Thanks to Wendy, Mandi, Lois and Jen for their beta help!

Sunday Afternoon Delights:
COOKIES & CREAM
by Irina & PIG

"Gus, no," Brian said as his son stuffed another Oreo in his mouth.  Shaking his head, he turned to his lover. "This cookie eating thing - he inherited from you."

"Me?" Justin asked, eyebrows raised in confusion. "What the fuck did I do? You bought him the box of cookies, even after I told you Melanie would have a fit. He's gonna keep them up all night with all the sugar he's consumed."

"Well, he would have had a fit if I didn't."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Excuses, excuses."

He looked over at Gus. The toddler had managed to stuff half of an Oreo cookie into his mouth. Shiny baby drool was slowly leaking down his arm. Pretty soon, Brian was going to have a fit of his own. Justin grinned at the thought and Gus, thinking he had done something funny, giggled too.

Brian glared at his lover. This wouldn't be the first time those two teamed up against him. "See, that's what I'm talking about. This."  He pointed at the two grins directed at him. "He's turning into you."

Justin snorted and heard a smaller imitation of it from his side.  Eyebrows raised again, he faced the toddler and received a toothy, chocolate grin. 

"I think he just likes me more," Justin remarked smartly.

"Because you can't say no."

Justin stuck his tongue out at the older man. "I don't have to say no - I'm not his father. But seriously, I think it's 'cos I'm cuter and way more mature."

Looking at Gus again, Justin noticed the kid was staring at him with his tongue half way out his mouth.

Brian snorted, noticing the mini-Justin mimicking every movement his lover made. "Yeah, definitely MORE mature," he added, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Justin tossed a look his way. "Are you jealous?" He didn't wait for Brian's denial, but continued, "I think you're jealous. Jealous. Jealous. Jealous." Giving Gus a grin, he prompted, "Right, Gus?"

Gus nodded automatically, the full fist in his mouth surrounded by chocolate and cream.

Shooting Brian a smug look, Justin said, "Even Gus thinks you're jealous."

Rolling his eyes at the two men currently snickering at him, Brian crossed the living room and dropped down onto the couch, picking up the remote control. "Gus doesn't know what's good for him," he threw over his shoulder. "And neither do you, it would seem."

Turning on the TV he was greeted by the digital image of the Scooby gang.

The minute Gus heard the familiar "Scooby doobie do... doo-ba-di-do" he squealed and ran across to the TV, sticky fingers trying to touch Scooby's face.

While the toddler's attention was focused on the mystery solving gang, Justin used the opportunity to get comfy on Brian's tummy, the exaggerated groans of protest being ignored.

"I'm not *that* heavy," Justin told his lover matter-of-factly. "And be careful how you respond to that. You know who is going home tonight, and you know who is gonna want you know what."

The blond grinned when he saw his lover's expression.

"And you know who should behave himself or he just might get spanked."

Justin grinned mischievously. "Is that supposed to be some sort of warning?"

"You're damn right, it is," Brian replied, tongue in cheek.

"What makes you think I don't wanna get spanked?" Justin asked teasingly.

Brian groaned, shaking his head. His lover always found a way to put a positive spin on everything. Or a sexual one. Usually both.

Licking his lips, Justin was about to add another teasing comment when Gus ran over to him, sticky fingers slapped against his bare legs.

"Boo, boo!" Gus screamed excitedly.

"Huh?" Justin looked at Brian.

Seeing the confused look on the blond's face and the ever so excited one on his son's, Brian could only laugh. "Looks like you earn the honors of changing the little man's diaper here."

Noticing Justin's squirm, Brian only laughed harder.

Justin grimaced. "Why do I always get suckered into these things?"

Lifting Gus into his arms, he held the baby a distance away, the scent of something rotting coming from the vicinity of his pampered bottom. Gus giggled and smacked his hand against Justin's face, cookie crumbs sticking to the blond's cheek.

Turning to Brian, Justin sighed. "Hey, you can sit and laugh all you want. At least he likes me enough..." He didn't finish his comment because Gus smacked him again, this time against the mouth, feeding Justin his half-eaten, drool laden cookie.

Brian snorted a loud laugh before turning his attention to the cartoon on the TV, tuning out the sound of the water running in the bathroom.

Justin cleaned the kid, plus his own face, as best as he could in world record time.  Changing dirty diapers was so un-cool. With Gus in his arms, he returned to the living room.

"Go and let Brian get a whiff of you now," Justin told him.

Gus refused to budge. He was not going anywhere, and to emphasize his point, he rested his head on Justin's shoulder and stuck a thumb in his mouth.

"Don't you wanna go sit with Brian?" Justin asked the toddler.

Gus shook his head. "Dada."

Blue eyes found hazel.

"Um... no, Gus," Justin started. "I'm not dada."

Gus touched Justin's chin. "Dada," he repeated.

