It's funny how no matter how far you
go in life it only takes seconds to bring you back to where you started.
–Anonymous
Epilogue
6 months later........
“Dad?” I heard being bellowed through the house as I
pulled a pan of chicken parmesan out of the oven.
“In here, Gus.”
He strode into the kitchen and plopped his messenger bag down on the kitchen
chair. “Hey,” he said to me, smiling and peering over my shoulder at dinner.
“Hey yourself. How was your first day back at school?”
“Awesome.” He seemed a little bit giddier than usual.
No need for alarm I told myself. He’s allowed to be happy. “Where’s Dad?” He
asked popping a piece of bread into his mouth.
“He should be home any minute. New account.” I handed
him some plates out of the cabinet so he could set the table.
He set the table silently and I noticed he was smiling the entire time. Now,
it’s normal for Gus to smile. He is naturally a happy kid. But he’s wasn’t just
smiling. He was fucking beaming from ear to ear.
Just then I heard the front door open and the sounds of cursing and shoes being
kicked across the foyer.
“Did you leave your shoes in front of the door again?” I asked Gus.
“Oops.” He shrugged and continued to smile.
Brian stormed into the kitchen and glared at Gus.
“I don’t spend hundreds of dollars on diesel sneakers so you can leave them all
over the fucking house.”
“Jesus Christ, what’s up your ass?” Gus set the last plate down and smirked at
his father.
“Nothing.” Brian grumbled and lightly kissed my cheek
as he passed me on his way to the wine.
“Well THAT’S not the truth. I hear you sometimes. ‘That’s it Justin. Fuck
me.’” He made a girly voice as he tried to imitate his father in the throws
of passion. I blushed immediately and if looks could kill Gus would be have
been dead where he stood from Brian’s eyes.
“Why the fuck are you so happy?” Brian asked as he
poured himself and me a glass of wine. He sat at his normal place at the dinner
table and Gus sat across from him, with a raised eye brow.
“I’m not allowed to be in a good mood?” Gus asked buttering his bread.
Brian raised an eye brow at him and swished his wine around in his glass. “Mmmm. Of
course. So, how was school?”
“Awesome.” Gus and I both answered at the same time as
I brought dinner to the table.
Brian grinned at me and I touched his cheek gently. I know it sounds
ridiculously lesbianic but I don’t think I have ever
been more in love than I have been this last year.
After the whole unconventional wedding Brian and I had at Michael and Ben’s,
our life could not have been any better. We waited until Gus was done with his
freshman year at school and then took a month long vacation to
STD’s.
Almost every type of disease you could think of including diabetes and cancer.
And of course, HIV.
Our trip through
We did E in
He told me he loved me in front of
He told me he never knew it would be like this as he pushed inside me in our
king size bed in a tiny bed and breakfast in
When we got back it was like nothing could touch us. Even though I was a little
overwhelmed with trying to get 7 paintings done for the
And last night he stood in the doorway of my studio with the widest grin on his
face that I had ever seen, waving two pieces of paper around in the air I knew
that from now on nothing could break us.
All results from our tests had come back for the second time in 6 months.
Negative.
Negative.
I knew he wanted to fuck me right there where I stood. Just bend me over my art
table and ram into me, no lube, no condom, no nothing, but he knew I needed
more than that.
That this had to be done right. It had to be perfect
for me. And he wanted to give me that.
Brian wanted to give me everything.
We knew Gus was going to be spending the night at Joey’s tonight. So we decided, tonight was going to be the night. Nothing
could ruin this. Nothing WOULD ruin this.
I had plans for a hot bath followed by candlelight love making in our bed.
Okay, okay so a little too romantic even for Brian, but he was going to get to
fuck me raw. I think he would be able to overlook it.
I was broken out of my daze by an odd declaration by Gus.
“I want to join band.”
Brian stopped mid bite, his fork hanging in the air.
“Huh?” he asked.
“I want to join band,” Gus said matter-of-factly.
