vlredreign (vl_redreign) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2009-12-25 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: vl_redreign, gusmas 2009 |
The 37 Days Of Gusmas
Title: Christmas At Britin
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Christmas
Notes: This one was hard to get down. Sorry if it seems to end abruptly, but I didn't want to get too far afield. Special thanks to qafmaniac for the beautiful artwork at the end. Love you, Tita!!!
I
Brian rolled over and tried to decide if it would be rude to wake Justin up for a blowjob. He sometimes got cranky when Brian did that. Then Justin turned and shoved his ass against Brian’s cock, and Brian thought a fuck wouldn’t be remiss. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He’d barely got a finger in when the door slammed open and Gus dove on the bed.
“Daddy, it’s Christmas, get up getupgetup!!!!” he screamed.
Justin groaned and attempted to shove his head under his pillow.
“Gus, go wake up your moms.”
Merry fucking Christmas.
II
Brian needed two things. Okay, three things: coffee, a shower and a blowjob. He got the first two, faster than he would have liked. The third was waiting when he and Justin reached the kitchen.
Melanie sat with one hand propping her head and the other wrapped around a mug. “It just finished,” she mumbled.
Brian grunted something that sounded like ‘thanks’, and made two cups. He handed one to Justin, who grunted in kind. “Where’s Gus?”
“Getting dressed. Explain the underwear thing.”
Brian sighed. “Do we have to do this now?”
“Preferably before he gets down here.”
“All right.”
III
“When you guys were here for Thanksgiving, I took Gus to the bathroom at the diner. He went first, then I went. He asked me why I wasn’t wearing underwear. I told him that big boys didn’t have to. He said ‘oh’. I thought that was the end of it.” Brian shrugged.
Justin let his head drop to the table, trying and failing to hide his laughter. Brian kicked at him.
“He decided that he didn’t have to wear any, because daddy doesn’t. Fix this,” Mel warned.
“Fine.” Brian noticed that it was still dark. “What time is it?”
“Six.”
IV
Brian was attempting to explain to Justin that offering to help with dinner meant starting early. Justin wasn’t having it, and was turning to go upstairs when Gus intercepted him on the landing.
“Justin, is it time for presents?”
“I think your mom wants you to eat first,” he said.
“Aww, I wanna see what Santa brought.”
“Soon. Go on, she’s waiting for you.”
Justin was just about to fall on the bed when his phone rang. Mom.
“We’re on our way, honey, make sure the oven is preheating, the turkey is ready to go in.”
It was a conspiracy.
V
Gus and JR tore though the pile of gifts. Molly had squeed over her new tote bag and hugged Brian hard enough to hurt. Jennifer and Debbie were in the kitchen, taking over and putting anyone foolish enough to wander in to work. Brian had been smart enough to fill a carafe of coffee before they began. Justin was leaning against Brian’s shoulder, drifting in and out of sleep.
Brian seemed to be getting a second wind as he connected the Wii console and showed Gus how to use the remote. Within minutes they were bowling, and Brian was losing.
VI
Justin snuck upstairs while Brian was trying to figure out how Gus was beating him at bowling. He sprawled on the bed and thought briefly about his gifts. Of course he considered the house to be one of them, but the others were even better. An American Express Card with unlimited flyer miles, and a trip to Necker Island after his show next month. A week in the Caribbean on a private Island with Brian, alone. He fell asleep dreaming about the hot sex they would have.
He was awakened by water on his face.
“What the –“
“Up, Princess.”
VII
Brian stood at the bottom of the stairs and grinned as Justin screeched indignantly at Daphne. He heard laughing, then running as Daphne attempted to elude her best friend. She pelted down the stairs and hid behind Brian. Justin followed, annoyed.
“Move, Brian.”
“Now, now, Justin, didn’t your mother teach you it’s not nice to hit girls?”
“She hits!”
“Yes, I remember. Anyway, it’s after nine. The pony will be here shortly.”
“Fine.” Justin stepped forward and hugged Daphne. “Brian, did you talk to Gus about the underwear?”
“Not yet.”
“Underwear?” Daphne asked.
“Long story. Listen, I have an idea…”
VIII
The pony arrived, and Gus was incoherent with happiness. Brian took Gus aside to have a little father-son chat.
“Hey, Gus, listen. Your moms are mad about the no underwear thing.”
“But Daddy, you said –“
“I know, but look. You need them on now, because it’s cold out, and you’re about to ride the pony. You could hurt yourself if you’re not wearing them.”
“How?”
“You could squash your…you know, then they won’t work right.”
“I fell off my bike once, and hurt myself down there.”
“Yes. Just like that. So you have to wear them, okay?”
“Well…okay, Daddy.”
IX
Brian and Justin stood with Melanie, Lindsay and JR as Gus was led around the grounds. His joy was evident in the way he sat tall in the saddle, the way he listened to the trainer’s commands, and his laughter, which reached his parents.
“Okay, Brian, you win. You managed to derail Gus from wanting a pet, and going skiing. Oh, and wearing underwear,” Mel remarked.
“Oh, we’re still going skiing. Just not until his next break. We talked about it yesterday.”
“How’d you change his mind about underwear?” Lindsay asked.
“He decided protecting his nuts was a better idea.”
X
The house filled over the next few hours. Brian was glad he went with the formal dining room furnishings. It seated twenty-two people. Brian felt as if there were twice that already.
Dinner was a lot calmer than Deb’s house. Maybe it was because everyone was at the table, and not spread all over. Everyone in his life, directly or through others, was here, and Brian was okay with that.
He and Justin helped clean up afterwards, then ushered everyone out. Justin walked down the driveway, and looked back at the house, and thought, this was the best Christmas ever.