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Hot August Nights

Hot August Nights ch 2

Author: _mournthewicked aka brandnewloser87
Rating: NC-17
Warning: A little het.
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor, Gus Kinney, Parker Smith, Elliot Whitney, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus
Summary: The boys arrive in Cancun. Silliness ensues.
Disclaimer: I don't own Brian or Justin. *tears* Parker and El are all mine. *does happy dance*

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

In case you missed it, Part 1 can be found here.


“Alarm clocks are the devil!” Justin exclaimed as he threw the offending clock across the room. Brian sat up and watched it skitter across the hardwood floor. It did not stop until it hit the front door.

“Christ Justin!” He exclaimed. “You know that little button on the top? That turns the sound off!”

“Shut up,” Justin replied, burying his throbbing head in his pillow.

“That cost 150 dollars, Justin.”

“Oh my god. Take it from my wallet then. Just stop talking!” Brian rolled his eyes and got out of bed, pulling the covers with him. Justin shrieked in protest.

“You need to get up,” Brian told him.

“No, I don’t,” Justin grumbled. “No office for me, sucker.”

“No,” Brian replied cheekily, “but the famous artist has a meeting about a show today, in case you forgot.” Justin made no noise for a moment, and Brian just stood there, hands on his hips.

“Aw man. I don’t want to go!”

“Justin, get the fuck up. I’m starting to feel like your mom and it’s creeping me out.” Justin still did not move. Brian rolled his eyes and grabbed Justin’s feet. He squirmed and yelled as Brian dragged him down the bed and then picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder firefighter style. Brian carried him in the bathroom and Justin growled in protest until he opened his eyes and saw Brian’s ass

“I like the view from here,” he replied, suddenly sounding wide awake. Brian looked over to the side, where Justin’s plump ass was nearly touching his face. He playfully bit down on a cheek and Justin yelped.

Brian set him down and turned on the shower. Justin yawned and rubbed his eyes before looking over at his partner. “I became a painter so I could sleep in, dammit.”

“Then the painter shouldn’t make morning meetings. The painter should feel lucky he has a partner that will remember his meetings.” Justin stared at him. “The painter should get into the shower.”

“You should stop calling me the painter,” Justin replied as he stepped under the hot spray. Brian followed him in and shut the door. After a few minutes of soaping each other lazily, Justin’s eyes widened. “Why can I not remember the orgasm I had before bed last night?” He exclaimed. Brian furrowed his brow. “I always think about my before bed orgasm in the shower. And then I have you fuck me, so I can think about my morning shower orgasm during lunch. Why can’t I remember it?”

“Most likely because you didn’t have a before bed orgasm last night,” Brian replied. Justin’s jaw dropped open.

“Oh my god. I remember now. Fuck.”

“No we didn’t.” Brian smirked and ran his soapy hand over Justin’s ass. The blond smiled sexily.

“Well then, you’ll just have to fuck me twice this morning,” he replied smugly. Brian grinned and grabbed a condom from the soap holder, quickly slipping it on. He wasted no time in pushing into his partner. Their moans echoed through the tile bathroom, and Brian bit down on the back of Justin’s neck as he began to thrust.

**

“Gus loves first class, yes he does.” Gus looked around, sipping his soda. They had been in the air for almost an hour. He looked down the aisle and saw Kirsten walking towards him. He smirked a little as she approached him.

“Are you enjoying your flight, Mr. Kinney?” She asked innocently, bending over slightly. Gus could see down her shirt. He stared obviously for a moment before letting his eyes flick back up to hers.

“I’m sure I could enjoy it a lot more,” he replied casually, taking a sip of his soda. He licked his lips and Kirsten bit down on hers. She looked around quickly before placing her lips near Gus’s ear.

“Bathroom two, five minutes,” she whispered. Gus smirked and nodded as she stood up and walked down the aisle, obviously flustered. Gus looked over his shoulder and stared at her ass, encased in a tight navy blue skirt, as she made her way down the aisle. Then his eyes landed on Parker and Elliot, who were sitting in the middle aisle, two rows back from him. They shook their heads simultaneously and Gus stuck his tongue out at them.