“Wouldn’t you rather play soccer?” Brian asked.
“Or join art club?” I chimed in.
Gus rolled his eyes and let out a huge sigh. “This may come as a surprise to
the both of you, but I’m my own person.”
“We never said you weren’t Gus.” I butter Brian’s bread for him and he gives me
a tiny smile.
Yeah, this is they way things are now.
“Okay, so what do you want to play in band, Gus? Guitar?
Bass? Drums?” Brian asked.
“Violin.” Gus answered.
Brian dropped his fork on his plate and it echoed through the kitchen like a
knife in my stomach.
“No fucking way.”
“WHY?” Gus asked, gaping at Brian.
“Cause there will be no violin music played in this house.” Brian looked at me
with fire in his eyes. “Ever.”
Gus looked between the Brian and me a few times and frowned.
“That’s such BULLSHIT! You can’t tell me what instrument I can play in the
fucking band!”
“Why the hell do you want to join band anyway! You’re not a fucking nerd!”
Brian yelled.
I touched his hand and he calmed a bit.
“Uncle Mikey was a nerd! And you were friends with
him!” Gus argued back.
“Uncle Mikey read comic books and wore loafers. He
didn’t play fucking violin in the fucking school BAND!”
“Brian, calm down. Gus should be able to do what he wants. He’s 16 for Christ’s
sake.” I had to admit Brian was being a little ridiculous about this.
But by the look on Brian’s face the happiness he had been feeling since last
night from the results he waved at me, was dissipating and fast.
“Gus, why the sudden interest in band? I mean you
never once mentioned wanting to play an instrument before.” I took a sip of my
wine and waited for his answer.
Then I saw it again. That smile. That beaming smile that
radiated through his entire body. And, oh my god, was he blushing?
“Is there someone IN band you like Gus?” I ask smirking at Brian.
A slow grin forms on Brian’s lips.
“Maybe.” Gus answers.
“What’s her name?” I nudged Gus’s arm and he batted at me playfully.
I sneaked a look at Brian and he wasn’t grinning anymore. I knew it was Brian’s
wish that Gus would have turned out to be gay but I knew from Gus’s recent
crush on my sister, Brian may not get his wish.
“It’s not a girl.”
“That’s my boy.” Brian was smiling again and downed the rest of his wine.
“It’s not a boy either.”
“Uhhh Gus. That’s really the only two choices you
have unless you have some new found fetish with animals and if that’s the case
I think we have a larger problem than you just wanting to play violin.”
Brian smacked my arm and looked intently at his son. “Well, if it’s not a girl,
and it’s not a boy, than who the fuck is it?” Brian
asked.
“It’s a teacher.”
Brian laughed and straightened up in his seat a little. “Is it your gym
teacher?”
I glared at Brian and put my finger to my lips, giving him the shush sign. That
was the LAST thing Brian needed to tell his son about. Its bad enough he told
ME at 17.
“So, tell us about this teacher.” I watched as Gus played with the food on his
plate.
“He’s the new music teacher. He’s so hot.”
“Well at least he’s a guy.” Brian chimed in.
“Would you be quiet?” I warned him. “Okay, hot new music teacher,” I continued.
“Yeah, he’s a genius. You should hear him play.”
I smirked at Gus because the way his face was flushed and he couldn’t wipe that
smile off his face was just too adorable for words. It reminded me a lot of how
I used to be when I first met Brian.
“An older man, huh?” Brian eyed me. “Leave it to him to take after you.”
I had to laugh at that.
“Well, parent-teacher conferences are next week. We’ll have to check this hot
teacher out, right Brian?”
“Yeah, I’ll be the judge of just how hot he is.” Brian answered as I cleared
the dishes from the table. Brian saw I was struggling so he grabbed a few from
me and gave me a pat on the ass.
“What’s this hot teacher’s name?” I asked Gus as I got to the sink before
Brian, bumping my hip into his playfully.
“Mr. Gold.”
And that’s when all the dishes Brian had in his hand ended up on the floor.
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