Gusmas 2011: The Worst Holiday Season Ever XIX-XX Title: The Worst Holiday Season Ever Setting: post-513 with Justin still in New York Summary: It's not like Brian hates the Holiday season. He loathes it. And on Thanksgiving, Justin gives him one more reason to. Author's Note This starts on a Thanksgiving and follows all 37 prompts in order. Sometimes it's one prompt!day per fic!day, sometimes I use more than one prompt to tell a day in the fic. Does that make sense? I hope it does when you read it.
Prompts: # December 12 - Don't Sell Me Short # December 13 - Like father, like son
Don't Sell Me Short “I think Gus loves his new toy.” Lindsay runs a hand over Brian's back, beaming at him somewhat proud. As if it's a surprise to her that he does possess one or the other dad-like quality.
“You sure he didn't just steal it off his latest twink?” Mel comments, arms crossed over her chest.
“Please don't sell me short, Mel,” Brian responds, his voice saccharine-sweet. “I bought it with my own allowance and everything.” He grins at her. “Besides, I'm sure the two of you would put better use to some twink's toys than Gus.”
Like Father, Like Son Brian helps Gus put together his crane and they play with it for hours, loading and unloading the little truck that came with it.
“Gus, it's time for bed,” Lindsey interrupts their little scenario. “You can play with your dad some more tomorrow.”
Gus puts on a scowl.
“Listen to your momma, Sonny Boy. And no scowling. It's gives you premature jowls.”
At his dad's apparently hilarious words, Gus launches himself at Brian, digging his little fingers into his sides.
Lindsay can't help but smile as she realizes that Brian is just as ticklish as her son.