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To: nemesia_poo/tia_nemesia
From: rainbow1907
Title: Christmas in the Pitts
Gift Request: fic, drabble… comedy… all the gang



Christmas in the Pitts

“Mikey? Mikey! Just listen… Stop! You’re giving me a headache.”

Brian rubbed his neck, trying to relieve the tension. Having his lunch break with Michael at the diner turned out not to be such a great idea after all.

“I know it’s really shitty that JR is sick with the chickenpox and that the munchers had to cancel their flight. But you’re not the only one who’s disappointed that they can’t spend Christmas as planned with us here in the Pitts.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Brian. You got to see Gus two weeks ago when you and Justin visited them right before Hanukkah. For me, on the other hand, it’s been more than two months since I last got to see my little princess. I don’t have her nearly as much as I would like and I miss her so much.”

Brian patted his hand and rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re such a drama queen, Michael! I miss Gus too but whining doesn’t help. It makes your dick soft, that’s all. Besides, I took some pictures for you when we were there. I know you’ve been drooling over them ever since.”

Absentmindedly scratching an itch on his chin, he frowned. “However I’m going to call Lindsay and have a word with her. How come she never told us that Gus was sick? I wouldn’t even know at all had Mel not called you to tell you that he passed his chickenpox to her. I really would’ve appreciated her telling me that my son got sick. He was still healthy when we left Toronto so it must’ve happened right after.”

Michael dropped his head on his folded arms and groaned loudly.

“Ah! My poor little honeybunch. It’s so awful that she’s sick! I wish…”

“Be reasonable. You know it’s much too dangerous for Ben and Hunter to be exposed to it. It’s better this way.”

“Yeah, I know. But I can still wish it were otherwise.”

*****

“You want some more coffee?”

“Uh-huh…”

Talking to Brian over breakfast was like pulling teeth, Justin thought. He was unbearable without the right amount of caffeine in his bloodstream so the trick was to fill him up with coffee as fast as possible.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

Ah! An actual word. Still no eye contact though.

Justin tilted his head to the side, his eyes focusing on Brian’s face.

“You know I really hate to break it to you but you’ve got a pimple on your chin.”

Brian shot him a nasty look across the breakfast table.

“You’re not funny! I’ll have you know that I never had any pimples, not even as a teenager.”

Completely unfazed, Justin grinned back at him.

“Yeah, but you have one now. Right… there.”

He leaned across the table, peeked closer and pointed his index finger to somewhere on the right side of Brian’s chin. Brian secretly thought that he looked adorable with his crunched up nose and squinted eyes. Not that he’d ever say that out loud. He was no fool.

But damn! Now that the twat had voiced the ludicrous idea that he, of all people, could have a pimple, the indicated spot started to itch somewhat fiercely. It couldn’t be, could it?

“I have to call Cynthia and tell her that I’ll be working from home today.”

“Oh my god! You’re so vain.” Justin laughed and Brian glared back at him.

“You’re enjoying that entirely too much.”

Alarmed at the thought of having his flawless appearance blemished in such a prominent place, he hastily stood up, shoved back his chair and rushed to the bathroom to judge the damage for himself. The silly twat, still snickering, was right on his heels.

But a closer look into the mirror proved…

“It’s not a pimple, isn’t it?”

“No, you’re right, it looks different… maybe a mosquito bite?”

“Here, in December? Get real!”

“I think it looks like…” Concerned blue eyes looked anxiously at him. “Uhm, Brian – did you ever get chickenpox as a child?”

“How would I know that? I can’t remember ever being sick… Shit!”

*****

“No, absolutely not! Theodore, you’re not coming here… no, I talked to Cynthia and left sufficient instructions for all of you. Just do as you are told - even you should be able to follow simple instructions.”

Brian paced the floor, grimacing as the movements made his pounding headache even worse. But he was restless and knew that as soon as he lay down the relentless itching would drive him mad.

“Yeah, you’re a real joker… one laugh a year. Justin will drop off the signed papers on his way to the gallery.”

*****

“Baby! There you are. I swear you’re more difficult to get a hold of than the Pope. Or Brian. Not that those two have anything in common besides that.”

Emmett’s enthusiastic greeting had Justin instantly feel better. He was starting to feel frazzled around the edges, Brian was not a very patient… patient.

“And what is it that I hear on the gay grapevine? Christmas at Britin got cancelled? Poor Debbie is beside herself, she’s got her panties all in a twist… not that I want to think of Debbie and panties in the same sentence. I do love her dearly but her fashion sense is deplorable. Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, there she was all ready to go to work in your beautiful and huge kitchen, the poor thing. Whatever is wrong, huh? Come on, Sweetie, you know I won’t breathe a word to anybody if you don’t want me to. Just take a deep breath and tell Auntie Em everything.”

