O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

A Mountie Always Gets His Man!: Chapter 1 – A Ride on Midnight (mm bdsm celeb)

by hypnojon32

The year 1863…or thereabouts….

When Justin awoke that morning figured it was going to be a day just like every other. How could he know? Life in Grizzly Hills, a small mining town in the wilderness of British Columbia, Canada, was quiet, repetitive and a little boring.

It was beautiful though; the village/town was in the middle of a BC pine forest sure as shootin’. As well as pine, spruce and other evergreen trees there were lots of maple, oak and other deciduous trees making up the forest. In the forest, were all kinds of animals, including the bears that gave the town its name so the townspeople were careful.

Inside the town, it was small enough so that everybody knew everybody else. They knew who was living there and who was passing through. They knew who was there to seek their fortune by taking part in the gold rush and they knew who actually was there to stay.

Justin was one of the latter. He was the village’s schoolteacher. Granted, this was usually very much a woman’s territory but teaching was what Justin did best besides drawing. And Grizzly Hills couldn’t afford to be choosers when they were beggars out in the middle of nowhere. And so, Justin got the job. He had to watch what he said and did like any other schoolteacher and he had promised to dress conservatively.

Justin awoke early as usual, washed and shaved as usual and dressed in a grey suit and black tie as usual. After a hurried breakfast of toast and eggs he was out the door to the one room schoolhouse as usual. He had to get there before any of the children and start the fire in the heating stove.

“Morning, Justin!” yelled Ethan, the hunky yet married owner of the mercantile.

“Morning,”

“Morning, Justin!” said Kip, the thin yet ropy muscled barkeep, who was sweeping out his front door as usual.

“Morning.”

“Morning Justin,” said Stockwell, the mayor who was just heading into city hall as usual.

“Good morning mayor,” Justin said politely. Yes, everything seemed so ordinary about this warm, sunny, spring day.

“Oh...Justin! Could you do me a favor later today?” The mayor waved him over for privacy.

Justin frowned. This was definitely out of the ordinary. He trotted over. “Yes, Mayor Stockwell? What can I do for you?”

“I’m expecting someone to come to town later today on the 3:00 train.” Stockwell pointed to the small train station where the train tracks passed by before vanishing into the forest thickets again. “A police officer. I was wondering if you could let the kids go a little early, meet him for me, maybe give him the nickel tour and show him to here to city hall. He’ll know how to find me after that.”

“A police officer! Is everything all right?” Justin asked in concern. He decided to leave out that the kids got out at 3 pm anyway.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Everything’s fine! I just called the RCMP because the town’s been getting so rowdy at night and there was an incident of claim jumping last week. And Karen and Oscar already have their hands full. I asked them to send someone before anything got worse.”

“Oh, my!”

“Yes...Well...I can trust you to keep all this under your hat, Justin? It’s police business and not to be spread around.”

“Oh yes Sir! Of course sir!” There was a pause. Justin guessed he was dismissed. “Uhhh, Sir? How will I know this person?”

“You’ll know him when you see him. Just keep your eyes out for red.”

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3 PM...

Usually, at around knock off time, the kids started knocking off, packing up, getting a little rowdy and for the most part Justin was cool about it. However, he had a image to maintain and he wasn’t above handing out detentions if things got too loud and under NO circumstances did he condone any fighting or violence.

And so, at first, he kept grading papers and ignored the ohhhh’s and ahhhhh’s from the boys and the giggling squeals from the girls but then he looked up and saw that the squealers and the ohhh’ers and just about everyone was over at the windows.

“Anne! Kimberly! JT! Rocky! David! Everyone! You know, I’m OK with a bit of after school chatter but you must remain seated! Everyone back to their desks please!”

“Oh, but Mr. Taylor! The train just got in and you should see who came out! He’s soooo gorgeous!” said one of the Harrison twins, Mandy.

“He sure is cool,” said her twin brother Randy.

Justin remembered Stockwell’s favor and went over to the window to check. He gasped. He gripped the windowsill very, very hard to prevent falling over.

Standing at the front of the station, looking to the left, right, then left again, looking adorably lost, was the most mouthwatering vision Justin had ever seen. A Royal Canadian Mounted Police office with a large and heavy backpack on his back was standing there. As everyone watched, a train worker led a large, black as sin, horse around from the back.

