Finding out

Brian left the Oval and very nearly turned to head-butt the wall repeatedly.

It was not customary to have the secretary of one of the first family in with the President on a daily basis but it had started to become that way.

The Taylor Administration had been rocked by the outing of Justin. The president's son openly admitted in an interview with a Washington political talk show of his status. He should have been talking about an AIDS hospice his mother had become involved in but then it had just come out.

He'd come out.

The next days newspapers all ran banner headlines. The press briefing room of the White House was a mad frenzy of hungry reporters. It was like sharks who could just sense blood in the water. The press secretary fended them off but the President really needed to put out a statement.

Over much deliberation it had been decided to appoint someone to look after Justin. Someone who was outside the secret service detail. Someone who could, maybe straighten Justin out.

They picked Brian Kinney.

Since the early days of the campaign Brian had been there helping craft the message they wanted to get out. It was Brian himself who didn't want the limelight or a position of any great importance in the new administration. He was happy being a senior advisor to the president with something of a symbolic title of Secretary of the First Family. It meant being the liaison between the First Lady's office, the Oval and the lives Justin and Molly. He was a power broker between both offices, like a double agent, still crafting the message that the other side wanted to hear.

He wasn't closeted about his sexual status but he also wasn't telling anyone who didn't ask.

The President didn't ask, so Brian didn't tell him.

-----

Brian walked into his office and saw the blond head of Justin, sitting with his back to the door. Brian took the opportunity to slap the back of his head.

"Ow!" Justin said, rubbing his head. Brian fell into his chair facing Justin.

"The Washing Tub?" he asked. Justin blinked at him innocently then the impish grin spread slowly across his face. Brian was still amazed by the way it happened. It was like watching the sunrise but at the same time if you looked at it long enough it could blind you.

Brian would happily go blind from Justin.

"I wasn't there long," Justin said as Brian picked up a memo.

"Four hours," he read aloud before looking at Justin over the top of the paper and handing it to him.

"Damn Hobbs," Justin muttered. "He's a fucking snitch you know."

"Christopher Hobbs is a United States Secret Service agent and would step in front of a bullet for you cause it's his job," Brian retorted. "It's also his job to report your comings and goings."

"Comings," Justin smirked. Brian looked at him.

"Okay, are you 12 or 18?" Brian asked, Justin went silent. "Justin, it's been six months since you outed yourself and practically everyday since then I've had to spend time with the President explaining your actions and how I've covered them up so the press doesn't have a field day." Justin shifted in his chair. Brian could get awfully preachy when he wanted to and make Justin feel lower than pond scum.

"I'll be good," Justin said. Brian shook his head and pushed a folder over to Justin.

"No, you'll be busy," he said. Justin opened the folder and leafed through the contents, he looked at Brian. "Your schedule for the next two weeks." Brian got up and patted Justin on the shoulder. "You're going to be a very busy boy."

-----

"This sucks, and not in the good fun way," Justin said climbing back into the limo after a quick meet and greet at a free clinic with his mother. "I'm not having fun." Justin's mother got in beside her son, followed by two secret service agents. One of the agents was his mother's personal body guard and, Justin was pretty sure, more than that. The other was Chris Hobbs, Justin's personal guard. Both wore regulation, 'Men in Black' style suits and anti-flash sunglasses.

"Well, honey... tough," his mother said. "You outed yourself, you pay the consequences." Justin sighed dramatically.

"For the final time, I was confused by the questions, I was trying to answer a question from personal experience and before I knew it, I was out."

"And the fact that you didn't get found out until after your father won the election-"

"Not the popular vote."

"It doesn't matter, he's president and you need to start acting your age and not going to bars and fucking around with men twice your age," his mother finished on an almost shrill note. She looked over at the agents sitting opposite and flashed a fake smile.

"Some people might say it's the most adult thing I do," Justin griped and crossed his arms over his chest. His mother just turned to look out the window, occasionally glancing at her guard.

Chris Hobbs, secret service agent, watched the interaction with mild amusement which only registered in his eyes which were concealed by the sunglasses. He watched as Justin's hand slid down to almost involuntarily adjusted his crotch. Chris hadn't seen Justin completely naked yet. There was a near miss where he'd entered a locker room just as Justin had pulled on his underwear.

Chris Hobbs was more than aware of how sexy Justin was. Not that he could do anything about it. He was firmly in the closet, to himself, family, friends and his job.

In other words, fucked up.

Thankfully they were headed back to the White House. Unfortunately for Chris, the night was only just beginning.

-----

"I hate being the president's son," Justin ranted into the phone as he stood in his room, naked but for underwear. "Why couldn't we just be a normal dysfunctional family without the world's cameras on us every hour of the day."

"Cause, you're not," Justin's closest friend Daphne replied over the phone. "And you're surrounded by hot secret service boys all the time."

"Not the point Daph," Justin said. "Besides they'd all be straight, especially after my interview screw up."

