Hot August Nights
Author: _mournthewicked aka brandnewloser87
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor, Gus Kinney, Parker Smith, Elliot Whitney
Summary: Gus, Elliot, and Parker decide to take a spontaneous trip to Cancun, Mexico. So, it's up to Brian and Justin to go retrieve the new little boy lost.
Disclaimer: B/J nor their bj's are mine, sadly. But, I own Parker and Elliot to do with as I please.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you love it! Remember, I love feedback of any kind, especially long feedback! ;P
AN 2: Here is the fourth installment of the That Darn Gus series. Big thanks to Kami, for all your help with the research and just dealing with all of my nonsense. You're the best. Thanks to Nisey and Vanna for just being awesome. Review everyone!
“Why look, it’s my gorgeous and talented partner!” Brian looked up from the copy on his desk as the blond ball of wonderful strolled into his office.
“Oh my god, how weird that you would find me in my very own office!” Brian said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and looked back down at the (shitty) copy in his hand. “Cynthia did not warn me of your approach.”
Justin walked up and smacked Brian on the arm. He smirked in return. “She wasn’t at her desk,” Justin admitted, sitting on the corner of his partner’s desk. “You’re pretty.” Brian furrowed his brows.
“What do you want Justin?” Brian asked, looking up into eyes so blue that they should be illegal.
“What makes you think I want anything?” Justin asked, feigning offense. Brian crossed his arms over his chest. Justin scowled, and then batted those baby blues. “I want you to take me out to lunch.” Brian rolled his eyes again and sank back in his chair.
“Is that all? Why didn’t you just say that?”
“Fine. I want you to take me to lunch,” Justin said. Brian stared at him and then shrugged one shoulder.
“Sucks for you.”
“Dick. I want you to take me to lunch.” Brian laughed at him, leaning further back in his chair.
“Well, I want a blowjob,” Brian smirked. Justin raised an eyebrow and then flashed his award winning grin.
“If I give you a blowjob, will you take me to lunch?” Justin reasoned. Brian pretended to think about it.
“Maaaybe.” They shared an evil smile.
Eight years together, and still as playful and horny as ever. For some reason, Justin was reminded of the very first time he gave Brian a blowjob. He was twenty, they had just met, and he had already fallen so very hard. Justin shook himself from his memory and crawled under the desk. Brian’s eyes widened slightly and then he smirked and shook his head. His eyes flicked up to make sure the door was closed before he pushed his chair back a little.
He felt Justin’s fingers swiftly undo his fly and extract his soft cock. It hardened almost immediately in Justin’s hand. The blond leaned over, taking the head in his mouth. Brian’s eyes rolled back in his head as Justin’s lips slid lower down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he grunted as his fingers tangled in Justin’s hair. His other hand gripped the edge of the desk and he prepared to lose himself in the sensations.
There was one knock, two, and then Cynthia strolled in the door.
“Cynthia!” Brian cried, sitting up quickly. Justin pulled away, smacking his head on the underside of Brian’s desk. The brunet leaned forward, resting his elbows on the large desk and hiding Justin from view. “What is it?”
Cynthia raised her eyebrow. “Gus is on line one,” she informed him. “He said something like…’tell him Brian Kinney version 2.0 is on the phone’.” Brian rolled his eyes.
“Great, he’s making lame ass jokes. He’s feeling mischievous.” Cynthia smirked and Justin remained crouched under the desk, trying to be silent so Cynthia wouldn’t see him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Brian,” she replied, turning towards the door. “Justin, make sure you say hi on your way out.” Justin winced slightly and Brian laughed.
“Sure thing!” He called, his voice coming from under the desk. Cynthia smirked and closed the door. Justin got out from under the desk and plopped down on Brian’s lap as he hit the speakerphone button.
“What’s up, Gus?” Brian asked, snaking his arms around Justin’s waist. The blond smiled at the gesture.
”Hey Dad. What are you up to?” Gus asked, in a voice so much like his father’s.