After a few minutes, Gus stood up. He walked down the aisle slowly and Parker held out his hand without looking up from his magazine. Gus slid his own across it and slipped into the second bathroom.

For a moment, he was wondering how the fuck he could do this in such a tight space. Then he giggled at the phrase tight space.

God, he was tired.

Kirsten slipped into the tiny bathroom, pushing Gus against the wall as she latched the door. Suddenly everything started to move at warp speed. Gus looked down at her perfectly manicured nails, pale fingers against the black cotton of his tee shirt. Then, she turned around and he crashed his lips down on hers.

He pressed her against the small counter as they kissed furiously. He fumbled with the buttons on her blazer and dress shirt, finally getting them open. He pushed her bra up over her breasts up cupped them as she hopped up on the counter. He leaned down and sucked on one pink nipple as he pulled her panties down off of her legs, leaving her high heels on.

She pulled her skirt up over her hips and leaned back against the mirror. Every moment was rushed, heated. Gus pulled a condom from his pocket and quickly let his jeans fall around his ankles. He rolled the condom down his hard dick and sank into the willing flight attendant.

**

“The Banana Cabana?” Elliot asked Parker. “Seriously?”

“Fuck yes,” Parker replied, eyes still on his magazine. Elliot sighed. “Shut up. It’s funny.” Elliot rolled his eyes and looked over at the magazine in Parker’s lap.

“I hate flying,” Elliot informed him, tugging on the light pink tie Parker had coupled with a black dress shirt and denim jeans.

“I’m sorry honey,” Parker replied flatly, flipping the page of his magazine. Elliot let his head fall over and land on Parker’s shoulder. The older boy patted his head softly and turned the page again.

“Will you buy me a drink?” Elliot asked, tugging on Parker’s tie again. Parker looked over at him.

“Are you hitting on me?”

“No, dumbshit. You’re 21. I’m not.” Parker nodded and then looked at his watch, a wide black leather wristband with a black face and silver hands.

“It’s 9:30 in the morning,” Parker informed him. Elliot nodded against his shoulder. Parker looked down at the top of his head. “Your roots are growing out.” Elliot sat up and touched his hair.

“They are not! Oh god, are they?”

“You are so gay.”

“Are they?!”

“No, I was fucking with you,” Parker replied. “I don’t see why you don’t just leave it blond.”

Because,” Elliot replied. “Blond bores me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, bluish black strands of silk against pale skin.

“I bet you’re a hot blond,” Parker said teasingly. Elliot rolled his eyes and pushed his shoulder.

“Drop it and buy me a drink, Mr. Smith. I am way too sober to be this high in the air. Besides, you’ve never seen me blond. I haven’t been blond since I was fifteen.” Parker signaled for a flight attendant and ordered Elliot a screwdriver as the teen looked down at his own magazine. Parker showed her his ID and handed her a few crumpled dollar bills.

“I’ve seen pictures,” Parker replied as the flight attendant walked off. A few moments later, Gus strolled merrily down the aisle and dropped into his seat. A few moments after that, Kirsten walked by them while fixing her hair. She turned off a call button a few seats in front of them and assisted the person.

Gus didn’t look back at them, but they saw his seat recline. They were all so tired.

The other flight attendant set the drink down in front of Parker, who handed it to Elliot after she had walked away. A very hot brunet walked past them down the aisle. Parker checked out his ass with a smirk. The young man slowed near Gus’s seat. He placed his hand on Gus’s shoulder and ran it down his arm as he walked by. He smiled at Gus and cocked his head towards the other set of bathrooms.

The two boys watched as Gus looked around, shrugged, and followed him down the aisle.

“Oh my god, slut!” Parker exclaimed. Elliot smirked and flipped a page in his magazine.

“Jealous?”

“No,” Parker huffed. He crossed his arms and sat back in his seat. “Yes.” Elliot snorted and patted his head.

**

Justin exited the gallery where his new show was going to be held. He grinned as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Brian.

”Hello, Sunshine. How’d it go?”

“Very good. I’m going to have my own show here in September. How did your meeting go?”

”That’s great. And just fine. We got the account.”

“Of course. When is your next meeting today?” He heard Brian shuffling through some papers.

