Gift #32

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TO: predec2
FROM: netlagd
TITLE: Just A Schoolboy Crush
GIFT REQUEST: Fic. Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff/schmoop/WAFF, Gus fic, Jealousy... B/J. Not that particular, but would like some sort of happy ending. I do love jealous Brian stories, though.
NOTE: Probably not exactly what you were thinking of, but hopefully there is some fun in it for you. Characters: QAF: Brian, Justin & Gus and QAF main cast cameo appearances. Rating: PG-13 - language, sexual situations. Timeline: QAF: AU 2015 – in canon otherwise – Brian owns Kinnetik; Gus is 15, Justin and Brian have not previously met


Banner (and beta) by the nicest Beta a girl could ask for such_a_steph who generously not only beta'd two fics, but created banners as well. Thanks Steph!

Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer As Folk are the property of Russell T. Davies, CowLip Productions, Tony Jonas Productions, Showtime Networks Inc. and others. No copyright infringement is intended.


Just A Schoolboy Crush

"… And Mr. Taylor, he's like so cool, he doesn't even have to teach. He says he teaches because he wants to give back."

"How noble of Mr.Taylor." Brian sneered under his breath. The buzzer rang and Brian sighed in relief. He loved his son, but all weekend he'd heard nothing but 'Mr Taylor' this and 'Mr Taylor' that. He would be glad to hand Gus back to his mothers and would be thrilled if he never heard the name Taylor again.

"… And he's like totally hot."

WHOA! What the fuck?! That remark brought Brian's head up and around so fast, he swore he heard it crack. "Fuck!" Rubbing the back of his neck, Brian crossed the foyer to open the door.

"Honestly Brian, language! Gus is fifteen, now. He knows what the word means. I can't keep him from cursing if you insist on doing it all the time! Can't you curb your tongue at least when he's out here staying with you?" Lindsay chided as she crossed the hall and divested herself of her scarf and coat. "Gus!" she called into the halls of the house. "Collect your things, we need to get going."

"Don't you want to come in and have a cup of coffee?" Brian offered.

Lindsay smiled up at him. "Sure. Gus always takes a half hour to pull all his stuff together. He always drags his feet about leaving. If he had his way, he'd live with you full time. He thinks the sun rises and sets over you."

"Not any more." Brian chaffed as they walked to the kitchen at the back of the house. "It seems I've been replaced." Brian placed a pod in the Keurig and started to assemble cream and sugar. He was swapping out the first mug for the second cup of coffee when Gus whirred into the kitchen.

"I'm all set, Mom!" Gus tossed his backpack on the kitchen table.

"That was quick. I was going to have a cup of coffee with your father."

"Oh. Well, okay. I guess I could go play a game for a little while." Gus dragged his feet as he shuffled off to the game room.

Brian quirked his eyebrows at Lindsay.

"Well, that was different." Lindsay observed as she gladly took the offered mug and added a bit of cream. "Usually I have to drag him kicking and screaming from here. I wonder what's up."

"I've been replaced."

"Replaced?"

"By the perfect and from what I gather 'totally hot' Mr. Taylor."

"Justin?"

"Justin? I don't know. All Gus has raved about all weekend is the ubiquitous Mr. Taylor. He's so cool, he's so awesome, he's totally cute, he rescues puppies and feeds homeless drag queens."

Lindsay snorted. "Sounds like someone's jealous," she sing-songed and lightly punched Brian in the arm before giving him a hug.

Brian pushed at her arm, "get off of me."

"Well, I guess it had to happen someday. Teenage years… puberty. It's the time for all kids to hate their parents and idolize others."

"Who the fuck is Mr. Taylor anyway? – aside from his teacher."

"Justin? He's a quite well respected artist. He recently moved back to Pittsburgh from New York…"

"No one in their right mind chooses the Pitts over New York." Brian snorted. "Couldn't make it in the big city? Is well respected code for starving artist?"

"No, really," Lindsay was quick to cut in. "He is an amazing artist – his work is shown all over the world. And commands prices in the six figures. St. James was lucky to secure him for the winter quarter. Gus is lucky to have been able to get into his class."

"My tuition dollars at work."

"Actually, Justin's an alumni. He's teaching gratis."

"It sounds like Gus isn't the only one with hero worship."

"You're awful snarky," Lindsay replied, and Brian flashed her a smarmy smile. "Surprisingly, even you must have found his work up to your highly discriminating standards."