“Nothing. I was just about to take your Pops out to lunch.”
“Hey Gus,” Justin greeted him, slipping his fingers between Brian’s.
”Oh hey, I didn’t like…interrupt anything, did I?” Brian and Justin looked at each other and smirked.
“Now Gus,” Brian started, “your father and I are capable of keeping our hands off of each other.”
”Haha. Right.” Justin rolled his eyes and laid his head on Brian’s shoulder, happy to be in his presence. ”Anyway, I’m calling to tell you that me, Elliot, and Parker are going to see The Killers in Philly.”
“Why are you telling me? I’m not your keeper,” Brian replied, his fingers combing through Justin’s hair. If anyone ever pointed out how affectionate they were with each other, they would politely tell that person to fuck off, but it was so true.
”Well, I was hoping you would tell them because you’re so much better at that stuff.”
“At what stuff?”
”The telling them its okay for me to do stuff stuff. For some reason, when I say its okay, they just don’t buy it.”
“I wonder why,” Brian replied sarcastically.
”We have to go to this concert. Brandon Flowers is like so hot, oh my god.”
“Whoa, Gus. Your gay-o-meter has gone into the red.”
”Parker,” Gus replied. Brian winced a little. He adored Parker, but he wasn’t the most reliable condom in the box, or something like that. ”He goes to Philly a lot. He has friends there.”
“Fine. Just, um, be careful. I’ll call your mom.”
”Thanks, Dad! I’ve got to go. Bye Pops!”
“Later,” Brian and Justin said in unison as Brian hung up the phone. Brian sighed and pressed the speakerphone button again, dialing a familiar number.
”Hello?” Lindsay answered. Brian was glad he didn’t have to talk to Melanie.
“Hey Linds,” Brian replied, squeezing Justin’s hand. The blond leaned over and started making notes on the (still shitty) copy on Brian’s desk. He would have said something, but he knew it would most likely look better with his changes anyway.
”Brian!” That was Lindsay, ever cheerful. ”How are you?”
“I’m fine. The offspring just called,” Brian told her as Justin started muttering something about clashing colors. “He wants to go to a concert in Philly with Elliot.” He left out Parker, because he figured she had not yet met his acquaintance.
”What? That’s so far!” Brian rolled his eyes. Justin scoffed and grabbed a marker. Brian made a mental note to have a little talk with whoever came up with the (extremely shitty) copy.
“He’ll be fine.”
“Well I already said he could go,” Brian informed her, his eyes locking on Justin’s ass as he wiggled it, deep in thought, bent over his desk…
”You just said he could go without even asking us?”
“He’s my kid too,” Brian reminded her. He heard Lindsay sigh and he furrowed his brow. “He’s eighteen, he’s about to start college. Loosen up a bit. It’s a five hour trip.” Lindsay huffed and he gave the phone a dirty look, as if she could see it.
”Well think about what we were doing at his age.” Brian rolled his eyes.
“I was getting you pregnant,” Brian replied shortly. Lindsay scoffed. “And I’m glad I did, because now we have a wonderful son, who we raised to be smart and capable of making his own decisions. So just let the kid go see The Killers.”
”The Killers? What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a band, Lindsay. Apparently the singer is really hot.”
”I couldn’t have a teenage son that was just girl crazy. Or just boy crazy. No, Gus has to be everything crazy.” Brian laughed and Justin shook his head. It was only a week earlier they had walked in on Gus while he was dabbling in heterosexuality. It was a memory Brian was trying so very hard to forget. Which he thought would be easy, considering all the illegal substances that had been in his system at the time.
“I need to go, Linds. If I hear from him before you do, I’ll let you know.”
”Of course you will. I don’t see why he likes you guys so much better.” Justin looked over at the phone and raised an eyebrow. Brian rolled his eyes.
“I have no idea.” Brian hung up with Lindsay and sank back in his chair. Justin put the cap back on the marker and set it down on the (still shitty, but with newfound promise) copy, and then sat on Brian’s lap.