*****

“Hey, Sonny Boy, how are you?”

“Daddy! I was sick! And I gave Jenny the chickenpox and she has itchy spots everywhere! And I didn’t have to go to school for two weeks. But now we can’t come visit for Christmas and I’m so sad.”

“Yes, I’m also sad about that. Justin and I were looking forward to having Christmas together with you. We wanted to celebrate all together at our house. But you know that Santa will find you wherever you are, right? And be a good boy for me and be nice to your little sister even if she’s grumpy because you know she itches like crazy. Can you promise me that, Gus?”

“Okay, Daddy. I had to promise Mommy and Mama too, you know. And now Mommy wants to talk to you, okay? Later, Daddy.”

“Later, Sonny Boy, Daddy loves you… Lindsay… why didn’t you call to tell me that my son was sick? I thought we had gotten beyond that by now?”

“Oh Brian, I’m so sorry but I just didn’t think. I was all so crazy at first with Gus sick and then JR and us having to change all our Christmas plans and cancel our trip to Pittsburgh. And there was no need for you to worry about him, was there?”

“No need? Lindsay, he’s my son as much as he is yours and I love him just as much as you do. When will you get that through that thick skull of yours that I don’t plan on going anywhere?”

Also, a warning would have been nice even if it hadn’t changed a damn thing, Brian silently added.

*****

Brian woke up to the comforting feeling of Justin’s cool hand on his forehead. Caught slightly off guard, he grumpily slapped away the offending body part.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re my lover, not my fucking mother… and it’s a good thing you’re not,” he added, mumbling under his breath.

“How do you feel? I think you might have a fever, you feel kind of hot to the touch.” Justin peered anxiously at him and Brian rolled his eyes.

“Of course I’m hot. I’m always hot, you should know that by now. As for the rest – not too bad. I’ll live. And since I have my own personal nurse right here…” Leering suggestively, he grabbed Justin’s butt to pull him closer. “Do your nursely duty, Florence Nightingale.”

“You’re right, I think it’s time to slather some more of that white shit on your skin.” Justin grabbed the little bottle from the nightstand, shook it vigorously and set to work. “Here, lie still.”

“You know, that wasn’t what I meant. I had another kind of nursely duty on my mind.” Brian pouted. “I’m bored. And I don’t feel too well. I have a couple of ideas for you to take my mind off my suffering.”

Justin paused to study his handiwork. Brian’s whole body was a landscape of countless white dots. He grinned impishly at him.

“Wow, Brian, you look all sprinkly! Thank god your dick is unaffected - it would suck otherwise.”

“Ha-hah. Very funny. You wouldn’t know how to survive without my dick. And speaking of sucking – why don’t you get busy down there?”

*****

“Hey.” Justin opened the door to a cheerfully waving Debbie. His shoulders sagged and he looked reproachfully at her.

“Emmett talked, didn’t he?”

“Nah…” Debbie drawled out the syllable, cutting it off with the snapping sound of her bubblegum. “The little shit held out on me which must’ve been a first for him. I’m actually quite proud of him,” she added thoughtfully.

“Anyway, since Carl had some business out here I had him drop me off to pay your majesties a visit. I’m worried about what’s going on with you. What’s with this last minute cancelling shit? We were all set to give celebrating Christmas at this huge house of yours a go.”

“Uhm… Debbie…”

“And are you going to open the fucking door to let me in, Sunshine, or do I have to stay outside until Carl picks me up again?”

“Ah, shit! Let her in, Justin,” Brian’s resigned voice rang out from inside. “We can’t very well leave her standing outside in this weather catching the fucking flu. Carl would arrest our sorry asses in a heartbeat.”

Justin stepped aside as Debbie shoved her way inside the house.

“Oh my fucking god!” Debbie exclaimed, stopped short at the sight of Brian. Then she bore down on him, smothering him in a choking embrace.

“You look…” She shook her head and chuckled. “I’m actually speechless, it’s…”

“Yeah, it must be a first… Mom. But you can see why we had to cancel the whole shindig? No way are we risking Ben’s or Hunter’s health over this.”

Brian glared at her.

“And no way anybody gets to see me like this so you’d better keep your mouth shut or I’m going to have the balls that I’m sure you’re hiding somewhere in those drawers of steel that you must be wearing. I don’t need the circus, even if the twat here claims that he could make a fucking fortune selling tickets.”

Debbie met his glare head on, her eyes somewhat shinier than usual.

“You can’t deceive me, Brian Kinney, I’m on to you. You’re a good man. And don’t think we don’t all know it.”

She pulled him closer again, leaving a bright red lipstick imprint on his cheek.

“And I’m sure Gus would be thrilled if you felt well enough to drop in for a surprise Christmas visit in Toronto.”