Title: Catch To: bonniebb From: Click here to guess! Rating: PG-13 “Justin, catch!” Gus squeaked from a few feet away, giving no real warning before launching his Nerf higher than he meant to. On his way to sit down, Justin had just enough time to drop his paper plate, fling up his fork hand as an instinctual shield, and squint his eyes shut before catching the two-toned foam football awkwardly between his chin and the heel of his left hand. “Gus!” Lindsay and Melanie chorused, as Brian snickered from the plastic lawn chair behind Justin. Justin gave a wan smile and tossed the ball back to Gus as Lindsay brought him a handful of paper napkins. “You never throw the ball until someone is ready to catch it,” Lindsay scolded her son as she focused apologetically on blotting the large multi-colored smear now down Justin’s front. Then she gave Justin an affectionate smirk. “Especially not when they’re holding a plate with three pieces of cake on it.” “Well, there were three different kinds,” Justin grinned at her. “Not to mention playing catch is not Uncle Justin’s strong point, sonny boy,” Brian added, standing up to retrieve the fallen plate from the grass and toss it into the garbage bin. Justin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” He said under his breath so that only Brian and Lindsay could hear. Brian poked his tongue into his cheek and Lindsay smiled her amusement. She stuffed more napkins into Justin’s hands. “Here, you’d better go wash it out in the bathroom.” Justin tucked his chin and crossed into the house, dabbing at his T-shirt as he went. Brian watched him go as he grabbed Lindsay around the hip and pulled her to him. “My kid throws like a sissy.” “You must be proud.” “I’m merely annoyed that the duty of teaching him to throw will fall to me,” Brian sighed, kissing Lindsay’s cheek. He released her and made for the back door. “Where are you going?” Brian spun around and walked backwards. “To find my catcher,” he quipped, and ducked inside. He took the stairs two at a time and opened the door at the top. Startled, Justin looked around from the sink. “Jesus Christ, Brian. Don’t you knock?” They regarded each other for a moment. Brian stood in the doorway with a slip of a smile and raised his eyebrows. Justin blushed and turned back to the mirror, focusing on a dark brown smudge near his belly button. He wiped at it with a wet rubber-ducky washcloth that matched the rest of the décor in Gus’s bathroom. Brian closed the door. Justin glanced at him in the mirror. “It’s, um, the chocolate won’t come out.” Brian stepped behind him at the sink, resting his hands on Justin’s hips. “Mmm. Nice catch, by the way.” Justin’s face colored as Brian pulled his hips backward and gave his ass a gentle grind. “Brian, there are twelve four-year-olds downstairs.” “Mm-hm. Oops, you missed a spot,” Brian said, glancing downward in the mirror. A blue daub of icing smeared itself across Justin’s left pants pocket. “Fuck, these are brand-new.” Justin made to dab at it, but Brian swatted his hand away and spun him around, trapping him against the sink. Justin rolled his eyes. “Knock it off, Brian, it’s going to stain.” Brian placed his left index finger over Justin’s lips and his other hand at his upper thigh. “We’d better get it off, then, don’t you think?” Keeping his eyes on Justin’s, Brian traced two fingers in a slow stroke across the rough fabric of Justin’s thigh and up the line of his groin, collecting most of the icing as he went. He nudged the head of Justin’s cock as if by accident as he brought his hand away and up to hover between their faces. Justin made a small noise and stared as Brian licked at his icing-covered fingers and then slid them all the way past his lips. “It’s Gus’s birthday party and we are in his bathroom. What do you think you’re doing?” Brian gave him a withering look as he slipped his fingers out of his mouth with a wet slurping smack. “When are you going to get tired of asking me that?” He leaned his body into Justin’s and kissed him once, then pressed their foreheads together as his hands slid down Justin’s ribcage to his hips. He gave a grin and said huskily, “Excuse me for a moment while I finish getting you cleaned up.” Justin lifted his chin as Brian ducked his head, touching the tip of his nose to the hollow under Justin’s jaw. He paused there for a moment before sliding slowly down Justin’s body, tracing only the tip of his nose past collarbone, chest, ribs, navel, underbelly, waistband. Justin made another small noise and braced his hands on Brian’s shoulders as Brian nuzzled the zipper on his pants. And then he felt the heat of Brian’s tongue through his pocket as Brian licked the sugary spot near his groin. Justin grasped at Brian’s hair, blood rushing to his cock as Brian continued to nuzzle and lick and pull at his pocket with his teeth while his hands cupped Justin’s ass, which was practically in the sink. “Daddy!” Gus called excitedly from the hallway, knocking twice and opening the door without waiting. Brian thrust his head through Justin’s legs to poke his head under the sink and Justin slapped both hands over his crotch. “Mommy said you would teach me how to throw!” Gus paused for a moment at the sight before him. “What are you doing?” Brian stayed put. “Um, fixing the sink, sonny boy. It sprung a leak.” Justin bit back nervous laughter as Gus looked at him with a quizzical expression. “I’m standing guard, Gus.” “Oh, okay. Do you need tools, Daddy?” “Nope, sonny boy, I’ve got it. I’ll be right there, okay?” “Okay!” Gus shot down the stairs and could be heard telling his playmates that his daddy was going to teach him football. Justin covered his mouth and shook with laughter as Brian crawled out from under the sink. Brian shot him a fuck-off expression as he got to his feet and smoothed his pants. “That’s right, Sunshine, very funny,” he huffed as he headed for the door. Justin caught him by the waistband and pulled him back. He wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist and Eskimo-kissed him. “At least we know where his bathroom manner comes from,” Justin teased. Brian rolled his lips into his mouth and grinned. “Who says I’m not a good father?” He reached for Justin’s hand and they made their way downstairs and outside. The End