Brian arched an eyebrow, but stayed silent.

"Well, you own at least three of his paintings that I know of – they hang at Kinnetik – in the lobby, the large conference room and your office!"

"J. Taylor is this Mr. Taylor Gus has been gushing about?"

"Yes. I swear Brian, do you read anything I send you about your child's education. Do you even care?"

"Lindsay, I pay the outrageous tuition at the private school you and Mel insisted Gus just had to go to. I support Gus' education in a variety of ways, including educational games, toys and trips as well as making sure he has access to the latest and best technology. I'm sorry if an elective course in art is not at the top of my radar. It isn't as if Gus is planning a career as an artist… one can be thankful…" Brian trailed off as Lindsay's eyes narrowed. Oops, wrong subject. "What I mean to say is art is your thing, and I support your and Gus' interest. But until he started waxing poetic on the hotness of Mr. Taylor…"

Lindsay snorted. "Figures, all you can think about is sex."

"Unfair Lindsay. Look this conversation is going nowhere. All I want to know is if this is just some sort of crush, or if I need to worry about this Mr. Taylor and Gus."

"What!?"

"Gus is getting to that age…"

"I think he has a bit more sense than to suck off the art teacher in the showers."

"Low blow. But I couldn't stop myself at his age, at younger than his age. And kids grow up faster these days as you've pointed out regularly. For all you and I know, Gus could already be fucking around."

"Your son does not fuck around - he's not you."

"He's male, he's identified himself as gay. All men are lead by their dicks. Fuck, it was you who was calling me up when he hit puberty and was locking himself in the bathroom. I'm the one giving him the safe sex lecture every time he gets a boyfriend."

"Stop it! Justin Taylor has no designs on your little boy. It's just some schoolboy crush. Gus knows it is inappropriate to date anyone older… that old…"

"Just how old is Justin Taylor?"

"Oh, I don't know, he looks like a teenager…"

"Why Lindsay, that makes me feel so much more confident our son will know not to cross boundaries…"

"He has to be at least ten… no fifteen years older… maybe more."

Brian rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose; he was getting a headache. "GUS!"

Gus eventually clumped into the kitchen where two of his parents were. "You bellowed?"

"Mr. Taylor…" Brian began.

"What about him?"

"You do understand he is too old for you and it is inappropriate for you to… desire…"

"Want to fuck him?" Gus finished.

"Brian!" Lindsay railed.

"Yes." Brian replied. "He's your teacher and you need to respect him."

"Like you and your coach in the shower?" Gus smiled with raised eyebrows.

Brian looked at Lindsay. "I see Mel's influence is strong with this one." Redirecting to Gus, he said. "Look, it was inappropriate for my coach and me to have sex. Adults get jailed for having sex with minors. You seem to like Mr. Taylor – would you want him to be locked up? The laws are there to protect you."

"Look dad, I like Mr. Taylor and all. And, yeah, he's hot and cute, but he's like ancient. Not as old as you, but he's got to be nearly twenty years older than me. And no, I don't want him to go to jail." Gus turned to his mom. "Can we please go home? I'm getting a headache!" Gus made an impressive exit full of sighing and arms flailing.

"Drama queen." Brian rolled his eyes. "I think we can safely close the door on Mr. Taylor."

"See you on Wednesday?"

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"That's totally fucked up! Your dad really thought you were having sex with Mr. Taylor?" Rick laughed at Gus as he reached for the communal plate of fries centered on the table of the back booth at the Liberty Diner.

"You wish!" Jake chimed in.

Gus kicked Jake under the table and glanced around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation. "Will you guys shut the fuck up? It's bad enough my grandma runs this place, someone will blab to her!"

"Hey, you didn't want to go to Starbucks." Rick answered back. "Does your dad even know what Mr. Taylor looks like? I mean, he's hot in that kind of Greg Cipes kind of way…

"Totally hot, with that amazing ass – and cute," Jake interrupted.

Rick gave Jake an annoyed look and continued, "but he's ancient! He's old enough to be your father."

"Or old enough to do your father." Jake piped in.

Now Gus gave Jake an annoyed look. "Like I so don't need to even think about that. Now I'm going to need brain bleach when I see either one of them."

"Mr. Kinney and Mr. Taylor – oooooo!" Rick waggled his eyebrows while shifting in his seat to avoid being kicked by Gus.

Gus gave up on the kicking and flicked water out of his glass at Rick.