”Not until 2:30.”

“Want to meet me at the loft? We could get some take-out and celebrate.”

”Um, sure. It’s relatively slow here. I’ll see you soon.”

“Ok, later.”

”Later.”

**

“Hello Cancun!” Parker exclaimed as they stepped into the airport terminal. The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned, the pink tie hanging loosely around his neck. He looked oddly out of place among the swarm of light colors and khaki. “Okay kids, before we thrust ourselves into the debauchery and awesomeness, call your mommies and daddies.”

“What about you?” Gus asked, looking at his watch. “It’s 11:00. You were supposed to be at work two hours ago.” Parker sighed and threw his head back.

“Guh. I forgot that I have one of those job thingies.” Parker looked at his watch again. He worked in data entry for a large business that dealt with…he didn’t really know what. It was an accounting firm, he thought. He had a desk, in his very own cubicle. His cubicle neighbor was a smelly old guy named Bob.

Parker hated his job.

He sighed again and pulled his phone from his pocket. No service. He rolled his eyes and shoved it back in his pocket. “El, give me your phone. I’m out of my calling area.” Elliot pulled his own phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

“And I have no reception,” Elliot replied. “Gus, give him your phone.” Gus pulled his phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

“Uh, my phone is dead. The charger is in my backpack though.”

“Oh my god,” Parker sighed. “Why do we all suck?”

**

“I’ll call in the food,” Brian said as he shrugged out of his jacket. Justin nodded as he sat down in front of his computer and turned it on. He wanted to check his e-mail real fast. “Yeah, hi. Can I get one large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese delivered?”

“I love you!” Justin grinned. Brian stuck his tongue out at him before laughing and completing his order.

**

Parker bought a phone card from a nearby newsstand, and the group headed over to a bank of payphones. “This is so archaic,” Parker grumbled. “Stupid traitorous cell phones.” Gus and Elliot shook their heads. “Okay, I need to get into character.” Gus and Elliot both furrowed their brows.

And then Parker Smith, age 21 and a half, burst into tears.

“What the fuck?” Gus exclaimed. Elliot’s eyes widened and he looked around, shaking his head. Parker held up one finger and dialed the number, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Hello, Mr. Sutherland?” He sobbed. Gus and Elliot just stared at him. “This is Parker Smith. I’m calling to tell you that I’m so sorry for not coming in today, or calling earlier. But my, my, my grandmother died this morning!” He added in a few more choked sobs, just for effect. He paused while listening to his boss on the other end. “Yes, very close.” Pause. “The funeral is in Oregon in four days.” Pause. “A whole week? That’s so generous of you, sir.” Pause. “Thank you. God bless.”

He hung up the phone and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, his sobs turning into laughs.

“You are one crazy mother fucker, Parker,” Elliot said, taking the card from Parker. The older boy smiled.

“Why thank you, El,” Parker replied, grabbing the teen and planting a kiss on his lips. Elliot laughed against his lips and shook his head as he picked up the receiver. Parker slung his arm over Gus’s shoulder as Elliot dialed.

“Hey mom,” he started. He leaned against the side of the phone booth and looked at his fingernails. “I’m fine. Hey, Gus, Parker and I decided to take a trip to Cancun to celebrate graduating. Is that cool?” There was a long pause, in which Elliot yawned. “Thanks. I will. You too. Mmhmm. Bye.”

He hung up the phone and Gus gaped at him.

“That is so unfuckingfair. You have one nonchalant parent to deal with. One!” Gus huffed and snatched the calling card from Elliot’s hand. “I have four. Four parents that are always all up in my shit.” He took the receiver and dialed. “Four!”

**

“You only had one piece,” Justin informed Brian, dangling another piece of pizza over his partner’s mouth. They were lounging on the cushions, Brian still in his suit.

“I only wanted one piece,” Brian replied, taking another bite of the pizza anyway. Justin smiled and kissed him softly. Justin took a drink of his soda when his computer sounded.

“You’ve got mail, mother fucker.”

Justin got up to go check it. “That thing creeps me out,” Brian replied. Justin laughed.