The RCMP “Mountie” was in his full uniform, that is, a brown, felt Stetson hat with a black band, scarlet tunic with a white lanyard, black strap crossing diagonally over his broad chest, badges on this collar, on his shoulder, and on his wrists. He wore a brown leather belt that held a handcuff pouch, a pistol holder, and a double magazine holder. He wore midnight blue breeches with a yellow strip running down from waist to ankle and brown leather boots with spurs. Brown, smooth as sin leather gauntlets reaching up to his elbows finished his uniform.

Something inside Justin stirred, something he thought, nay, hoped...was sure had been long dead. But no, here it was again, rearing its ugly head as he looked as that red tunic and brown leather and was unable to look away. The reason he came to Grizzly Hills. And...oh dear God...he was going to have to go up to that man with the face of God and speak to him. If his father could see what was happening now he’d…

“Mr. Taylor? Mr. Taylor? Are you OK?” Ann’s voice came from a long way off.

Justin gave himself a little shake and snapped back to the present. “Yeah...yeah, I’m just fine.” He swallowed. “Class dismissed,” he said hoarsely.

But no one really noticed. The kids were too busy cheering and grabbing their books and running out the door before teacher could change his mind.

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Well, of course, all the kids ran right over to the train station and surrounded the officer. The all screamed and laughed and asked questions and shoved each other and in the end not one of them was understood in the least.

The RCMP officer threw his head back and laughed and loved every minute of it. He shucked off his backpack and bent down and mussed their hair and hugged them and asked them their names and how old they were and if they were good boys and girls. They told him all and insisted that each of them was the best of the rest of them.

The Mountie stood in the middle of them, put his brown gloved hands on his hips and threw his head back and laughed long and loud and jolly again. Again, he loved it. They were all so cute. He introduced them all to his horse, Midnight. He made them line up in a row according to height and gave them each a sugar cube from out of his red jacket pocket to give to his horse one at a time. They all jockeyed for position. There was of course some pushing and shoving.

Justin was approaching at a more sedate pace but hurried a little to get to the rescue. “Hey! No pushing! Behave yourselves and be the good kids I know you are for our new police officer!”

The kids settled down reluctantly and chorused: “Yes…Mr Tayyyyy---lor!” as they’d been dutifully trained. They quietly accepted their sugar after that and one by one got to feed it to the horse and give it a pat. Midnight was more than agreeable to this arrangement. He whinnied and huffed and shook his head in delight. The caused delight in the kids who jumped and cheered adorably.

But the RCMP officer was only peripherally aware of this. His focus and vision had been captured by a man. He wore a grey suit with a matching grey bowler on top of the most mouthwatering, buttery blond hair you could know. He was of medium height and weight but the officer could tell there was some ropy, concealed muscle under that suit. Maybe abs. The Mountie itched to rip that starchy suit away and confirm his theory.

Under the hat and the hair were eyes staring at him, wide and wonderingly. They were as blue as some of the lakes he had passed as he rode on the train and just as beautiful. They were wide and wondering and submissive and they blinked demurely.

Below that, was a button nose and gorgeous masculine but cupid-bow lips. The entire face had to be 20 years old. (Younger? Surely not. Hopefully not) The Mountie felt his mouth go dry and he wished more than anything to slake a terrible thirst by drinking of those lips for several hours.

“Hello,” said the sugary lips.

The RCMP officer gave himself an internal shake and said: “I’m sorry?” Had he zoned out and missed anything?

Justin gave himself a shake and started over. “Oh of course…Hello, office…corpor…uhhh…hello Sir,” the bowler came off and was twisted nervously in two fair white hands that seemed very small indeed.

“It’s just Constable.” The officer straightened unconsciously, painfully tight, saluted sharply, his arm bent, making a perfect triangle and his forefinger and middle finger touching his hat near the middle of the forehead. “Constable Brian Adrian Kinney, at your service!”

“You…you’re at my service?” asked a rather startled voice. Taylor seemed rather taken aback at that possibility.

“Yes, Sir!” came the clipped reply.

“Oh my!” the buttery blond said demurely, “Well…that is an interesting proposal. I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

There was a pause while that comment went straight to Brian’s dick.

“I hope I’m not out of line, Sir! Are all these kids yours? They seem to know you!” the Constable still stood to attention.