Jake interrupted the by play. "Hey! Hey! We could like drop hints to Mr. Kinney about how Mr. Taylor is making the moves on his baby boy!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Rick joined in. "Your dad storming into Art Class, ready to defend your virtue – or at least what is left of it…"

"Fuck you!" Gus hurled.

"He wishes!" Jake added, earning a kick under the table from Rick. "Ow! What was that for?"

Rick flicked water from his glass at Jake. "Shut up, big mouth!" Rick turned back toward Gus. "… Your father storms into Art Class, accusing Mr. Taylor of taking advantage of you." Jake snorted. "And they get into it, then they look into each other's eyes, and your dad grabs Mr. Taylor and kisses him in front of the whole class – serious, tongue and everything! Then they start going at it, humping and Mr. Taylor's pulling you dad's clothes off…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Jake was practically salivating.

"Would you just shut the fuck up!" Gus cut in. "You sound like a bad Dreamspinner Press novel or worse some bad porno my Aunty Em watches."

"Hey, I like those Dreamspinner books!" Jake piped in.

"Pussy!" Rick called out.

Gus groaned, "I'm surrounded by idiots!"

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Brian was at the counter paying for his late to-go lunch when he noticed Gus and his buddies in the back of the diner. They seemed a bit rowdy, but Brian didn't catch more than "Mr. Taylor" "hot ass" "rip his clothes off". Did he really want to know? Suddenly he made eye contact with Jake. Jake turned beet red and shushed the others. Rick and Gus turned and the back booth got whole lpt quieter.

Brian strolled over. "Howdy boys."

"Hi Mr. Kinney." "Mr. Kinney." "Dad."

"Shouldn't you fellows be in school at 2pm on a weekday?"

Rick spoke up, "It's a half day – Teacher work day training or something."

Brian struggled not to roll his eyes. For what he was paying in tuition, the teachers could choose to have their workday training outside of his son's education hours. "All right, well…" Brian caught himself before he could say "behave yourselves" Shit! I need to get out of here. "Well, I need to get back to my office." Brian left the diner and walked the few blocks back to Kinnetik.

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Brian threw the crusts of his turkey sandwich into the trash. He'd been staring at his J. Taylor painting as he ate his lunch. He was still bothered by the whole "Mr. Taylor" thing. He browsed his calendar. Nothing pressing. He'd planned to start mapping out the fall campaign for Brown Athletics, but he had over two weeks before he was to meet with Leo. He could take some time.

"Clarisse?" Brian called though the office intercom to his assistant du jour. He'd gone through half a dozen assistants since kicking Cynthia up to the executive suite two years ago. But this one seemed to be hanging in there. He'd let Cynthia pick her out, no doubt his COO was getting tired of doing two jobs.

"Yes, Brian."

"I'm leaving for the day – if anything comes up you can reach me on my mobile phone."

"Yes, Brian."

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Brian backed out of his parking space in the Kinnetik lot and made his way across town to Gus' school. He was going to see just how hot this art teacher really was.

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Brian cursed under his breath as he got back into his car. He felt like he was on a wild goose chase. Brian had tried to track down Taylor at St. James only to discover the art teacher was exempt from the afternoon training. At least the nitwit in the office had been able to supply him with the address for Taylor's studio. Following the direction of the GPS, Brian crossed back to central Pittsburgh to the address on the one-way alley a few blocks from Kinnetik.

Brian glanced across the alley to the ramshackle three-story factory building and checked the address. It looked like Taylor had fallen from grace. Fuck, the old bathhouse he'd renovated for Kinnetik looked better than this shithole – before the renovation. So much for commanding six figure commissions.

The Rolling Stones could be heard as Brian climbed the four short steps to the door. He debated whether or not to knock, but figured if he could hear Miss You at top volume it was unlikely his knock would be heard inside. Brian tested the door and it swung open.

He followed the sound of the Stones down a dimly lit corridor of dinged up walls and buckling paint. To an untrained eye, the place looked like a run down tenement. Until you looked at the floor – the floor was spotless. Toward the end of the hallway light appeared under a blood red door as Miss You transitioned to When the Whip Comes Down. The door had three deadbolts. Next to the frame was a plastic covered keypad and a buzzer. An arrow pointing up looked like it had been hastily drawn by a Sharpie, above the head of the arrow was the word "Smile!". Brian followed the direction of the arrow and noticed the camera hidden in a corner above the doorframe. This time when he tested the door, it didn't budge.

