CHAPTER TITLE: Somewhere Over the Rainbow _Sixty-Three of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 1,650
WARNINGS: this chapter: none_Justin POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘But realizing he had a couple of questions and since this seemed to be the perfect opportunity, Justin, as usual, jumped in feet first.’
Justin becomes bi-coastal amongst other things
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree
A Time From Now
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Three Months Later - One &1/ 2 Years - San Francisco
The flight was long yet uneventful, so he worked, he slept, he watched a movie he’d seen already but mostly, Justin simply gazed out the window at the brilliant cloud filled sky and imagined. And when the plane finally landed, he was as utterly grateful as he always was, so very grateful that the very long yet uneventful flight was finally over. Ricci’s family driver found him at baggage check and escorted him to the very sweet black Mercedes S-something, which was beautifully waiting for them at curbside and while it wasn’t a limo, he was impressed, but even more so with the driver. He was impressed with how the man put his bags into the trunk for him, with how the man held open the back door for him, but especially with how he had nothing to do during the half hour drive into the city, but sit back and gaze through darkened windows at this unfamiliar Northern California world. To actually be driven from the San Francisco Airport to Pacific Heights in a car that wasn’t yellow was amazing and defined a lifestyle he‘d like to know more about.
The Alden home was a magnificent Victorian on the top of one of the seven hills of this city at continent’s end. He was met at the front door by Ricci’s mother Lyn, and he instantly saw her in Ricci. They shared the same warm soft blond coloring and the same easy fluid way of moving. Justin felt instantly comfortable with her and could tell she felt the same about him.
“Ricci and Brendan asked me to offer their apologies for not meeting you at the airport,” she said, leading him into the living room. “But they may have actually found the ‘house of their dreams’, and unfortunately they had to meet, last minute, with their realtor. They are, as we speak, showing it to Peter, Ricci’s dad. They should be back any minute now. I know they’re both so anxious to see you. In the meantime, come along upstairs and let’s get you settled in. I hope you’ll like your room.” Opening the hallway door, she led the way into a small attractive room with a view of the bay and beyond.
“It‘s beautiful,” he murmured and moving toward the window, he smiled his pleasure to her.
“Feel free to put your things however suits you, all of the drawers, and most of the closets, are empty. Your bath is through this door.” She stepped back allowing him to see in. “Consider this room yours for as long as you can stay with us. Once you’re ready, if you’d like, come join me in the library, bottom of the stairs and to the right. I would enjoy your company.” She left him, closing the door behind her.
And, of course, he did. Once he’d unpacked, he joined Lyn downstairs where she’d already set out iced tea and cookies for them. Their talk was relaxed and soon enough the two boys, accompanied by Peter, arrived back from their great adventure. Ricci and Brendan were practically bouncing off the walls because with Peter’s help the little house off Castro Street would soon be theirs.
“It’s all fucking ours, Justin. Can you believe it?” Ricci yelped. “The guy told us we should be able to move-in like 45 days. And do you know what? There’s even a room just for you…seriously.”
“Not that you’ll necessarily be needing it all that much,” Brendan laughed, “but it’ll at least give you some place convenient to keep your stuff…yeah?” And Justin happily agreed.
The next couple of days passed by in a whirl with Ricci and Brendan doing the tour guide thing. In the middle of the week though, Ricci had gallery business with Peter and Lyn, so Brendan and Justin were left on their own and they decided to just take it easy and hang around the house. They ended up in a little TV room upstairs marathoning Hitchcock movies. Realizing though that this did seem to be the perfect opportunity to ask Brendan a couple of questions that had been bothering him, as one movie ended, but before the next could begin, Justin jumped in feet first. “Why are you doing this, letting this happen between us the way it is?”
“I guess because I think you understand maybe more than anybody what it’s like to love someone like him.”
“Someone like him?”