“It’s just a sound byte. It won’t hurt you.” Brian rolled his eyes and sat up, hearing his cell phone ring. He got up and fished the phone from the pocket of his suit jacket. He frowned at the unfamiliar number on the display, but answered it anyway.

“Kinney.”

”Wow, you’re a Kinney? Me too!”

“No way!” Brian replied sarcastically. He switched the phone to his other ear. “Where are you calling from?”

”Uh, a payphone. My cell battery died.”

“Where are you?”

”Um, I’m still in Philly.”

“What the fuck? Why are you still in Philly? Your mother is going to kill me, asshole.”

”Well, we crashed at Parker’s friend’s house. And we want to stay up here for a few days, see the sights and stuff.”

“See the sights?” Brian asked as he started to walk around the room. Justin smiled as he replied to Daphne’s e-mail. Brian could never stay still while he talked on the phone. “Yeah, I hear the Liberty Bell is just riveting.”

”For sure.” Brian’s eyes narrowed as he listened to the hustle and bustle in the background. He raised an eyebrow. ”Can you please just cover for me with the moms?”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” Brian asked, growing more suspicious of the entire situation.

”I don’t know. Just say that…I’m staying with you guys for a few days or something. Please?” Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“Fine.”

”Thank you!”

“Uh huh. You do realize you may actually have to talk to your mothers someday, right?”

”Yes. But today is not that day.” Brian heard what sounded like a flight announcement and shook his head.

“Where are you?”

”I told you. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Oh my god. Elliot, that looks like the basketball court from the opening sequence of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air! I love the Fresh Prince! I’ve got to go, Dad. There’s just too much to see here in Philadelphia. You can call my cell later. I love you, bye.” Click.

**

“Smooth Gus, really,” Parker smirked. Gus bit down on his fingernail.

“You fail,” Elliot told him. Gus rolled his eyes.

“Fuck it,” he replied. “Let’s go.”

**

Brian looked down at the phone in his hand, and then opened the recent calls list. “Hey Sunshine?” He said, turning towards the blond still sitting at the computer.

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor. Google the area code for Philadelphia and tell me what it is.” He highlighted the number and walked over towards the computer.

“It says 215 or 267,” Justin replied. Brian shook his head and sighed.

“Can you see where area code 998 is?” Justin nodded and clicked away on the keyboard.

“That’s Cancun, Mexico. Why?” He asked, turning towards his partner. Brian grew ten shades of pissed the fuck off.

“That little fucker,” he muttered, snapping his phone shut.

“What?” Justin asked, standing up. “What happened?”

“That was our little pride and joy on the phone.” Justin raised an eyebrow and stood up.

“And?”

“The little shit said he’s in Philly still. But he just called me from fucking Cancun.” Justin’s jaw dropped open.

Cancun?” He cried. “That little shit!”

“I know!” Brian replied. They were silent for a few minutes.

“Would it be wrong to say I’m a little jealous?” Justin asked hesitantly. Brian looked relieved.

“Oh good. I’m not the only one.” Justin nodded and touched Brian’s arm.

“What are you going to do?” Brian sighed and looked at his watch.

“First, I am going to call Lindsay and cover for the twat, more to save my ass than his. Then, I’m going to go back to the office for my meeting. And then, I am going to come home, and call Gus back.”

“I do not envy him,” Justin replied. Brian laughed and kissed his forehead before flipping his phone open and dialing with a sigh.

”Hello?” Lindsay answered. She sounded worried.

“Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to make sure Gus called you.”

”Oh god. He’s there? We were so worried!”

“Yeah, he’s here. He’s sleeping. I’m sorry. I figured he called you when he came here instead of there.”

”Why did he go there?”

“I don’t know, but he’s here. He said something about wanting to stay here for a few days.”

”Um, okay…”

“Listen Linds, I have a meeting to get to. But I will tell Justin to have Gus call you when he wakes up, okay?” Justin smacked him in the arm.

”Okay. Bye Brian.”

“Later.” Brian hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes. “I’m going to kill him. I don’t like lying to her.” He shook his head. ”Okay, I need to go. I’ll come back home after the meeting.”

“Okay,” Justin replied. They shared a long, languid kiss before Brian left the loft.