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Justin had been watching the tall, dark stranger since Brian had tripped the motion sensor entering the Studio building. He didn't get a lot of traffic. Justin kept the outside of his building along the lines of the others on the block. He'd been watching the gentrification of close by blocks and knew it was just a matter of time before his neighborhood would bloom. In the meanwhile, he had great studio space where hardly anyone bothered him. Except… which brought him back to the handsome stranger.

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Brian gave the camera a smarmy smile and rang the bell.

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Justin considered not answering the bell, but by now, the Stones were on to Just My Imagination so it wasn't like he could lay low. He used a rag to remove at least the top layer of paint from his hands before using the remote to lower the volume. He crossed to the door.

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The drop in volume confirmed someone was home. Brian waited for the door to be opened. And waited. And waited. He looked back up at the camera.

"You know I'm out here."

"Do I know you?" A voice came from a speaker hidden somewhere above Brian's head.

Fuck! What do I do to deserve this idiocy.

"Probably not. I'm Brian Kinney – Gus Marcus-Peterson's father."

Justin's eyebrows furrowed. "Gus? Gus doesn't have a father, he has two mothers."

Brian rolled his eyes. "No shit, he has two mothers. But they wouldn't have a Gus without a Y chromosome being involved. Despite what the lezzies tell you, it takes sperm to make a baby."

Behind the door Justin gave a silent chuckle. Fuck it, he opened the door and leaned on the frame. Wow, the camera didn't prepare him for the handsome man on the other side of his threshold.

"So Brian Kinney, what brings you to my little piece of heaven."

Brian snorted and crossed into the room, leaving Justin to quickly close the door and scurry after the older man. "Is that what you call this?" Brian looked around then blinked a bit. "What the hell? Where the fuck is the light coming from?" Shielding his eyes with his hand, Brian looked up.

There was about a 10 feet of overhang running the perimeter of what must have been once an open factory floor. Beyond the overhang, the room opened up – the entire height of the building to open rafters and a several tented glass and wrought iron peaks that formed the roof.

Brian was dumbfounded. It seemed like something more in place with a Dickens novel and old time London. "Fuck! That's amazing."

Justin couldn't contain his grin. "Like it? When I saw it, I had to have it."

"How the fuck do you keep all that glass clean?"

"I have a contract with a window washing service. It costs an indecent amount of money annually, but my accountant swears to me I can write it off as a business expense."

"What do they employ? Flying monkeys?"

"More like aerialists and rock climbers – actually the rock climbers love to work here, they get good practice."

"Huh." Brian continued to ponder the ceiling, roof, whatever.

"But enough about cleaning my windows. You say you're Gus' dad. Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

Brian's attention was brought back to Justin Taylor. He stopped and took a good look, before circling the younger man. Definitely doesn't look to be pushing thirty, more like twenty-five, definitely hot. Brian stopped behind Justin, causing Justin to crane his head to the left and to the right. Rick had been right about that perfect ass – I'd do him.

"Hey! What's going on? Do I have paint on my ass or something." Justin twisted and turned trying to see what might be on the ancient jeans. Was he wearing the ones that were just thread at the crease of the seat? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

"More like something."

…FUCK! Brian's cryptic reply had Justin swatting his ass. Fucking wrong day to go commando.

Brian reached to intervene, only to have Justin's palm clap Brian's hand onto one cheek.

When life gives you a present. Brian mentally shrugged and copped a feel, his fingers sliding along the silk of exposed skin. Yeah, I'd definitely do him.

Justin stopped flailing and stood stock still. Did Brian Kinney just grope my ass!? Justin swallowed and tried to tamp down the red he could feel crawling up his cheeks. He turned his entire body, breaking the connection of the fingers with flesh. Justin could feel some of the thread break and a soft breeze where there shouldn't be one. He cleared his throat. "Gus? Was there an issue?"

"Only if you find being the object of some schoolboy crush an issue."

"Gus?" Justin laughed. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm old enough to be his father." Justin looked at Brian. "Well, maybe not old enough…"

"Careful… I wouldn't go there if I were you."

Justin smiled making his eyes crinkle. Brian was blinded by more than the sun from the roof. "Seriously, Gus is what 17? 16? 15?"

"What is this? A missile launch? He's 15."

