Milk Equates Destruction
Title: Milk Equates Destruction
Timeline: Future
Rating: R
Length: 2310
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warning: Silliness abound
Summary: Brian doesn't go to family reunions. Nope. Not even milk can change that.
~~~
Brian was not having a good day.
"Come to my family reunion," Justin gasped.
Wait. Make that an understatement. He was having the worst fucking day in the history of days, times a thousand and two.
And it had been so good until he had to come home and find Justin stripped down to his white briefs and swinging his hips seductively to the music from the boom-box on the counter.
Now, usually this would have been a nice thing, a welcome thing, and Brian would have jumped on the opportunity, literally. But Whip It (the Moby version, of course) was crooning out of the boom-box, and the last time Justin had played that he wanted Brian to die his hair, and he didn't have any fucking gray hairs. He didn't. Kinneys didn't get gray hair. Except for the rest of his family. He himself was special.
So, naturally, Brian instantly yelled, "I don't have wrinkles around my eyes!"
Justin paused and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Brian watched the movement and resisted claiming it in his mouth because he was mad at Justin. Just because the little fucker was twelve years younger than him did not mean he could -- oh, wait, a family reunion.
"We could get some cream for that," Justin suggested, scratching at his chest. "I bet Emmett knows something that'll work. Hey, I'll call him!"
It took all Brian's willpower to not grab Justin's hot little ass when he skittered past to the phone and yell at him. Instead he walked outside and drove to Mikey's.
~~~
"No, no, it's all right," Justin insisted when Brian tried explaining to him exactly why he would never in a thousand years times two be caught dead, or alive, at a family reunion. He didn't even go to his own. Or Michael's and he knows that family on a more personal level. "I was thinking of asking Emmett to come with me. See, I don't want to look like some loser who can't get a boyfriend."
"With that queen?" Brian scoffed, his already shitty day because the bagel boy at Kinnetic had spilled coffee on him going to worse in flat zero seconds. "Can't you do any better?"
Justin cocked his head and studied him. "Nope." And he fucking pranced out of the room.
~~~
The moment Brian caught sight of Justin's shit-eating grin, which was so much brighter and eviler than the one that had earned him the name Sunshine, he knew something was about to get ugly.
"Guess who I ran into today?" Justin asked.
"Santa Claus. And he gave you some kinky spanking because you've been a Very. Bad. Boy."
A crease formed on Justin's brow. "Sometimes I swear there's something wrong with you. Santa." He shivered.
"I fucked an elf once."
"Moving along!"
Brian laughed until he heard the name "Ethan Gold" fall from Justin's lips. It took him a moment to figure out who that was but once he swapped Ethan for Ian he figured it out. And he instantly scowled.
"So," Justin said, that stupid evil grin ruining his innocent look, "I was thinking, since you won't go to my family reunion, and Em's a little too queeny, would you mind terribly if I brought Ethan? You know, strictly as friends, though everyone else will think we're dating, though I promise -- Gah!"
That's about the moment Brian threw him on the couch, tore off his jeans and underwear in one fluid movement, and kissed him harshly. Justin moaned and arched against him. "Mrf, fuck me!"
"If you ever mention that asshole's name again I'll carve your spleen out. And let it be known that I don't know what a spleen is so you're going to end up with a lot of things missing so I can be sure I got it."
Justin laughed. The cloudy anger melted slightly in Brian's mind and he realized he'd sort of lost, so he flipped Justin over, rolled a condom on, bypassed the lube and used spit instead because, really, Justin got fucked more than once a night so he didn't absolutely need it, and it was punishment, and rammed into him. Only, Justin screamed in ecstasy and shot his load two thrusts later so it was inadequate punishment.
However, that didn't stop Brian from fucking him four times that night.