**

Lindsay stared at the phone for a long time, her arms crossed and her bottom lip between her teeth. She picked up the phone and dialed.

”Melanie Marcus.”

“Hey Mel, it’s me.”

”Hey honey. What’s up?”

“Brian just called. He said Gus is there.”

”Oh, thank god.”

“I don’t think he’s really there.”

”What? Why?”

“I just don’t think he is. So tonight we’re going to go over there and see.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll be home around six.”

“Okay, bye.”

”Bye.”

**

“I can’t believe they wouldn’t let me check in with the alias Rico Suave,” Parker complained as they made their way to their room. The Banana Cabana was a tacky little hotel, but it was in their price range.

“Well, that wasn’t the name on your credit card,” Elliot replied. Parker scrunched up his nose.

“So? I am so Rico Suave.”

“Unlock the door, Parker.” Gus blinked sleepily. “Gussy tired.”

“Yeah, all that random fucking on the plane probably wore you out,” Parker replied sarcastically.

“Yes,” Gus replied. “And my dick is sore. And I want a bed. I want pillow. I want sleep. Mmm sleep.” Parker opened the door and the trio made their way into the sparse room. There were two full sized beds, a bathroom, and a desk.

“Okay, you guys are so bed buddies,” Parker stated, falling back on one of the beds. Gus and Elliot looked at each other and shrugged. Gus took his phone charger from his backpack and plugged it in. He turned around and stripped out of his clothing until he was left only in a pair of black boxer briefs.

Gus looked up as Parker’s pants fell to the floor. He was wearing boxers as pink as the tie he has been wearing. Gus laughed. “Nice shorts.”

“I know, right? I’m dead sexy.” Gus rolled his eyes and looked over at Elliot. He was wearing crimson boxer briefs, and Gus found himself checking out his best friend. He shook his head, blamed it on exhaustion, and crawled into bed.

“Okay,” Parker said. “We’ll sleep for a few hours, and then go out. I need more clothes. I wonder if there is a Wal-Mart around here.” Gus laughed.

“I doubt it.”

“Damn.” Elliot yawned and crawled into the bed with Gus. It was so small that they couldn’t help but touch. Elliot’s skin felt so hot against his. He yawned against Gus’s back and draped his arm over his hip. Gus smiled and fell asleep.

**

Brian walked into the loft a little after five o’clock. He slammed the loft door shut and Justin looked up, paintbrush poised over canvas.

“Hello sweetie pie,” Justin said in a falsetto voice. Brian laughed and walked over to wear he was painting under the skylight.

“You better not be getting paint on the hardwood,” Brian told him. Justin smiled.

“Oh, I’ll get paint on your hard wood,” Justin said playfully. Brian laughed.

“We tried that once. My dick was periwinkle blue for like four days.”

“How many times do I have to say it?” Justin replied. “I am sorry I confused the sex paint with my real paint.”

“Yeah well, your brushes aren’t getting near my dick any time soon, that’s all I’m saying.” Justin laughed as Brian wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on the blond’s shoulder.

“It’s really good,” he breathed, kissing Justin’s neck.

“Thanks.” Brian pulled away from him and pulled off his jacket, sighing.

“I need to call the offspring.” He took his phone from his pocket and dialed the number for Gus’s cell.

**

The shrill ringing of the cell phone woke up all three boys. “Gus, I’m going to kill it!” Parker yelled, pulling the pillow over his head. Gus stumbled out of bed and picked up his cell phone, seeing Dad’s Cell on the display.

“Fuck, it’s my dad. Calm down!” Gus yelled. Parker looked up at him with an expression of disbelief.

“Yeah, because we’re being fucking rowdy as hell,” he said sarcastically, voice laced with exhaustion.

“Shut up, Parker!”

“Gus,” Elliot groaned. “Just fucking answer it.” Gus sighed and flipped the phone open with a yawn, sleep still muddling his mind.

“Hello?”

”Hey Sonny Boy. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” Gus said tiredly. “We’re just hanging out.”

”Oh, that’s good,” Brian replied nonchalantly. ”I was just calling to see if you were getting good reception in Cancun.”

“Oh yeah,” Gus replied without thinking. “Great recep…MOTHER FUCK!” He snapped the phone closed and threw it on the bed.