"Well, there you go, I'm thirty-two. Hardly the age of anyone he would be interested in. Besides…"

Fuck! I'm forty-four, he's twelve years younger and worse looks twenty years younger – I was supposed to die before I got fucking ancient. "… What? You're straight?" Brian rubbed at his fingers as he struggled to resist his attraction to the teacher.

"Well, no – not that it's any of your business or that it really matters." Justin licked his lips; it was like an invitation.

Fuck it! Brian didn't bother to try to control his reaction. He hauled Justin up against his body and laid a mind blowing kiss on stunned lips.

"Oh…" Justin's mouth formed an open circle and Brian dived in. Justin blinked a couple of times and went for it. Damn, he's a good kisser. Brian's hands slid from Justin's shoulders to his ass. His fingertips breached the threadbare fabric and caressed the plentiful exposed flesh. Justin swallowed and moved back a little, breaking contact.

"Uh, I think you may have gotten the wrong idea."

Brian looked down at Justin's crotch, the bulge, the wet spot forming. He raised an eyebrow. "Hard to say, but if I were a betting man…"

"Uh, okay, maybe not entirely the wrong idea. But it's not like we know each other or anything. This isn't the backroom of Babylon!"

Brian laughed. "Funny you should say that…"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. You're right, this isn't what I came for. And despite how enjoyable it is, I really just want to be sure you'll steer clear of my son… and his friends."

Justin looked at Brian like he was delusional. "Excuse me? Did you just warn me off some schoolboys? I'm their teacher. I highly doubt…"

Brian interrupted, "They are fifteen years old. You remember fifteen? Constant boner? Hormones? Masturbating in the bathroom? Horny for anything with two legs and a dick? Well, gay boys haven't evolved in fifteen years."

"So what… they're going to jump my bones – like you did?"

Brian rolled his eyes, then shrugged his shoulders. "We're adults, we're queer. Ask anyone on Liberty Avenue, they'll tell you I've has most of the fuckable men in Pittsburgh – but they WERE MEN. All I'm asking is for you be aware of what's going on. You're in their sights. And I'd appreciate anything you might be able to do to lessen their fascination with you. Like not wearing those jeans to class and putting on some underwear ."

"Now you're telling me how to dress? You're unbelievable. Any other advice, oh Lord of Liberty Avenue?"

Brian was taken aback by the unintentional use of his formal title. "Look, just keep to someone your own age… please." He bit out the last word.

Justin could see Brian was sincere, and it had cost him a quite a bit to change his order into a request. Justin could also see evidence neither Brian nor he were immune to their attraction for one another. He decided to poke the bear. "Someone my own age? Someone old enough to be Gus' father?"

"Do you really want to go there?" Brian gave Justin one last out.

"Oh," Justin nodded. "I definitely want to go there." He grabbed Brian's hand. "I don’t really do a lot of figure studies these days, but I like to keep my options open. It's always good to be prepared, don't you think?" Justin asked as led Brian to the far side of the studio where a few futons were piled.

Brian judged the stack to be comfortable enough for what he had in mind. He reached into his pocket for a condom and lube. "Oh, I'm always prepared."

Comments

[wren-kt7oz.livejournal.com]

Oh, behind the genuine concern over a real issue (and who better than Brian to know it's a real issue?), this was a lot of fun.

[netlagd.livejournal.com]

Thanks, this fic had a lot of different facets.
I remember the first time I watched QAF, I was really incensed by what I saw as inappropriate behavior between Brian and Justin. I decided to poke the bear with this one.

[predec2.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the fic! I really enjoyed it. :) Yes, was thinking a little differently about the the 'jealousy' aspect, but this was very unique. I would love a little epilogue to continue where they left off, especially where Gus figures out just who his father is involved with.;) Maybe you will consider that in the future?

Always like a fic where Gus and his father interact, and shows the love between father and son. the banter between Justin and Brian made me smile, too. Thank you for writing. ~Kim

[netlagd.livejournal.com]

I'm very glad you enjoyed the fic. I might have a few more chapters up my sleeve.

[blossomlegs.livejournal.com]

I can just imagine Gus's reaction if and when he and his friends find out that Mr. Taylor and Mr. Kinney get together. Brian shows he is a great Dad buy checking out Justin and voicing his concerns regarding Gus and his friends "crush" on him, pus Brian knowing the real issue and consequences.
Great fic, thanks for sharing.
JoAnn

[rulisteningbj.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this. I love a fic with older Gus and Brian. This was perfect. I think we need to visit them again and see where this goes?

Dee Dee