“Of a sort, I suppose. They’re mine from 9 to 3. I’m their schoolteacher. My name’s Justin Taylor.” Justin turned and clapped his hands sharply. “All right, children! You’ve all met the constable and pet the horse and I’m sure you’ll see them both later in days to come so off with you now! You’re all dismissed home until tomorrow. Mandy…Randy….I want to see BOTH your homework….in your own handwriting! No doing one copy and then copying it!”

“AWWWWWW!!!!” the twins groaned, for of course that’s what they were planning on doing.

The rest of the kids made disappointed sounding noises and started shuffling off in different directions.

“Well that’s that!” Justin dusted his hands in satisfaction. “I love them all dearly but I must say it’s a relief when 3 o’clock rolls around sometimes. Now…I was sent by the…” he turned, “Oh good grief!” He jumped a foot in the air in comic surprise.

The constable still stood there at attention and salute. He looked statuesque, gorgeous and more mouthwatering than ever.

Constable Brian Kinney was 6’1” with long, thick arms, a broad, deep chest and a bubble butt. He had brown hair and hazel eyes and stared stiffly forward and thick lips that stretched over a wide mouth and white teeth. Justin could see that he was a bit older than him, around 30 or so.

“Oh good heavens! At ease! At ease!” Brian relaxed visibly and started breathing normally. He lowered his arm out of its stiff stance. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Justin continued, “Do you need to sit? Water? Were you like that the whole time?”

“Of course,” Brian said, “And I’m all right. I’ve been at attention for much longer than that before. But…thanks for caring.” He smiled at the teacher who felt something warm in his tummy that he hadn’t felt since he came to Grizzly Falls. But that was kind of the point, wasn’t…

Justin shook that off. The constable’s smile was wide, inviting, and gorgeous. He was going to enjoy it.

“Well, you don’t need to go to attention for me. I’m just the schoolteacher. But I was sent to show you around a bit and then take you to city hall. I was told you’d know what to do after that.”

“Yes, that’s true. OK, let’s go.” Constable Brian heaved on his backpack again, helped Justin onto his horse and then climbed into the saddle behind Justin.

“Oh my!” Justin exclaimed at the close quarters. He shifted and squirmed slightly but that only made him slide backwards a little and…”shhhhtock!!” he found himself plastered right against Brian’s manly chest and his ass right in Brian’s lap. One of Brian’s arms went automatically around his waist and tummy in support and the other held the reins. “Uhhh…I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would be like this! Are you OK with the close proximity?” asked Justin.

“Oh…I think I’ll manage,” Brian said with his tongue stuck firmly in cheek. He started Midnight down the street. “This way OK?”

“Uhhh…yes. OK, well down that way is the launderer’s….blacksmith and stable are over there. We have our own library…sawmill…mines are over that way…there’s a Diner over there run by a very effusive woman. Her name’s Debbie and she’s very friendly. And she knows a lot of the women in town. I’m sure she can introduce you to a few.” Justin dropped his eyes a little. What was this tightness in his chest for?

“That’s all right,” Brian clipped out, a little too quickly.

“Of course. Sorry. Anyway, then there’s…” Justin continued a bit giving him the rundown of the town and ending with “We’re surrounded by the forest, of course so there’s excellent hunting and hiking and camping. But be sure not to do any of those things alone or without a compass. If anything should happen to you…”

“Yes Justin? If anything should happen to me…?” the constable’s voice was a sexy purr against his ear. Justin shivered in pleasure.

“Ohhh…well, I just mean if you fell or anything and no-one knew…there would be no help and you could be missing for days or…or worse.” Justin didn’t want to say it. “ Also the woods are filled with wildlife, deer, rabbit, but also mountain lions and bears, which are quite dangerous. There’s even a few moose. And squirrels.”

“I see….So…will you do those things with me, Justin? Would you come and …keep me safe?” Again the sexy purr made him shiver with a desire he figured he’d never feel again.

“Uhhhh…well, I guess. I mean I don’t hunt. I much rather to enjoy nature than to kill it. But we could camp or go hiiii---iiking.” The last was in response to Brian’s boner poking him in the butt.

“Mr…uhhh…Constable Kinney! What’s going on here!?” Justin’s voice was a furious stage whisper.