“What the fuck, Gus?” Elliot asked as the phone hit him in the hip. Gus ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck! They know. My dad knows!” Gus shouted. Elliot sighed and sat up.

“It’ll be fine. Come here,” Elliot told him. Gus sat in front of him and Elliot rubbed his back soothingly.

**

“Haha. That was too funny,” Brian replied after Gus had hung up on him. Justin shook his head and moved to the other side of the canvas. “I’m going to call him back.” He dialed the number again and Gus answered after the third ring.

”You tricked me,” Gus answered hesitantly. Brian rolled his eyes and loosened his tie with his free hand.

“Did you just hang up on me?” Brian asked in a serious tone. Justin looked up and laughed when he saw the grin on Brian’s face. He walked over to Brian, paint brush still in hand.

”NO! Okay maybe a little. Don’t hurt me, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Gus. I just don’t see why you felt you had to lie to me. You know I’m a firm believer in have the best time you can. I would have let you go. You know that.”

”I guess,” Gus sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Good. Know this too, if you ever lie to me like that again, you won’t like what happens, understand?”

“Yes.”

“So why are you in Cancun?” Brian asked.

”We got the urge.

“What urge?”

“The urge to fuck hot dudes and babes in skimpy clothing.”

“Did you just say…dudes and babes?” Brian asked slowly, his face turning into a grimace.

”Yes.” Brian pulled the phone away from his ear, stared at it for a moment, and then flipped it shut.

“Brian!” Justin exclaimed, his eyes widening.

“What? Justin, he said dudes and babes. I couldn’t take it.” Justin shook his head and then poked Brian’s nose with his paintbrush. Brian rolled his eyes and laughed. “Mature.”

“Call him back and tell him you aren’t mad at him,” Justin demanded. Brian raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I am still mad at him,” he replied smugly. Justin held his paintbrush, covered in fiery orange, poised in front of the brunet’s face. “Oh you are oh so tough, blondie.”

“Do it,” Justin replied, thrusting the paintbrush towards him.

“Get your paint away from the Armani, Justin. Seriously.”

**

Gus set his phone down on the nightstand with a laugh and shook his head. “Well, my dad is the best dad ever.”

“We knew that already,” Parker said sleepily. “And don’t forget the hottest. And the most well hung.”

“Hey Parker, I’ve got something for you.” Gus got up and walked over to Parker’s bed.

“What?” Gus made a fist and punched him hard in the arm.

“Ow! Dick!

Elliot laughed and Gus sat back down on the bed with him. His phone rang again and he picked it up.

“What’s up, Dad?” He answered with a smile.

”Hey Gus, this is Justin.” Gus’s face fell slightly. He was worried Justin was going to yell at him.

“Oh, hey Pops. What’s up?”

”I’m just calling to tell you we aren’t mad.”

“I figured. Why didn’t he call me himself?”

”Because he is busy washing the orange paint out of his hair.” Gus stared for a second, eyebrows furrowing.

“Why is there paint…you know what? Nevermind. I don’t even want to know.”

”Have fun, and be careful. I’m going to go help your father.”

“Ew, okay. Just go,” Gus laughed. He hung up the phone and fell backwards, his head landing in Elliot’s lap. He threaded his fingers in Gus’s hair. Gus loved having his hair played with, and Elliot loved how peaceful his friend looked while he toyed with the silky strands.

“Okay lazy asses. Get ready to go. We’re going out,” Parker told them, rubbing his arm where Gus had punched him. “And I don’t even have to buy your booze. You guys can do it legally here.”

“Sweet,” Gus replied. “You shower first. I’m comfy.” Gus closed his eyes as Elliot continued to gently rake his fingers through his hair. Parker hopped off of the bed and grabbed his clothes as he made his way into the bathroom.

**

Brian and Justin were curled up on the couch watching a movie, (say they are domestic and they will hurt you), when the buzzer rang. Brian sighed and disentangled himself from Justin’s small frame. He looked down at his watch as he walked towards the door. It was a little after seven.