~~~
The day before the family reunion, Brian was sick and tired of Justin's lame attempts to goad him into tagging along. Just because they had almost gotten married and Justin had returned from New York to have Brian take him back didn't mean he was obliged to reunions. He hadn't even gone to his tenth year high school reunion. Though he did have a fun time getting high with Mikey and reminiscing which guys from school they had fucked (Brian, obviously, won by a long shot) and wondering which ones were married with a wife and children and they could screw over by fucking again and letting their conscience do the rest.
So when he walked in the front door and found Justin sulking over a bowl of Cheerios he pulled on Justin's hair and snapped, "Get the fuck over it."
He grabbed the bottle of Beam off the counter and filled a cup to the brim, settling down for a long night of Justin complaining and bribing. In order to not lose his head he needed to be so drunk he didn't remember he had a head to lose.
Justin simply twirled his spoon through his cereal like the drama princess he is and sighed pitifully. "My dad's going to be at the family reunion."
"Ah." Brian took a large gulp.
"That's why I really wanted you to come with. I want to rub it in his face. We could start making out where he's sure to see, and you could grope me, a lot."
"Nice try, Sunshine."
Justin dropped his head, right into his bowl of cereal, and garbled, "It's true!"
Brian stared. He decidedly spent his time with the weirdest people.
"Wait," Brian said slowly, glaring down at him. "I thought you said this was for your mom's side of the family."
"It is." He lifted his head, the milk running down his skin and dripping off his nose and chin. "My grandma's like in love with my dad."
"Ew."
"Yeah." Justin nodded solemnly. "So much for shoving it in his bigoted face."
"Shut up. I'm concentrating."
Justin cocked his head and a drop of milk rolled down the side of his face to collect on his bottom lip. Brian was determinedly trying not to find it hot because milk? hot? no.
Suddenly Justin perked up, jerking his head so his dripping bangs flung off his forehead. "Hey! Do you think Ben and Michael would let me bring Hunter? He's an annoying shit but he is more my age."
"I think it's me that pisses your dad off." Brian stood and rounded the table, keeping his gaze on Justin's face.
Justin shrugged. "Yeah, well, if I can't have you..."
Brian bent over and licked Justin's cheek. "I'm not going, and that's final."
~~~
"I can't believe you're going!" Justin exclaimed for the umpteenth time as they drove down the road.
"Just shut up and sit there, and wear less clothing."
It really stank outside. Brian hoped Justin's family weren't a bunch of Mennonites. He hadn't signed up for smelling cow shit while he was trying to eat potato salad. And they better have guava juice. Of course, he hadn't signed up for anything, but Justin had been serious about taking Hunter, and surprisingly Hunter had agreed even though he's supposed to be a breeder, so Brian had to put a stop to it. Plus Michael hadn't stopped whining that Justin's dad was going to go psycho on Hunter's ass since Brian wasn't there to attack instead, and Michael would never forgive him, though Brian felt they were too protective of the little hustler -- he was of age by now.
Not to mention Justin was having trouble drinking his milk this morning.
"I can't wait to see dad's face! Oh, and with the groping, you can go under my clothes."
Brian's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. "If you don't leave me alone I'll drive off the fucking road."
Justin raised his eyebrows, and then they twitched seductively, and he leaned over. "You're so tense. I can help."
He unzipped Brian's pants and pulled his cock out, which had pretty much hardened when he was remembering the milk slipping out the corners of Justin's mouth and rolling down his neck to disappear under his shirt.
Brian groaned when Justin's mouth ascended on him and sucked the head before engulfing as much as possible. He canted his hips to the left a bit, threw his head against the head rest, and dragged his finger's through Justin's blond hair.
When Justin started to mumble with Brian's cock in his throat (the boy just kept getting better and better at cock sucking, especially deep-throating), Brian's eyes flew open and saw a telephone pole running towards them. He screamed and slammed on the brakes, stopping just shy of hitting it.
Justin's throat was convulsing over his cock and the adrenalin was racing through his veins so he exploded into Justin's mouth.