“Yeah…well, he’s told me some about your Brian and they’re really not very much different. They‘ve kind of come to the same place, although along very different paths. I don’t think Ricci can be a completely happy man, a completely satisfied man with only one person. He’s tried with me, he really has, but I know that eventually we’ll just end up resenting each other because he will trick. He has…he does…he will. He hasn’t been raised to believe in most of society’s more traditional conventions. He calls them disturbing. From what he’s told me, the reasons for Brian’s distrust for all things straight are different. He’s seen straight society’s corruption first hand, from experience. He’s been hurt, he’s been damaged, as have you, and these are Ricci‘s words, not mine.”
“But see, that’s not Ricci. He hasn’t been hurt or betrayed by straight society or its conventions, he’s just been raised with a total skepticism toward them, and like Brian, he really doesn’t believe he needs to live within their constraints, that those constraints really even apply to him. And as much as he loves me, I know he never will. Like Brian and you?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t know, maybe. Maybe someday. Could happen.”
“Yeah…could happen, but thing is, maybe some of the straight world’s conventions I don’t so much mind. I guess maybe some you don’t so much mind either. Maybe one day, when he’s older, but I don’t know, I doubt that time will come, so I had a decision to make. Deal or not deal. For me not dealing isn’t an option, I love him completely--”
“Did age matter for you? You fell in love when you were seventeen, right? Did age matter to you? I want my life with him, and with this family. This family. And since that’s what I want, I need to deal. Since he’s been seeing you, he’s cut his tricking way back, I don’t know why. It’s not like he sees you all that often, but I guess for him, it’s enough. Share him with you, a man who I respect, a man who I know understands, a man that I know will never try and take him from me or share him with the wide unknown. Do the math, Justin. What would you do?”
“I don’t know. What have I done? Piss is what I’ve done.”
“Look, of course I want him to love only me, I know he loves me but only me? That I don’t know. I actually think maybe he loves you--“
“Brendan…shit. I don’t think--“
“I do, but you know what I know? That it’s me he’s living his life with. Him and me, we’re buying a house together. Him and me, we’re planning our future together and that’s what I want. That’s what I need, Justin. Like you want, like you need with Brian.”
Leaning toward him, Justin kissed him softly because he did understand. They sat close, leaning into one another while the next movie started, but during the credits, he said, “You really do know, don’t you? that I will never try and take him from you, not ever?”
“I do know and that’s why you’re here, because believe me, if I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be. Just so long as we both understand one another, “Brendan said.
So, in the end, Justin had one of the best weeks of his life with his nights spent in their bed and with his days spent in their company and they took him everywhere. He was supposed to be there so Lyn and Peter could get an understanding of him and so he could get an understanding of the gallery and the kind of work that was shown there and all of that did happen, but so very much more happened as well.
On his last evening with them, Lyn and Peter had several of the artists they represented over for dinner with the already beautiful Vic made even more so for their guests. He was treated with respect by everyone which was pretty heady stuff for a twenty-four year old, he was in his heaven and before he was even gone, Ricci and Brendan were already planning when he would be able to come back.
The Brian Kinney Operating Manual - A Life Examined
the chapter titled ‘Brian Plus Others - As to Their Outcome’
This is the first of what will become a twice-a-year routine he’ll establish with San Francisco over the next decade with the flights between the east coast and the west becoming even more frequent as circumstances demand, as over the next couple of decades, his reputation becomes not just established in New York and the east, but in San Francisco and the west also and how sweet is it that ultimately both coasts will embrace him with welcoming arms.
Soon enough, Ricci and Brendan’s little south of the Castro house will become a home away from home for him with both of them as his always friends and his sometimes lovers and with Lyn and Peter Alden as his life-long mentors. They will all work diligently to find that perfect balance where life is mutually beneficial for everyone with the finding of that balance as one the sweetest revelations of all.
Next Chapter: Jayden understands that a cornered Brian is an unpredictable Brian and, therefore, must be handled with care
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