“Just relax…smile and wave…try not do get visibly upset…You’ll get us lynched,” Brian whispered back, “As to you’re question…it’s called a boner. I’m sure you’ve experienced one.”

“Well, I…never!!” Justin was outraged.

“I highly doubt that. What are you, 20? I’m sure you wake up with some impressive wood yourself.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it! And I’m 21 by the way. Besides, they’d only lynch you! You’re the one with the boner!” Justin was triumphant.

“You’re the one who’s been riding around enjoying it for the last hour.” Brian was smug.

Shit. He was right. Justin quieted down. Brian rubbed soothing circled on his stomach, adjusted him so that his fat cock was now standing to attention against his back. Justin gulped.

“Good Grief! Little Brian is about as stiff as you were earlier,” he tried to joke, “So…you’re one of…them…aren’t you?”

“There’s nothing little about it,” Brian throbbed against his bum, “As you can see.”

“Yes Constable. Sorry, Sir!”

“My! My! You’re an obedient little morsel, aren’t you?”

“My upbringing was painfully strict, Sir. I was taught to respect all forms of authority…sometimes too well, I think.”

“Well, well! I’ll have to…keep that in mind.” Justin gulped as the sexy growl mirrored his own words.

Brian led the horse slowly back to the centre of town toward the city hall. “So Justin…what did you mean by…one of them?”

“Well….you know…oh don’t make me say it…you know…”

“Yes…” Brian growled.

“You know….a sodomite…a faggot…a homosexual…I know you must be because your dick wouldn’t have poked me like that if you weren’t. Why…why did you poke…well get aroused anyway?” Justin chanced a look back and was startled. Brian’s face was red, pinched and angry. “Brian what’s wrong?” he asked in alarm. In further alarm, he felt Brian going soft. Shit! He really was beyond pissed.

“I pictured us camping…in a tent,” he said tightly. Goodness, he was angry! “And Justin, I’ll accept the third word but wherever did you hear those other two?”

“My father. He used them a lot. You see…he would call me them…when he found out.” He covered Brian’s leathered hand holding his stomach with his own briefly and leaned back into Brian’s chest. “Oh God, It’s so nice not to be alone in it anymore!”

“Whoa! Hold up! Just because we’re the only two…homos in town doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up! Besides, I have a policy. If we…do it, that’s it! I don’t do repeats. In and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit.”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t mean that either…necessarily. But we can talk about it…like we are right now. Oh, and Debbie knows and she’s cool. And I think Ethan swings both ways. He’s married but…he looks at me funny sometimes and he’ll give me a jerky or a candy cane for free sometimes…and he shakes my hand kinda long sometimes…like he doesn’t want to let go…you know?”

“I’m getting a picture,” Brian growled.

“So anyway…this isn’t…where did you come from?”

“Vancouver.” Justin decided to pretend he was on the horse with a growly, grizzly bear.

“Right. Well this isn’t a big city and there’s only me and maybe Ethan so you might want to re-think your policy. And I see that I’ve upset you, so if we don’t ever end up…camping…at least we can talk about it and be friends. Being in the closet is very stressful.”

They had arrived at city hall at last. Brian helped Justin down and said, “We can be friends. We may even go camping one day, Justin but you have to do something for me.”

“Yes…uhh, I mean, yes, Constable Brian?”

“Never use those two words again. Not to me…Not to anybody. Not even to yourself.”

Justin gulped. And chanced a look into hazel eyes that didn’t know they were soulful. It was a bad idea. He drowned in their depths.

“No, Constable. No, never again, I promise.”

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Brian entered city hall and was directed to the Mayor’s office. He knocked.

“Come in!” came the curt reply.

Brian entered and submitted to a perfunctory handshake and sat where directed, in front of Stockwell’s large, mahogany desk.

Being a big fish in a small pond agreed with Mayor Stockwell. He wore a black suit and a black top hat and was shaved except for a long, luxurious black moustache that curled up at the ends. Brian didn`t like him on sight. His hair was oily, his moustache was oily, his smile was oily and his overall demeanor was oily and constantly smug and/or condescending.

“Get in all right?” the mayor asked carelessly.

Brian checked to see if he was in the room. He was. “So it would seem,” he said, “Thanks to a certain schoolteacher and his brood.”