“It must be so stressful having a teenage son at such a young age,” Justin said playfully. Brian laughed.
“Cut the flattery, I already said I was going to take you to lunch.” Justin smiled and kissed his cheek. “And 36 is not a young age.”
“Is too,” Justin countered. “Almost as young as my very young self.”
“I’m just waiting for you to turn thirty. I can’t wait,” Brian teased. Justin’s eyes widened and he scowled.
“That’s not for a long time.”
“Only a year,” Brian sang, squeezing Justin’s hips as the blond let out a grunt of disapproval. “Come on, let’s go to lunch.”
Gus, Elliot, and Parker stumbled out of the auditorium, hyper, laughing, and not at all high. (Okay, maybe just a little bit.)
“That show fucking owned,” Parker exclaimed, brushing his hair out of his face. Gus rubbed his chest, feeling a bruise forming from a stray elbow to the ribs. He grinned toothily, high on cheap pot and rock shows.
“It fucking rocked,” Elliot replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “And now, it’s time for Denny’s.”
“Hell yes,” Gus agreed. The merry trio set off, the neon sign glowing in the distance.
“Bab-oh-lon,” Justin drawled as he and Brian stumbled into the loft. “I love Bab-oh-lon.”
“I know, Sunshine.” Brian dragged him to the bedroom, wondering if Justin was too high to fuck. His cock was telling him not to care whether he was or not.
“Bab-oh-lon. That’s fun to say.”
“Ecstasy is not your drug.”
“It is so my drug, Bri-an.” Justin blinked and rubbed his nose. Brian shook his head and pulled his partner into the bedroom.
“Bedtime, Sunshine.” Justin shook his head and put his hands on Brian’s chest. He shook his head and smiled.
“I don’t want to go to bed,” Justin replied. Brian raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want to do?” Justin started unbuttoning Brian’s shirt, running his warm hands along his chest. Brian smirked.
“I want you to fuck me, Bri-an.” His eyes were gleaming. Brian felt his cock grow harder. He let Justin continue undressing him. “I want you to be naked, and I want you kiss me, and fuck me. Now.”
That pretty much sealed the deal.
Brian kissed Justin hard, pushing him down on the bed. He undressed Justin quickly. The blond giggled. Everything tickled. But everything felt so fucking good.
“That feels so good, Bri-an.” The brunet smiled and reached over him for the condom bowl. Justin’s eyes followed. “Get a blue one.”
“What the…? We don’t have colored condoms, Justin.”
“Yes we do. Don’t lie, Bri-an.” He shook his head.
“No we don’t, Jus-tin.” The blond narrowed his eyes at him.
“Why are you saying my name all stupid like that?” Brian rolled his eyes.
“I would never buy colored condoms,” Brian told him.
“No, no you wouldn’t,” Justin said seriously. Then his lips spread into a grin. “But I wooould,” he sang. He rolled over and opened a drawer. And there they sat. Colored. Fucking. Condoms.
“I’m not wearing a colored condom, Justin.”
“Puh-lease?” Justin batted his eyelashes and Brian shook his head.
“No,” he said adamantly. Justin pouted. “Why do you care what color my dick is? You can’t see it when it’s buried in your ass.”
“I just do, Bri-an. Please wear the blue one.” Justin took the condom from the package and slipped the latex disc into his mouth. Brian groaned.
Justin had just won.
“That’s cheating,” Brian argued weakly as Justin rolled Brian onto his back. He showed Brian the blue disc on his tongue before using his lips to slowly roll it down Brian’s rigid member.
This was Brian’s weakness, only because he thought it was the hottest fucking thing ever.
Justin painted the tip of Brian’s (now very blue) dick with small strokes of his tongue, and then laid on his stomach. The taller man quickly got on top of him and wasted no time in burying himself in his lover’s ass. Justin moaned appreciatively.
The fuck was slow and leisurely, and Brian loved every second of it.
Until he heard it. Justin was fucking snoring.
