qaf_drabbles [philflam]

“What the fuck?” 

Brian walked into his loft to find his four Milan leather chairs covered by his $800 duvet.  “Justin, Daddy said a bad word,” giggled Gus. 

Justin stuck his head out, “Hi, Lindsay brought Gus by.” 

“We made a fork,” said Gus.

“A fort, Gus.  Every kid needs a fort, right?”

Then Justin realized that Brian’s father had probably never built a fort or anything else with his son.  “Come on in.”

Brian ducked to get in, in his Armani suit and Prada shoes, and sat cross-legged amongst toys, popcorn, and soda.  Justin had never loved him more.