“Oh, sorry about that. It wasn’t part of the deal for you to have to deal with the brats.”

“Actually...”Brian said tightly, “They were no trouble. I love children. And Taylor was very hospitable.” God, he really didn’t like this man!

“Oh well that’s good, at least. Well, let’s get down to business.”

“All right.” “God knows, there was no pleasure,” thought Brian.

Stockwell began talking about how the police staff was made up of two people and that crime rate was on the rise and leadership was slack and they needed someone to answer calls to complaints of alleged claim jumping. He named an acceptable figure that would be his salary.

All this seemed to take an indeterminate amount of time. Brian nodded in all the right places and kept one ear open and his mind’s eye open to two too blue eyes that blinked soulfully at him in his imagination. With his other ear he listened to a more pleasurable sound, a dulcet, demure voice saying: ‘No, Constable. No, never again. I promise.’

“By the way, Constable, I appreciate the dress uniform but I wanted to let you know, you’re not obligated to wear it all the time even up here in these sticks. I can get Oscar to get you a few street uniforms in your size.”

“Thank you, Mayor. I’ll look into it,” (Brian had no intention of doing anything of the sort.) “But actually, I don’t mind. I brought several of these with me and I prefer wearing the red uniform. I like the attention I attract and I find it commands respect and exudes authority a bit more. And, as you said, if you need a leader, I might stand out a bit more and be accepted as the new leader of your task force if I look different and stand out.”

“Hmmmm, interesting theory,” Stockwell said, sounding monumentally bored. “Well, whatever. Check in with Oscar if you ever get bored with that.”

After that there was very little left to say, so Stockwell released him to get settled.

Brian left and rode Midnight to the stables and left him there and then checked in at the local rooming house. Then he went down to the Diner that Justin pointed out and met Debbie, who was indeed as effusive and boisterous as Justin had claimed and furthermore sported a bushy curly, red-haired wig. She took an immediate liking to the new Mountie and Brian to her but she narrowed her eyes when he asked where Justin lived.

“Why do you wanna know that? I can’t imagine that sweet boy doing anything wrong. He isn’t in any trouble is he?”

“No. No trouble. I was thinking I’d jog over and invite him down here to eat with me. And then...well, I’m not sure what then.”

“You know officer, he might take that a little differently than you might...” She paused, “Unless...you already know that. Unless...you’re...”

“Justin and I have already had a long talk about it,” confirmed Brian, “I was hoping to...talk a little more about it...So if you wouldn’t mind telling me where I could find him...I’m sure you’d see us both sooner than later.”

Debbie told him. Then she made sure the coast was clear and added: “We both better be just talking dinner here buster! If I hear about you breaking his heart, I’ll bust your balls! I can get pretty creative with a baton myself, you know!”

Brian just laughed and went in search of his Blue-Eyed Boy.

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Justin was puttering around, pulling out a frying pan, thinking about what was easiest to cook when the knock at the door came.

He answered it and gasped.

Standing there at his door was Brian, still in full, red-coated, leathered up, muscled, mouthwatering Mountie uniform. Brian had taken off his spurs but that’s about it. Justin closed his eyes and discreetly pinched himself. Things like this just didn’t happen, especially to him. Cautiously, he opened his eyes again.

Nope. The vision was still there. Somehow, incredibly this vision was real.

Justin took a breath. “Is there a problem, Constable?” he asked in perfect inflection of confusion and a little fear.

“Oh yes. A great deal of them,” answered Brian seriously, “I’ve received a number of complaints concerning you, Taylor. May I come in?”

“Well, I don’t know. Do you have a warrant?”

“Yes. I keep it down the front of my pants. If you want, I could unzip and...whip it out for you to...check out!” And darn it, if he didn’t actually start to unzip his pants.

“Stop it! Oh, for heavens sake! Get in! Get in here!” Justin tugged on a huge arm and yanked him inside and frantically checked left, right. Thankfully the street was dark and empty. He slammed the door.

Brian was regarding him and this whole thing with intense amusement.

“Dammit, Brian, you can’t just do that on the street! Someone could have seen us!”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Brian unconcernedly, “So...are you ready to answer to the charges against you?” he soldiered on, determined to play his game.

Justin sighed. “And what charges might those be?”

Brian sat on the sofa and then patted the seat next to him.