"You don't know until you try," Daphne said. Justin sighed. "It's not like they can do anything to you, you're the president's son for fuck sake." Justin chuckled.

"You suck at swearing, you know that right?" he said, Daphne laughed. "You know, I'm sorry I couldn't invite you to this thing tonight."

"Yeah, I know," Daphne said quietly. "Appearances and all."

"It's just that, Brian thinks it'd be hypocritical to be openly gay and still take a girl to a White House function."

"Yeah," Daphne said. "Oh, Justin, do me one thing, kick Brian Fucking Kinney in the balls for me," she finished sweetly. Justin laughed which made Daphne laugh as well.

"Only if I can lick them better after," Justin said.

"Justin?" a voice sounded through the door with a knock, it was Chris Hobbs.

"Yeah, Chris, what's up?" Justin called through the door, he ignored the kissing noises coming from the phone.

"You nearly ready?" Chris asked. "The receiving line is going to be starting soon."

"I'm just deciding what to wear," Justin called back.

"It's black tie, Justin, not much thought is-" but the words were stopped when the door opened and Brian walked in.

Justin stood gob smacked, in nothing but socks and briefs, with his cell in one hand and a crimson shirt in the other.

Brian was completely immaculate in his tuxedo. He walked over to Justin, took the shirt from him, put in back in the wardrobe, took a tux out, replaced it in Justin's hand and spanked the first son's ass.

"Get ready, you have five minutes," Brian said then walked out closing the door behind him.

Justin stood in complete disbelief as to what had just happened. He raised the phone back to his ear and spoke.

"Sorry Daph, I gotta go and fuck Brian Kinney."

-----

The thing Justin disliked the most about White House events was that he had absolutely no chance in hell of getting away un-noticed. From the blinding flashes of the press pool cameras as the Taylor family came down the main staircase to anyone Justin talked to being snapped by eager photographers.

From the early days of the campaign nothing irked Justin more that being a kiss ass for his father.

"Ew," Justin said under his breath. "That could be phrased better."

"Just what we need," Brian said, materialising from the throng. "Not only is he gay but he also talks to himself." Justin flashed a forced grin at Brian.

"Very funny," he said then sighed. "How long before I can leave?"

"Oh, you're here forever," Brian grinned, took a canapé from a passing server and disappeared back into the crowd.

"Fuck," Justin hissed.

"Not without dinner and flowers first," a new voice said behind him. Justin turned and smiled genuinely for the first time that evening.

"Jack!" Justin said and made to hug the other man but it turned into a handshake instead.

"And seeing as your parents are providing the food and flowers," Jack continued. Justin looked over all six feet two inches of Jack MacAllister, son to the Australian ambassador to the United States. Sun bleached hair and a tan that, Justin knew for a fact covered, his entire body and what a body it was under that tux.

"Just the fuck then?" Justin asked casually.

"Your place or mine?" Jack asked back.

"Well, my place is just upstairs whereas your place is..."

"Double Bay, Sydney, officially," Jack quipped. "But here it's still a good distance away."

"Could use my Dad's motorcade," Justin shot back playfully.

"Might draw attention."

"Just a smidge."

"Yeah."

"So, my room then?"

"Lead the way," Jack replied grinning.

Both boys started to nonchalantly make their way through the crowd. Thankfully both Justin's parents would be occupied for a while and not notice his absence. They'd made their way to a reasonably busy staircase in hopes to blend in when Chris Hobbs appeared.

"Justin, where you headed?" he asked.

"Oh, I was just going to show Jack one of the collections, upstairs," Justin said before starting his way upstairs.

"Which collection?" Chris asked. Justin rolled his eyes and racked his brain.

"Uh, probably the China Room." he said nodding.

"That's on this floor, Justin," Chris replied. Justin gritted his teeth.

"After the China Room, I wanted to show him some of my art, in - my - room, Chris," Justin said with finality. Chris looked at him then, into the ballroom, then back to Justin.

"Okay."

Justin looked at Chris confused.

"What?"

"Have a good time, just don't leave the building, I'm gonna get me a canapé," Chris grinned and re-entered the ballroom. Justin heard him talking into his mike to wherever it was the Secret Service lived to say that Justin was in for the night.

Instead of being comforted by this Justin was pissed off. He was prepared to argue but then realised that Jack was incredibly close to him on the stairs.

"Problem?" Jack asked. Justin was staring off into nothing, he shook himself and smiled.

"Not a damn thing."

Justin led Jack up to the residence passing numerous secret service agents and even a couple of dress marines. Justin noted that on this night there was more than usual probably due to the state dinner. What Justin didn't realise is that the increased secret service presence was due to one man in particular.

Justin and Jack got to the door of Justin's room and very nearly fell inside due to the undressing in the hallway thing.

They fell onto the bed in the half dark room. Heavy breathing from both of them and clothes going all which way. Justin undid Jack's shirt to lick at the skin there.