“What the fuck?” Brian exclaimed. He shook Justin’s shoulder, his dick still deep inside of him.
“Hmm?” Justin said sleepily. “Oh. Mmm. Don’t stop,” he said, eyes still closed and voice flat. Brian scoffed and slid out of his partner. He took off the very blue (and very fucking empty) condom, and threw it away.
“You fell asleep. While I was fucking you,” Brian told him. “Do you know what such a thing has the potential to do to one’s self esteem?”
“Oh shut up,” Justin replied with a yawn. “If anyone stroked your ego anymore, it would cum harder than you do.”
“I take offense to that.” Justin yawned and curled up to Brian’s side.
“It was meant to be offensive.”
“Twat.” Brian’s arms went around Justin’s small frame, pulling him close.
“Asshole,” Justin replied, kissing Brian’s chest softly. The two men let their eyes slip shut as they got closer to sleep. “Love you,” Justin whispered almost inaudibly.
“Love you too.”
“Gus loves waffles, yes he does! Waffles, waffles, waffles,” Gus chanted as the waitress set his plate in front of him. Elliot looked over at Parker and raised an eyebrow.
“That was just weed, right?” He asked. Parker nodded.
“Yeah, Gus is just retarded,” Parker replied. Elliot nodded, but in his waffle induced bliss, Gus didn’t notice. “I don’t want to go home,” he sighed, toying with his French fries.
“Waffles: they’re like an orgasm on a plate,” Gus said through a mouthful of the breakfast food.
“Wow Gus, that was really clever,” Elliot said sarcastically. “You should have your dad hire you at Kinnetik.”
“I know, right?” Gus agreed, shoveling some scrambled eggs into his mouth. He looked over at Parker. “What do you mean you don’t want to go home?”
“I just don’t. I want to go somewhere cool,” Parker replied. The other two boys nodded. “You know where I haven’t been in awhile? Cancun.”
“Dude, what the fuck? You didn’t even give us time to guess!” Gus complained, dropping his fork. Elliot, who was (unfortunately) completely sober, rolled his eyes.
“You’ve never been to Cancun,” Elliot replied. Parker narrowed his eyes at him.
“Exactly. That’s why we should go.”
“Alright,” Gus agreed. “When?”
“Right now,” Parker replied. Gus laughed loudly, and then furrowed his brow.
“Oh, you’re serious.” Gus took another bite of his waffle and then shrugged. “I’m down.”
“No Gus,” Elliot replied, “You’re high.”
“Yeah, high on life, man.” He took a drink of his soda. “Among other illegal substances.” He paused, taking another sip of his drink. “Wait, I can’t go to Cancun. I have two overbearing mothers. ‘Gus, clean your room!’ and ‘Gus, don’t leave your dirty underwear on the kitchen table!’ and blah, blah, blah.”
“Yes,” Parker agreed, “but you also have two awesome fathers that don’t really seem to give a shit what you do, as long as you’re smart about it.”
“I think even Dad and Pops would have a problem with me flying to Cancun on a whim.” Gus replied, his fork clinked against glass, and he looked down at his waffleless plate. “OH GOD! My waffles! They have perished.”
“Gus, breathe,” Elliot told him, rubbing his back. Parker laughed and took a drink from his water glass.
“Seriously guys, let’s go. El, your mom wouldn’t care, would she?” Elliot shook his head.
“Not in the slightest,” he replied.
“I miss you, waffles,” Gus whined, staring at his empty plate. Parker grabbed Gus’ plate and put it on the dirty table behind their booth. Gus perked up almost instantly. Out of sight, out of mind.
“El, are you down?” Parker asked. Elliot sighed and mentally went over his bank account.
“It’s going to cost a pretty penny,” he stated. “But I’ve got a lot of graduation money left. So yeah, count me in.” Parker grinned and they both looked over at Gus, eyebrows raised. The brunet looked back and forth, his eyes widening.
“Why are you staring at me?” Gus demanded. Parker batted his eyelashes.