“Hey Brian!” Lindsay exclaimed cheerily as he slid the door open. His jaw dropped open as Lindsay, Melanie, and five year old Jenny Rebecca all trooped into the loft.

“What are you doing here?” Brian asked nervously. Justin jumped out, eyes darting around the loft. “You brought JR?”

“Of course Brian,” Lindsay replied. “Do you think this is some TV show where the kids only exist when it’s convenient?”

“Uh…”

“We had no where else to take her,” Melanie told him. JR walked over to Brian and looked up at him with wide brown eyes identical to Michael’s.

“Hi Uncle Brian!!” She shrieked, and then proceeded to punch him in the groin. Brian blanched and grabbed his crotch as he looked over at Melanie.

“You taught her that, didn’t you? Bitch.” Melanie laughed her ass off as Brian leaned against a beam, cupping his abused genitals.

“What the fuck do you bitches want?” Brian asked, walking back over to the couch, mumbling. Justin had his lips rolled into his mouth. “Say nothing.”

Lindsay and Melanie said hello to Justin, leaving JR to her own devices. Brian kept his eyes on the petite toddler as she strolled through the loft. She picked up a glass candle holder and Brian hurried over to her.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“Not a toy,” Brian replied, taking it from her and replacing it. She pouted and tugged on one black pigtail. She walked further back into the loft and Brian followed closely. She picked up the steel paperweight off of Brian’s desk.

“BRIAN! What’s this?”

“Not something little girls play with,” Brian replied, snatching it from her. She moved on and Brian followed closely.

“Where is Gus?” Lindsay asked Justin. The blond’s eyes widened and he looked over at Brian. His partner was clear across the loft, pulling Jenny away from a rather expensive lamp.

“Uh, he went out…to get…Mexican food. Yeah,” Justin replied, wincing at his inability to lie. The girls looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

“We’ll wait,” they said simultaneously and dropped down onto the sofa. Justin bit his lip.

“WOW! This looks like my toy box at home!”

“Jenny Rebecca! Get out of the bedroom!” Brian called. They all turned to see him run up the stairs. “No! That is definitely not something little girls play with!” Melanie cringed and Justin laughed.

Brian came down the stairs, holding a squirming JR under his arm. “WHY can’t I have a balloon, Uncle Brian?!”

“Because those aren’t balloons,” Brian replied, setting the girl down. She looked up at him, hands on tiny hips. He leaned down until he was almost face to face with the girl. “They are prophylactics. Can you say prophylactic, JR?”

“Pro-“

“Jenny! No!” Melanie shrieked. Jenny huffed and ran over to Brian’s briefcase. Brian growled and ran after her.

“Brian!” Justin called. “Lindsay and Mel want to wait for Gus, while he’s out…picking up the Mexican food.” The brunet was barely listening as he tried to get his briefcase away from the girl.

“You’re going to be waiting a long time then,” he replied. He grabbed the handle of the briefcase and lifted it up. Jenny’s feet left the floor as she kept her death grip on it. Brian rolled his eyes and pulled her hands off. She pouted.

“Why?” Lindsay asked.

“Because the Mexican food is in Mexico,” Brian replied tactlessly. He ran after Jenny as she sprinted towards the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” Mel demanded. Jenny punched Brian in the leg.

“Mexico!” He cried. “Gus is in Mexico. Dammit, JR. NO!”

“What the fuck do you mean?” Mel shouted. Lindsay gasped.

“He went to Cancun with Elliot for graduation,” Justin replied. Brian stomped over to the couch with Jenny squirming in his arms. He set her down on the couch and gave her a look that dared her to move. She pouted and crossed her arms.

“Graduation was in June. It’s August,” Lindsay said.

“Yeah well, since when has Gus been on time for anything?” Brian asked. He glanced sideways as Jenny tried to scoot off of the sofa. “Don’t move.”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Melanie shouted. “You just let him go to Mexico without even asking us? He doesn’t even live with you, Brian.”

“Hey, don’t get all bitchy with me. He didn’t fucking ask me either. He just went,” Brian replied.

“You knew he was in Cancun, and you lied to me?” Lindsay said softly. Brian winced.

“I didn’t want to, but I knew you guys wouldn’t understand,” Brian replied.