And the smell.

Jack had a cologne or something that was citrus based. Justin was always reminded of Jack whenever he ate an orange. There was just that hint of orange with the unique taste of Jack.

Pants undone. Justin licked at the jock encased bulge. Since Justin met him, Jack would where no other underwear other than a jockstrap. Either a jock or freeballing.

Justin's hands reached up caressing and lightly scratching Jack's body. Jack moaned and then there was the clearing of someone’s throat. Not Jack or Justin. Justin scrambled off the bed and hit the lights to see Brian sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. He looked nonplussed about the fact that Justin and Jack were both half naked.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Justin yelled. Brian got up from the chair.

"Hop away kangaroo boy," he waved at Jack. Justin stopped him.

"No, Jack stay it's okay," Justin said quietly. "Brian was just leaving before I call the secret service to haul his ass out onto the street."

"Jack, I'm sure your parents don't need to have the Bondi incident - which was so very neatly covered up by the Australian government by the way - to go public," Brian stated.

"Sorry Justin I really should go," Jack said hurriedly fastening his pants and buttoning up his shirt. "Come around when things are less... complicated." He pulled Justin into a kiss that was almost exploratory dentistry before grabbing his coat and disappearing out the door.

Justin collapsed against the door as it closed, his eyes closed savouring the taste of Jack on his lips. This was only for a moment before those eyes opened and pointed daggers directly at Brian.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Justin yelled again. Brian smiled that annoying smile that stirred Justin's loins but also annoyed the crap out of him at the same time.

"Making sure you don't get into trouble," Brian said, he didn't raise his voice, he didn't swear and that also annoyed Justin to no end.

"God damn it I hate you so much right now!" Justin seethed.

"Trust me kid, you're no picnic either," Brian said and made his way to leave only to find Justin still in the way. He grabbed Justin by the arms and made to shift him bodily aside.

The touch. It was the touch that did it. It was too prolonged.

A smack up side the head, a spank on the ass, that was all fine and quick.

This touch lingered. Brian's left thumb moving, caressing the warm flesh.

"What are you doing?" Justin whispered. Brian stepped forward, almost flush against Justin. The feel of the fabric of Brian's tux brushed against Justin's bare skin. Justin could feel Brian's cock, firm, pressing against him, the tented trousers stirring his own hardon.

Justin made a small gasp as Brian flexed his cock. Brian took the opportunity to lean in and claim Justin's lips.

Brian knew it was wrong. He would get into all kinds of trouble if the president found out.

But that was later. This was now.

They moved to the bed, Justin's fingers sometimes fumbling with the buttons on Brian's shirt. His mind a whirl of thoughts. Forefront in the maelstrom was how he never knew about Brian Kinney. Justin had just assumed that Brian was the career driven Washington power broker, no time for family.

How wrong he was.

Brian's shirt and jacket were gone, Justin leaned in and licked at a nipple.

Teasing it hard then nipping at it, making Brian moan. Justin nearly got off from that sound. Brian pushed Justin back onto the bed, undid his own pants allowing them to drop to the floor.

There was Brian standing in nothing but a jockstrap. Justin could have shot a load just from that but there wasn't much time to savour that view as Justin's legs were lifted and his underwear was removed. Brian then pushed Justin's legs back and licked as Justin's now exposed hole.

Justin's body went into sensory overload. The sensation of Brian's tongue teasing his hole sent a tremor of raw sexual energy rocketing through him.

"Ohh, god!" Justin managed to shudder out.

Brian didn't reply orally unless pressing his tongue against Justin's hole to gain entrance could be considered oral.

"Fuck me Brian," Justin whimpered.

Brian licked up from Justin's ass, moved onto his balls then slowly licked up Justin's hard cock. He sucked at the tip of Justin before standing up and pressing his cock against Justin's slicked ass.

Justin wasn't anywhere near ready for Brian to actually respond to his request and nearly passed out when Brian slid into him.

"Brian!" Justin cried out as Brian also grabbed Justin's cock and started stroking him. Justin had been ready to pop with Jack but Brian was about to send him right over the edge. He gripped the bed sheets, his body tensed and he cried out when he came all over himself.

Brian wasn't far behind him and grunted out his load to join Justin's. He grabbed a shirt of Justin's from the end of the bed and wiped his cock.

Justin's head was swimming, he couldn't think straight. He'd just been fucked by Brian Kinney. He looked up to see Brian almost redressed, he frowned

"Is that all I am to you a quick fuck?" he bit out the words. Brian looked down at him as he adjusted his bow tie. Justin hated that look until Brian leaned down and licked around the tip of Justin's cock.

"You have five minutes to get cleaned up, redressed and back down to the ballroom," Brian said. "If you want something more than just a quick fuck." He walked to the door and opened it.

"Five minutes," he started to close the door. "Starting from, now." The door closed.

Justin launched himself out of bed and frantically cleaned up and got ready.

For more.

~tbc~