“Gus,” he started, “you’re so pretty.”
“I know,” he replied. “But what the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“God dammit, Gus!” Parker shouted. Gus’s bottom lip quivered.
“Why are you yelling at me?”
“Gus, Cancun.” Parker leaned over, looking Gus in the eye. “Hot dudes in skimpy clothing.”
“Can we get an amen?” Elliot added. Parker took Gus’s hands in his own.
“Hot chicks in skimpy clothing,” Parker added. Parker loved girls just as much as Gus did. He was a firm believer in Gus’s best of both worlds philosophy.
“Ew,” Elliot replied. He was just as gay as Gus’s dads. Now that’s saying something.
“The parental units will assuredly smash my white sandy beaches dream to pieces,” Gus replied.
“Then don’t tell them where we’re going. Tell them we’re going to crash at my friend’s house here for a few days, and let’s go hop on a plane,” Parker told him. Gus narrowed his eyes.
“Just like that?!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “You think we can just waltz into the airport and just go, with no luggage or hotel reservations or anything?”
“Well, yeah,” Parker replied with a shrug. Gus gaped at him.
“What do you think this is? Some bad sitcom or a story with a totally unrealistic plot?” Gus demanded. Parker laughed and shook his head.
“Gus, you’re so naïve.”
“Fine. I’m in.”
“Oh my god Parker. I am going to fucking kill you.” The oldest boy looked over at Gus and then scooted over slightly. Gus let out of a low growl.
“Gus does not handle boredom well,” Elliot told Parker without looking up from his magazine.
“I’m dying. I’m really dying,” Gus whined. It was seven in the morning. They had been sitting in the airport terminal on standby for five hours. “And I’m not even high anymore. This sucks, oh my god.”
“Cool it, princess,” Parker snapped. Gus glared at him.
“Yo bitches, both of you calm down. We’ll get on a plane eventually,” Elliot told them. Gus pouted and crossed his arms.
“My name is Elliot and I’m so calm. I’m the Zen master of the universe,” Gus mumbled in a high pitched voice. “You’re like Uncle Ben. Haha, Uncle Ben. Like the rice.” Elliot rolled his eyes and went back to reading his magazine. Parker looked down at the hotel confirmation number in his hands. He had found an internet café to look up hotels, and then called and made their reservations. (He could too be responsible, thank you very much.)
“What hotel are we staying at?” Gus asked.
“Well, I went on a Cancun tourist site, and there was a hotel called The Banana Cabana so oh my god, totally there.”
“Banana…cabana…?” Elliot asked, wincing. Gus’s eyes lit up.
“Oh my god. I love Cancun already. Cancun wins. Wins what? I don’t know,” Gus rambled.
”Will Mr. Kinney and Mr. Whitney please come to the podium?” A voice over the loudspeaker announced. Gus jumped up.
“Hell yes I will,” Gus shouted. He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Elliot stood up slowly. Parker jumped up angrily.
“What the fuck? Why not me? Oh, this is bullsh-“
”Will a Mr. Smith please come up to the podium?” The three boys looked up at the ceiling. Parker shrugged.
“Fine, the voice from above can live.” Elliot watched Gus adjust his backpack.
“I can’t believe you packed a bag to go to Philly,” Elliot commented. Gus smirked.
“It’s a good thing I did, fuckers. Jealous, aren’t you? Haha.” The trio marched up to the podium. A young blonde woman in a flight attendant outfit greeted them with a shy smile. She looked to be in her early twenties. Gus leaned against the counter and gave the girl a flirtatious grin. His chestnut hair fell in his sultry hazel eyes, and one could practically see the Kinney charm rolling off of him in waves.
“Hello there,” Gus leaned over and read the girl’s name tag, “Kirsten. I’m Gus Kinney. I believe you have a seat available for me in there.” He tapped Kirsten’s computer monitor and smirked. The girl blushed and giggled. Gus ran his long fingers through his hair slowly and the girl followed the motion with wide eyes.
