing to find out?”
You bite down on your bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to erupt. “What’s in it for me?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Dignity? Pride? My cock?”
“How do you figure? For the first two, I mean,” you ask, slightly confused, but curious.
“Sunshine,” he singsongs softly, mocking his tone from earlier in the morning. “I dare you.”
Your mouth falls open in a combination of amusement and surprise that you’ve been caught, and by the gleam in Brian’s eyes, as Gus loudly launches into your name, you have a feeling there’s something you’ll be ‘Bustin’ later.