Well, I ask you. If a big, devastatingly handsome, muscular Mountie had sat down on your sofa and patted the seat, what would you have done? Justin sat.

“I’ve heard serious complaints from Debbie that you haven’t been to see her in quite some time.”

“I don’t get paid that much. I eat at home a lot. Besides, I doubt she’s going out of business without me.”

“That’s not the point! She misses you a lot and is concerned you’re not eating your vegetables.”

“She tends to worry about things that aren’t her concern,” said Justin.

“Next...I hear you haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

“Now...how could you know that!!?” asked Justin in real surprise.

“I’m a policeman. It’s my job to know these things.”

“Is that a fact?”

“It is a fact. I’ve also heard a complaint that you’re the only single homosexual man in town.”

“Is that a crime?”

“Yes, it is!”*

“Oh. Really?? Oh my! Well, I suppose...I’m guilty as charged then.” Justin hung his head in “shame”.

“There’s also a complaint that you’ve been alone and lonely for a long time.”

“Also guilty as charged.” Justin didn’t have to fake the sadness that weighted his shoulders as he shrugged them.

“Well, don’t worry Taylor, I happen to know the people who made the last two charges and I’m pretty sure I can get them to drop them.”

“Really Constable! Do ya mean it? For real?” Justin clutched his hands together and looked up at Brian in perfect dewy-eyed hopefulness.

“Oh yes. And I think I can get the other ones to...go away. But I’ll need you to do something on your part as a dutiful citizen.”

“Yes Constable? Oh, yes, tell me what I must do!”

“You must give me a kiss. A nice kiss, and then come with me to the Diner for dinner!”

“Gasp! (Said as a word) You know...I’m beginning to suspect you’re not even on duty!”

“How very clever of you to deduce!” And with that, Brian pulled off his hat, grabbed Justin around the waist, pulled him in and kissed him, softly at first, and then after flicking him with his tongue, was delighted when the blond opened for him. The conniving constable groaned in pleasure as he probed deeper and deeper into the blond’s warm wet mouth and wondered what that mouth would feel like wrapped around his dick.

Justin was swept up in a torrid wave of emotions and sensations. There was an instant of outrage. A moment of surprise. The male in him loved Brian’s forcefulness though. And then those wide masculine lips were on his own and Justin was very impressed that Brian didn’t just shove right in but waited for permission. And dammit all, damn his father, damn the mayor, damn the straights, damn being conservative ALL THE TIME. Justin was tired of it, tired of it all. And so he gave permission, this once and opened for him and Brian was filling his mouth with a warm wet tongue and Justin sucked on it greedily. Dimly, he wondered what it would feel like wrapped around his dick.

And then all he felt was pleasure. At long last, pleasure. At the same time, he stroked Brian’s gloved hands and gauntlets. Brian got the hint and started stroking one of Justin’s palms with his leathered thumbs and his knuckles. The other arm and hand was around him pulling their bodies ever closer, tighter together. That hand pulled Justin’s shirt up a little and started gently stroking the flesh there near his waist.

Justin groaned at the electric sensations and Brian groaned in pleasure to hear Justin groan.

They made out like horny teenagers for about 15 minutes.

At last, as if it killed him to do it, and truth be told it did a little, Brian broke them away and put Justin apart from him a little. He was breathing raggedly.

“I...I have to...If I don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to. And I really want to be able to follow through with the second part of this. Let’s go see Debbie.”

“Brian wait...What’s going on here?” It’s been so long but...is this what...is this what dating’s like?”

“I dunno. I’ve never been on a date. I used to go to a club a lot in Vancouver but that just ended up in a backroom fucking a trick.”

“Oh. Well, if I come with you...it’s with the understanding...I’m not a trick.”

“No. You’re not.”

“Brian? Are you…a trick?” Justin looked into his eyes begging him to get his deeper meaning.

Brian drowned in the blue depths and he understood.

“No Justin. I’m not a trick.”

“Then I’ll come with you. For dinner. Just dinner.”

“Agreed.” Brian smiled to himself and knew it would be much more than that but he’d cross that bridge when Justin came to it.

And so, after Justin had gotten his hat and his coat, they locked up Justin’s little cottage and went to the Diner for dinner.

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*Back in 1800’s and probably quite far into the 1900’s it still was against the law to be homosexual.

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