Hacking loudly, Justin pulled back, bent double. Brian slapped him on the back.
"Dammit," Justin said hoarsely. He flopped against the back of his seat and looked out the windshield. "I didn't think you were serious." He blinked, clutched tragically at his throat, and protested in a tiny girl's voice that the shrieking sound was not coming from him, and then he started to cough again.
~~~
"This is it?" Brian asked, staring at the farmhouse in disappointment. At least there were no smelly fields connected to the shack. How was it that Justin could have been so rich but his family reunion was held in this hovel?
"Just wait until you meet everyone!" Justin bubbled, practically clamoring into Brian's lap to kiss him. "I can't wait to show you off."
As if Justin couldn't be anymore gay he had to lick his lips and purr, "Absolutely scrumptious." Brian admired his perfect bubble butt as he crawled back to his seat, and promptly fell out of the car when he grabbed the handle for support. "Why wasn't it locked!" he yelled from the ground.
Brian stared up at the roof of the 'Vetti and wondered what the fuck he'd done to deserve this.
~~~
"Did you adopt yourself a new dad?" some old lady said to Justin, beaming.
Justin, bless his soon nonexistent soul, laughed so hard he wasn't making a sound. Brian scowled and hit him upside the head.
Then Craig Taylor walked over and grabbed the old lady's elbow. "No, that's Justin's molester."
Justin stopped laughing. The surrounding people turned to them. Brian distinctly heard someone whisper, "So that's him. Did you know he...touched Justin when he was only seventeen."
"No!" someone else whispered back, aghast.
Brian knew there was another reason he hadn't wanted to attend besides the fact that he didn't do family reunions.
If only to make matters worse and watch the steam rise from Craig's ears, Brian found himself cracking, "And he was such a feisty fuck too. Still is."
Justin moaned and slapped his head into his hands. The collected people gasped, reminding Brian of some melodramatic soap opera, and Craig curled a menacing hand.
At that moment Jennifer ran over. "Justin! You're late." She pulled his hands away and smothered him in over energetic kisses that had Brian smirking at his sour face. Then she turned and exclaimed, "Brian!" and proceeded to kiss him too. Justin stuck his tongue out triumphantly.
"Brian almost ran into a telephone pole."
Brian smiled sweetly and pushed Jennifer away. "Now whose fault was that, darling?" He grabbed the back of Justin's head and lead them away from the openly staring crowd.
Justin smiled, stood on his toes, and pecked a kiss on Brian's lips. "So, when do you want to start the groping?"
~~~
"I doubt he'll stumble across us in the bathroom." Justin pouted. "Most people knock first."
Brian shrugged and pushed Justin into the aforementioned bathroom, shutting the door behind him and not locking in sacrifice. Upsetting Craig didn't matter much to him anyway -- he wasn't suicidal enough to want Craig attacking him again. But he'd had to put up with two tedious hours of Justin hanging off him and his two hour old erection needed to fuck something. Now.
"Who's the feisty fuck now, huh?" Justin giggled.
Giggling was for munchers so Brian pinned him against the door and attacked his mouth. Justin responded by slithering down his body and mouthing his cock through his pants. Just when Brian had dropped his head back and was enjoying it, Justin crawled between his legs. He stood and licked Brian's neck.
Brian turned and slipped a hand down the front of Justin's pants, stroking along with Justin's nips and licks and wondering hands.
The door flung open and clipped Brian upside the head. His hand spasmed around Justin's cock, and Justin squeaked "Grandpa!" and came in his pants.
'Grandpa' grabbed the door and shut it, then opened it against Brian's head again before shutting it for good.
"I fucking hate family reunions," Brian groaned.
Justin, having recovered from his embarrassment in record time, patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, it's not like it's your worst day ever."
Brian thought about it, rubbed the nasty bump on his head, scowled, and decided that no, this was the worst fucking day in the history of days, times a thousand and two. He also decided that not another carton of milk would enter their house under any circumstance.