“Understand what?” Melanie demanded.

“Gus is eighteen. He’s fun, crazy, and horny. He needs to get all this out of his system.”

“Brian is right,” Justin replied, stepping up next to his partner. “Gus is a smart kid. He’ll be fine in Cancun for a few days.” Lindsay sighed and Melanie scowled. Brian’s cell phone rang and he picked it up, seeing Gus’s Cell on the display.

“Uh, hold on.” He walked into the bedroom, and then into the bathroom before answering.

“Hello?”

”DADDY!” Brian winced at the volume of Gus’s (slurred) voice.

“Are you drunk?”

”Um, just a wee bit.”

“Great.”

”DADDY!”

“GUS! Ear drum!”

”Oh, sorry…DADDY!”

“WHAT?”

”What is the best kind of tequila?”

“Fuck tequila. Scotch is better.” He sighed, and then amended himself. “I mean, why?”

”Because Parker said to call you and find out.” Brian shut the bathroom door and switched the phone to the other ear.

“Are you are just running around Cancun drinking?”

”DADDY! It’s okay. Parker is in charge, for he is the eldest and most responsiblest.” Brian stamped his foot on the tile and slapped his hand against his forehead.

“....Parker is in charge?”

”Yes, so everything is okay."

“Right,” he replied, rolling his eyes. He made a snap decision. “Hey, what’s the name of your hotel?”

”Por que, padre?” Gus giggled loudly. ”See, we’re in Mexico. You have to know Spanish.” Brian scrunched his face up and walked into the bedroom. He opened the closet and crouched down, grabbing a bag of party supplies from the corner of the closet floor.

“Just tell me the name of your hotel.”

”The Banana Cabana.” Brian shook his head in disbelief and pulled out a bag of balloons. He extracted a pink one and put the bag back in the closet.

“What the fuck? The Banana Cabana? Did Parker pick the hotel too?”

”Yup! They have a big bowl of banananas in the lobby.”

“Banananas, huh?” Gus hiccupped.

”Yup, nanners.” Brian laughed and shook his head. He held the phone between his ear and his shoulder and blew up the balloon.

“Okay, have fun. Be safe, alright?” He told him, tying the balloon shut.

”Okay….BYE DADDY!” Brian closed the phone and sighed, walking back out to the living room. Jenny’s eyes lit up as Brian handed her the big pink balloon.

“Thanks Uncle Brian!” She exclaimed, jumping into his arms. He laughed and hugged her tight as she kissed his cheek. Lindsay nudged Melanie, who was covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. Justin grinned and fell in love a little more.

“So…here’s the deal. Justin and I are going to go fetch the youngster,” Brian told them. Melanie and Lindsay sighed in relief. He set Jenny back down on the couch.

“Good,” said Lindsay.

“We are?” Justin asked. “Why? They’ll be fine.” Brian looked over at him.

“That was him on the phone. They decided to put Parker in charge of their outing.” Justin’s eyes widened and he got off of the couch.

“Um, shit. Okay yeah. Let me go book the flight.”

“Who is Parker?” Melanie asked. Justin scratched the back of his head.

“Parker, well, he is a very boisterous young man,” he informed her.

“Who took way too many hits to the head as a kid,” Brian added. “Or one too many bong hits.”

“Or both,” Justin shrugged. The girls looked at each other and whimpered.

“It’s okay,” Brian said. “We’ll go get them. Now please, leave so we can pack.” The little family stood up and made their way to the door. Justin waved goodbye and went into the bedroom to call and make the arrangements.

“Bring him home in one piece,” Lindsay told him. Brian grinned and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll try my best.”


**

A few hours later, Gus and co. strolled merrily into their banana themed hotel. Their arms were around each other, and they were laughing drunkenly. Gus looked up and came face to face with his fathers.

Brian narrowed his eyes at his son. Gus looked over at Justin, who shook his head. Then Gus looked over at Elliot, who looked terrified, and then over at Parker, who looked like he was mentally undressing them with his eyes.

“Hello, Gus,” Brian said gravely, trying to keep his amusement to himself. Gus swallowed hard.

“Um…shit.”
Tags: hot august nights, qaf fic, that darn gus
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