“Shit,” Elliot muttered in a laugh, rolling his eyes. Gus shushed him and smiled at Kirsten sexily again.
“So, Kirsten,” Gus started again in a lower tone. Kirsten bit her bottom lip. “Do you have a seat on that plane for me?”
“I think we just may,” she replied, looking up at him through long eyelashes. “Mr. Kinney,” she added sexily. Parker snorted and buried his face in Elliot’s shoulder. Elliot bit his fist to keep from laughing. Kirsten looked at the computer monitor, her fingertips clicking away on the keyboard. She nodded and smiled up at Gus again. “It seems here that we have a seat available…in first class.”
“Well that’s awfully sweet of you Kirsten,” Gus replied, voice full of lust.
“Yeah, Gus must be going crazy,” Parker whispered to Elliot. The younger boy laughed softly from his spot behind Gus.
“I know,” Elliot replied, “he hasn’t fucked anyone of either gender since that dude in the bathroom of the Killers show.”
“And that was like, oh my god, ten hours ago!” Parker replied sarcastically before turning back towards Gus to watch the scene unravel.
“Yes, Mr. Kinney? Is there anything else I can help you with?” She lifted her eyebrows quickly and bit down on her bottom lip again.
“Well that depends,” Gus replied as he took his boarding pass from the girl. “Are you going to be on my flight?”
“As a matter of fact, I am,” Kirsten replied. Gus raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Kirsten. She leaned in as well, blushing.
“Well then, Kirsten. Once we’re up in the air, why don’t you come check with me in this amazing seat you just gave me, and see if there is anything else you can…assist me with?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Kinney.” Gus winked at her and stepped away from the counter. Parker and Elliot both rolled their eyes and stepped up.
“Hi Kirsten,” Elliot greeted her with a fake smile. “I’m Mr. Whitney, and this is my associate Mr. Smith. Neither of want to get into your pants. We would just like to get to Cancun, por favor.”
“Uh,” Gus interrupted, pushing his friends out of the way. “Kirsten, you can whip up some seats for my friends too, can’t you?” He was practically pouting. Kirsten took one look at those big hazel eyes, clicked her keyboard a few times, and handed Elliot and Parker each a boarding pass.
“We got first class too!” Parker exclaimed as they got in line to board. “And we aren’t even going to fuck anyone!”
“I better fuck someone on this trip,” Elliot mumbled. Gus kissed his temple playfully and Elliot pushed him away.
“I’m so going to join the Mile High Club. Awesome,” Gus exclaimed. “Dad is like a platinum member. It’s my turn.”
“Your dad is probably president of the Mile High Club,” Parker replied. “And damn would I like to get me some of that.”
“Parker!” Gus exclaimed. “Let it go!”
“Fine!” Parker sighed and leaned against the window as they waited to board. Gus yawned and rested his head on Elliot’s shoulder. His best friend rested his arm on his shoulder and absently played with the hair at the base of his neck. Gus practically purred. He wrapped his arm around Elliot’s waist and pulled him closer. Elliot kissed the top of Gus’s head and Parker watched it all with a raised eyebrow. Gus opened his eyes and focused sleepily on the boarding pass clutched in El’s hand.
“Fuck,” Gus mumbled. He took his head from Elliot’s shoulder, but left his arm around his waist. “We aren’t sitting next to each other, El.” His best friend looked down at his pass and then over at Gus’s. Elliot looked over at Parker’s and nodded.
“I’m sitting next to Parker,” he replied. “Your blonde beauty probably put you near the bathrooms for easy access.” Parker laughed and Gus scoffed.
“Well that sucks,” Gus sighed.
“You won’t be thinking that way when you slide into that hot, wet-“
“Parker! Young impressionable full on gay boy here,” Elliot shrieked. Gus and Parker smirked at each other. The line in front of them started to move and the trio finally boarded the plane.
Cancun better watch out.
The next chapter will be up in thirty minutes.