Timeline: Future
Rating: R
Length: 2310
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warning: Silliness abound
Summary: Brian doesn't go to family reunions. Nope. Not even milk can change that.
~~~
Brian was not having a good day.
"Come to my family reunion," Justin gasped.
Wait. Make that an understatement. He was having the worst fucking day in the history of days, times a thousand and two.
And it had been so good until he had to come home and find Justin stripped down to his white briefs and swinging his hips seductively to the music from the boom-box on the counter.
Now, usually this would have been a nice thing, a welcome thing, and Brian would have jumped on the opportunity, literally. But Whip It (the Moby version, of course) was crooning out of the boom-box, and the last time Justin had played that he wanted Brian to die his hair, and he didn't have any fucking gray hairs. He didn't. Kinneys didn't get gray hair. Except for the rest of his family. He himself was special.
So, naturally, Brian instantly yelled, "I don't have wrinkles around my eyes!"
Justin paused and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Brian watched the movement and resisted claiming it in his mouth because he was mad at Justin. Just because the little fucker was twelve years younger than him did not mean he could -- oh, wait, a family reunion.
"We could get some cream for that," Justin suggested, scratching at his chest. "I bet Emmett knows something that'll work. Hey, I'll call him!"
It took all Brian's willpower to not grab Justin's hot little ass when he skittered past to the phone and yell at him. Instead he walked outside and drove to Mikey's.
~~~
"No, no, it's all right," Justin insisted when Brian tried explaining to him exactly why he would never in a thousand years times two be caught dead, or alive, at a family reunion. He didn't even go to his own. Or Michael's and he knows that family on a more personal level. "I was thinking of asking Emmett to come with me. See, I don't want to look like some loser who can't get a boyfriend."
"With that queen?" Brian scoffed, his already shitty day because the bagel boy at Kinnetic had spilled coffee on him going to worse in flat zero seconds. "Can't you do any better?"
Justin cocked his head and studied him. "Nope." And he fucking pranced out of the room.
~~~
The moment Brian caught sight of Justin's shit-eating grin, which was so much brighter and eviler than the one that had earned him the name Sunshine, he knew something was about to get ugly.
"Guess who I ran into today?" Justin asked.
"Santa Claus. And he gave you some kinky spanking because you've been a Very. Bad. Boy."
A crease formed on Justin's brow. "Sometimes I swear there's something wrong with you. Santa." He shivered.
"I fucked an elf once."
"Moving along!"
Brian laughed until he heard the name "Ethan Gold" fall from Justin's lips. It took him a moment to figure out who that was but once he swapped Ethan for Ian he figured it out. And he instantly scowled.
"So," Justin said, that stupid evil grin ruining his innocent look, "I was thinking, since you won't go to my family reunion, and Em's a little too queeny, would you mind terribly if I brought Ethan? You know, strictly as friends, though everyone else will think we're dating, though I promise -- Gah!"
That's about the moment Brian threw him on the couch, tore off his jeans and underwear in one fluid movement, and kissed him harshly. Justin moaned and arched against him. "Mrf, fuck me!"
"If you ever mention that asshole's name again I'll carve your spleen out. And let it be known that I don't know what a spleen is so you're going to end up with a lot of things missing so I can be sure I got it."
Justin laughed. The cloudy anger melted slightly in Brian's mind and he realized he'd sort of lost, so he flipped Justin over, rolled a condom on, bypassed the lube and used spit instead because, really, Justin got fucked more than once a night so he didn't absolutely need it, and it was punishment, and rammed into him. Only, Justin screamed in ecstasy and shot his load two thrusts later so it was inadequate punishment.
However, that didn't stop Brian from fucking him four times that night.