The smile that appeared on Brian's face the moment he heard his two men returning was long gone by now. The older man was flabbergasted. He knew that Gus loved Justin, probably as much as he did him. That wasn't a problem for him. In fact, he couldn't have been happier: the two most important people in his life loving each other as much as he loved them, even though he'd never admit to it. But this...

Brian shifted into a sitting position, his eyes drifting between his lover and his son who clutched Justin's hand and pressed ever so closely to the young artist. Brian knew that he wouldn't be winning any 'Father of the Year' awards any time soon, but he was doing more than he had ever expected to, ever dreamed of.

But now he realized that, despite what he'd previously thought, maybe dropping in once a week or babysitting Gus for a few hours wasn't enough.

Justin saw the varying emotions rushing across Brian's face. He knew Brian was sensitive about specific things; him and Gus just to name a few. But it wasn't fair; Gus didn't know what he was saying. Brian had to have realized that.

Justin didn't know what to say or do to make things better. Ok, maybe he did. He sat down next to his lover, Gus on his lap. Leaning down, he whispered the plan in Gus' ear.

The toddler's eyes opened wide and he grinned. Giving Brian a wicked grin, Justin told Gus, "Attack!"

The kid giggled as he tried to mimic the blond's tickling strategy.  Justin ignored Brian's groans of protest mixed in with peals of laughter.

Brian squealed, a sound that he would never have thought he was capable of making unless a certain mouth was engulfing his cock. The little shit knew all his sensitive spots and was using the knowledge to his advantage, in the process teaching Gus what those spots were as well.

Gus was having a ball of a time and so was Justin. He was so caught up in aiming for another one of Brian's "weak" spots, he lost his balance and fell to the floor.

At first when he heard the loud thump, Brian followed Gus's lead and started laughing. Quickly noticing, however, the pained look on Justin's face and which hand Justin had landed on, Brian jumped to his feet.

"Gus, look, it's Sponge Bob." The ad exec refrained from cringing at the fact that he actually knew cartoon characters, relieved to see his son's complete attention focused on the big screen TV.

Brian in turn focused his attention on the blond still sitting on the floor, massaging his right hand. Walking back over to the couch, Brian held out his hand and helped Justin up. When the two of them were finally sitting firmly on the comfortable cushions of the couch, the older man took Justin's hand in his, carefully examining every inch of the pink palm.

"Are you ok?" he asked, not even trying to hide his concern.

Justin bit back a sob. He couldn't let Brian know how much it hurt.  He'd be hauling his ass to the emergency room!

Grimacing slightly, Justin nodded. "I'll be ok."

Even though the blond tried to assure him that he was ok, Brian didn't believe him for a second. Justin always said that he got overprotective and maybe he did. But seeing Justin physically hurt was something he never wanted to witness again. If he could lock the young artist in a padded room where there was no threat of the teen ever getting hurt, he would do it. Unfortunately, there were no such padded rooms and he guessed his lover might object to such an idea, so instead, Brian took out an ice pack and carried it back to the couch.

Justin refused to look into Brian's eyes, knowing his lover would see the hidden pain and drag his ass to the nearest clinic. The cold ice against his hand was a relief. He leaned back against the sofa, letting the coolness numb the stinging pain.

Looking across the room, he noticed Gus staring at them, his eyes welling up with tears. Rushing over to Justin's side, Gus started sobbing.

Brian swallowed the growing lump in his throat, realizing that he not only had an injured lover, but also a crying toddler on his hands.  Aside from the fact that Gus was doing exactly what Brian wanted to be doing himself, which was wrapping his arms around Justin, Brian realized that the teen could do without tears, from Gus OR from him.

So, he reluctantly let go of Justin's arm and turned his attention to his son.

"Gus, come here."

The boy shook his head, hiding his head in the folds of Justin's shirt.

"Hey, you wanna make Justin feel better?"

That got the kid's attention, the toddler's head rising, two big brown saucers filled with tears settling on him.

Realizing that he had the kid almost convinced that everything was indeed right with the world, Brian managed a smile. "Why don't you bring those cookies?"

He watched his son sniffle and wipe his wet cheek with the back of his hand before nodding and stomping off toward the kitchen.

Sighing loudly, Brian turned around, finding another set of eyes staring at him. Swallowing hard, the ad exec scooted closer to Justin, wrapping is right arm around the blond's slim shoulders and pulling Justin into his embrace carefully, resting his forehead against top of the artist's head.

"What...?" Justin had no idea what was going on.

He watched as Gus came running back with the cookies.

Brian cleared his throat, running his fingers through the silky strands of the blond hair. He took a deep breath in.

"You know, when you want my attention, just fucking ask for it."

Justin's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that."

Gus gave his father the box of cookies and climbed back onto Justin's lap.

Brian felt like a rock had just been lifted off his shoulders when he saw his lover smile down at the toddler, his left hand already loaded with two chocolate covered Oreos.

