It was 2.pm on a Wednesday morning. Brian was sitting in the living room, just reading. Suddenly the door swings open and Stewie walks in with a big dark chunk of rock hard man meat.
“Brian, this is Tyrone. My boyfriend.”
Brian stares silently as Tyrone starts talking.
“Heyo.”
He speaks in a buttery smooth voice, a beautiful contrast to his buff black body.
“We'll be upstairs, don't come in if you know what I mean.”
Stevie winks at Brian, who nonchalantly says “Okay.” and gets back to his book.
Stewie and his black beast goes upstairs. Shortly after a door closes and there's an instant noise coming from the toddler's bedroom.
Brian rolls his eyes as he begins hearing moaning, and tries to focus on his book. But he slowly starts getting angry… no this was something else.
“Something about this bothers me.”
He says to himself, before moving into the kitchen and pouring himself a scotch.
He goes back to the couch after taking a healthy sip of his alcoholic beverage, but he finds himself utterly distracted by the sounds of pleasure that were pouring out of his nephew's lair. He closes his book and sighs. Wondering what bothered him so much about an adult black man named Tyrone having sexual intercourse with his 1 year old friend. He was baffled. A thought crossed his mind… Am I jealous? No… I can't be… I'm way nicer to Stevie than anyone… he wouldn't choose anyone over me… we're perfect together.. as a team… as family...as… He stops himself, his thoughts were running wild and he needed a break. He chugged the last of his scotch and headed outside. Brian gets in his car, and starts music. The song that comes on first is “Without you” by Miss Mariah Carey. He tears up… he could almost feel himself being heart broken. None of this made sense. He changed the station. “I would fly away to the moon and back take a train on a one way track to be close to youuuu to be close to youuuuu”... every song that started made Brian think of Stevie.. of Tyrone pushing his meat stick inside him.
“THAT SHOULD BE ME” he screams to himself, stopping the car and falling onto the steering wheel. He knows now, he wants him… he wants Stewie and Tyrone can't have him. Brian starts speeding to the bank.
Once he gets there he immediately tells the man at the reception that he needs to open his safety deposit box… and he does.
He takes out his fancy bottle of champagne, and his gun. And he marches back to his vehicle. Speeding back to the house.
He drives the car into the driveway and takes a deep breath, looked at himself in his rearview mirror then looking at the gun. He was gonna do this. He was really gonna do this.
Brian gets out of his car and cocks his gun, running upstairs and swinging the door to Stevieroom open. He points the gun to Throne who instantly puts his hands up, he's on top of Stewie but Brian doesn't care.
“See you in hell, crackerbell.”
He says before shooting his gun, making the black man's head explode over the toddler. Who smiles. Stewie stands.
“I KNEW YOU LOVED ME BRIAN!”
Stewie proceeds to leap onto Brian, hugging him tightly.
“This was all a game Brian… to see if you LOVED me.”
Brian feels bamboozled but he doesn't let this feeling stop him from going for it, it being a kiss so passionate they both elevated from the ground for a few seconds.