~~~
The day before the family reunion, Brian was sick and tired of Justin's lame attempts to goad him into tagging along. Just because they had almost gotten married and Justin had returned from New York to have Brian take him back didn't mean he was obliged to reunions. He hadn't even gone to his tenth year high school reunion. Though he did have a fun time getting high with Mikey and reminiscing which guys from school they had fucked (Brian, obviously, won by a long shot) and wondering which ones were married with a wife and children and they could screw over by fucking again and letting their conscience do the rest.
So when he walked in the front door and found Justin sulking over a bowl of Cheerios he pulled on Justin's hair and snapped, "Get the fuck over it."
He grabbed the bottle of Beam off the counter and filled a cup to the brim, settling down for a long night of Justin complaining and bribing. In order to not lose his head he needed to be so drunk he didn't remember he had a head to lose.
Justin simply twirled his spoon through his cereal like the drama princess he is and sighed pitifully. "My dad's going to be at the family reunion."
"Ah." Brian took a large gulp.
"That's why I really wanted you to come with. I want to rub it in his face. We could start making out where he's sure to see, and you could grope me, a lot."
"Nice try, Sunshine."
Justin dropped his head, right into his bowl of cereal, and garbled, "It's true!"
Brian stared. He decidedly spent his time with the weirdest people.
"Wait," Brian said slowly, glaring down at him. "I thought you said this was for your mom's side of the family."
"It is." He lifted his head, the milk running down his skin and dripping off his nose and chin. "My grandma's like in love with my dad."
"Ew."
"Yeah." Justin nodded solemnly. "So much for shoving it in his bigoted face."
"Shut up. I'm concentrating."
Justin cocked his head and a drop of milk rolled down the side of his face to collect on his bottom lip. Brian was determinedly trying not to find it hot because milk? hot? no.
Suddenly Justin perked up, jerking his head so his dripping bangs flung off his forehead. "Hey! Do you think Ben and Michael would let me bring Hunter? He's an annoying shit but he is more my age."
"I think it's me that pisses your dad off." Brian stood and rounded the table, keeping his gaze on Justin's face.
Justin shrugged. "Yeah, well, if I can't have you..."
Brian bent over and licked Justin's cheek. "I'm not going, and that's final."
~~~
"I can't believe you're going!" Justin exclaimed for the umpteenth time as they drove down the road.
"Just shut up and sit there, and wear less clothing."
It really stank outside. Brian hoped Justin's family weren't a bunch of Mennonites. He hadn't signed up for smelling cow shit while he was trying to eat potato salad. And they better have guava juice. Of course, he hadn't signed up for anything, but Justin had been serious about taking Hunter, and surprisingly Hunter had agreed even though he's supposed to be a breeder, so Brian had to put a stop to it. Plus Michael hadn't stopped whining that Justin's dad was going to go psycho on Hunter's ass since Brian wasn't there to attack instead, and Michael would never forgive him, though Brian felt they were too protective of the little hustler -- he was of age by now.
Not to mention Justin was having trouble drinking his milk this morning.
"I can't wait to see dad's face! Oh, and with the groping, you can go under my clothes."
Brian's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. "If you don't leave me alone I'll drive off the fucking road."
Justin raised his eyebrows, and then they twitched seductively, and he leaned over. "You're so tense. I can help."
He unzipped Brian's pants and pulled his cock out, which had pretty much hardened when he was remembering the milk slipping out the corners of Justin's mouth and rolling down his neck to disappear under his shirt.
Brian groaned when Justin's mouth ascended on him and sucked the head before engulfing as much as possible. He canted his hips to the left a bit, threw his head against the head rest, and dragged his finger's through Justin's blond hair.
When Justin started to mumble with Brian's cock in his throat (the boy just kept getting better and better at cock sucking, especially deep-throating), Brian's eyes flew open and saw a telephone pole running towards them. He screamed and slammed on the brakes, stopping just shy of hitting it.
Justin's throat was convulsing over his cock and the adrenalin was racing through his veins so he exploded into Justin's mouth.
Hacking loudly, Justin pulled back, bent double. Brian slapped him on the back.