Justin popped a cookie into his mouth and chewed slowly, his eyes staying fixed on Brian's. "Cookies are the best, aren't they?"

Gus nodded, his little pink tongue licking at the interior.

"The creams are good too," Justin added, kissing Gus' head. "Right, Gus?"

Gus smiled. "Cookie an' cream."

Turning to Brian, he offered the cookie he just had in his mouth. "For you, Dada."

Brian couldn't contain the smile when he heard the four-letter word. He took the cookie from the tiny hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What?" he asked over a mouthful of chocolate and sweet cream when he noticed Justin's mischievous smile.

"Don't 'what' me," Justin got out. "And don't think I don't know what you're thinking too!"

Brian's only response was a tongue-in-cheek smirk.

Justin couldn't resist leaning across to plant a kiss on his lover's lips. When he pulled back, he saw Gus leaning forward to imitate the action.

"Kiss," Gus said sweetly. "Dada, kiss!"

Brian picked his son up, settling the little person on his lap.  He watched as Justin leaned forward, placing a peck on the boy's cheek.  Then Gus stuck his head up, waiting for Brian to do the same.

Justin sighed. "I wonder if I make a grab for your balls if he'll..." He couldn't finish his sentence, giggles escaping from within him.

Brian reached out his free hand, pinching the teen's side.

More giggles escaped from within, the tickling action making Justin squirm in his seat.

"Dada, tick, tick," Gus exclaimed excitedly, now mimicking Brian's actions, trying to pinch Justin with his tiny, little fingers.

"Stop, stop," Justin begged, giggles increasing.

He made a grab for Gus and got him on his lap, using the baby as a shield.

"You gotta get through the kid to get to me," Justin smartly told Brian.

Brian graced him with an evil smirk, snaking his right hand between Gus's arm and his torso and connecting with the front of the blond's abdomen.

Before Justin could react, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Oh, oh," Justin said. "The mommies are here."

Gus' happy faced immediately turned into a frown. He was fighting to control his tears.

"Don't cry, baby," Justin soothed, tossing a look Brian's way. "We're going to see you again soon."

Gus sniffled.

Justin kissed his head. "Give me a kiss," Justin asked, receiving a wet smack against his cheek immediately. "You stay with your dad while I open the door."

He handed over the child to his father, caressing the back of his lover's neck before making his way over to the door. He knew these short visits and quick goodbyes couldn't be all that healthy for either of them.

Even though a part of Brian was happy to see Lindsay and Melanie walk through the door, the lower part mostly, it was always hard saying good-bye to Gus. He figured it would have gotten easier with time, but every time he saw his son, Brian was amazed at how much the little boy changed, became his own little person. What amazed him even more was that this little person actually loved him.  Unconditionally, blindly loved him... unlike anybody else in his life.

Yes, he knew his friends loved him, especially Lindsay and Michael.  And then, of course, there was Justin. Brian shifted his gaze from the top of Gus's head over to where Justin was recounting the events of their day to the munchers. That Justin loved him he had no doubts about now. He realized that this wasn't just a phase anymore, not some puppy love.

Justin, like Brian, was sad to see the baby go. He tried to keep a big smile on his face as he waved goodbye to the toddler. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brian looking at him. Walking over to his lover's side, Justin reached up on his tippy-toes to plant a kiss against Brian's lips.

When he pulled away, he heard himself ask, "Maybe we could convince Mel and Linds to let us keep the little bugger for an entire weekend?"

Brian cocked an eyebrow at his lover, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. "Are you sure you can survive an ENTIRE weekend without fucking?"

Justin opened his mouth wide, an expression of mock horror on his face. "Me?" he asked. "I'm the one who was begging to fuck *in front* of Gus thinking he'd never remember it, huh?"

"He's only two," Brian defended himself, "He doesn't remember what the fuck he had for breakfast this morning."

"Who says?" Justin asked. "He specifically asked me for pooh poohs this morning. We're not born with four leaf clovers up our asses. The kid is a smart one. Mel would have us for fucking dinner if she even *knew* what you were thinking of doing!"

"Did you say fuck and dinner?" Brian smirked, snaking his arms around the blond's waist.

Justin laughed, trying to avoid Brian's lips from meeting his own. "You're turning into one seriously horny fag, Brian."

Brian pulled away far enough to see his lover's eyes, glistening with amusement. "Turning into? Where the fuck have you been for the last two plus some years?"

Justin laughed. "Studying the art of sucking cock?" he offered.  Sliding down to his knees, he started unbuttoning Brian's pants. "Let me give you a demonstration of what I've learnt?"

A little surprised by his lover's actions, but not about to object, Brian gasped when he felt Justin's warm fingers clasp around his bulging cock. His last coherent thought was to grasp the kitchen counter for support as he felt Justin's wet mouth envelop his penis.

"You taste like cookies and cream," Justin murmured, pulling back to stare into his lover's half-closed eyes.

30/04/03