"Dammit," Justin said hoarsely. He flopped against the back of his seat and looked out the windshield. "I didn't think you were serious." He blinked, clutched tragically at his throat, and protested in a tiny girl's voice that the shrieking sound was not coming from him, and then he started to cough again.
~~~
"This is it?" Brian asked, staring at the farmhouse in disappointment. At least there were no smelly fields connected to the shack. How was it that Justin could have been so rich but his family reunion was held in this hovel?
"Just wait until you meet everyone!" Justin bubbled, practically clamoring into Brian's lap to kiss him. "I can't wait to show you off."
As if Justin couldn't be anymore gay he had to lick his lips and purr, "Absolutely scrumptious." Brian admired his perfect bubble butt as he crawled back to his seat, and promptly fell out of the car when he grabbed the handle for support. "Why wasn't it locked!" he yelled from the ground.
Brian stared up at the roof of the 'Vetti and wondered what the fuck he'd done to deserve this.
~~~
"Did you adopt yourself a new dad?" some old lady said to Justin, beaming.
Justin, bless his soon nonexistent soul, laughed so hard he wasn't making a sound. Brian scowled and hit him upside the head.
Then Craig Taylor walked over and grabbed the old lady's elbow. "No, that's Justin's molester."
Justin stopped laughing. The surrounding people turned to them. Brian distinctly heard someone whisper, "So that's him. Did you know he...touched Justin when he was only seventeen."
"No!" someone else whispered back, aghast.
Brian knew there was another reason he hadn't wanted to attend besides the fact that he didn't do family reunions.
If only to make matters worse and watch the steam rise from Craig's ears, Brian found himself cracking, "And he was such a feisty fuck too. Still is."
Justin moaned and slapped his head into his hands. The collected people gasped, reminding Brian of some melodramatic soap opera, and Craig curled a menacing hand.
At that moment Jennifer ran over. "Justin! You're late." She pulled his hands away and smothered him in over energetic kisses that had Brian smirking at his sour face. Then she turned and exclaimed, "Brian!" and proceeded to kiss him too. Justin stuck his tongue out triumphantly.
"Brian almost ran into a telephone pole."
Brian smiled sweetly and pushed Jennifer away. "Now whose fault was that, darling?" He grabbed the back of Justin's head and lead them away from the openly staring crowd.
Justin smiled, stood on his toes, and pecked a kiss on Brian's lips. "So, when do you want to start the groping?"
~~~
"I doubt he'll stumble across us in the bathroom." Justin pouted. "Most people knock first."
Brian shrugged and pushed Justin into the aforementioned bathroom, shutting the door behind him and not locking in sacrifice. Upsetting Craig didn't matter much to him anyway -- he wasn't suicidal enough to want Craig attacking him again. But he'd had to put up with two tedious hours of Justin hanging off him and his two hour old erection needed to fuck something. Now.
"Who's the feisty fuck now, huh?" Justin giggled.
Giggling was for munchers so Brian pinned him against the door and attacked his mouth. Justin responded by slithering down his body and mouthing his cock through his pants. Just when Brian had dropped his head back and was enjoying it, Justin crawled between his legs. He stood and licked Brian's neck.
Brian turned and slipped a hand down the front of Justin's pants, stroking along with Justin's nips and licks and wondering hands.
The door flung open and clipped Brian upside the head. His hand spasmed around Justin's cock, and Justin squeaked "Grandpa!" and came in his pants.
'Grandpa' grabbed the door and shut it, then opened it against Brian's head again before shutting it for good.
"I fucking hate family reunions," Brian groaned.
Justin, having recovered from his embarrassment in record time, patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, it's not like it's your worst day ever."
Brian thought about it, rubbed the nasty bump on his head, scowled, and decided that no, this was the worst fucking day in the history of days, times a thousand and two. He also decided that not another carton of milk would enter their house under any circumstance.