notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2009-07-12 17:30:00 |
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49. Full Length Fic: Some Place Special
Title: Some Place Special
Written By: LJ's sfscarlet
Theme: full circle
Author's Notes: This story takes place five years after 513. Slight angst. PG-13 beta by girloftheburbs
Justin
He'd been gone five years. He'd come to New York, a starry eyed twenty-two year old, full of excitement and promise. They'd said he'd be the next Picasso, turn the New York art scene on its head. Landing in New York that night, he was filled with a painful mixture of sadness and anticipation. Grabbing his familiar duffle bag from the luggage carousel, he'd taken a taxi to Daphne's friend's apartment. Fifty dollars lighter in the wallet, he'd arrived only to find that it was almost as small as his bedroom at his parent's home. He stored his duffle in the closet and pulled out the blankets and sheets that Shana gave him. Lying on the couch that first night, he closed his eyes and dreamed of Brian.
Brian, naked, lying on top off him. Sticky and sweaty from sex, he rested his head on the pillow as he fell asleep. Justin under Brian, the urge to pee ignored as he enjoyed the weight of Brian on his smaller frame. The time for Justin to leave came all too quickly and he gently removed himself from under Brian and got dressed. Glancing one last time at the loft, he let the tear fall, not bothering to wipe away the salty moisture. He had woken with a hard on, but ignored its calling, getting up to take a quick shower before exploring his new home.
The last five years had been filled with many firsts. The first time he got mugged. The first time he rode a subway. The first time he had an agent and then subsequently a solo showing of his art. The first time… Of course, most of the firsts became old hat and there were second and third and twentieth occurrences, except for the mugging, that wonderful experience only happened once. Now it was time for another first--time to go home. He'd been back to Pittsburgh many times through the years. Each time he'd seen his Mom and Molly and usually Debbie along with most of the gang. But now he was going home to stay.
He taped the last of the boxes shut, labeled each one with its destination--his studio or his apartment. He walked through the old apartment, remembering events from the last few years. The housewarming party he'd held where so many of his artist friends came, it was almost a fire hazard, as well as times he took a trick home and they fucked on the couch since it was the closest flat surface. When he left this time, there were no tears, just a slight sense of nostalgia for his past.
When the plane landed, he went to the familiar baggage carousel and grabbed his duffel before making his way to the pick up lanes where his mom waited.
Seeing her Mazda 626 he waved to her and she pulled up in front of him. Popping the trunk, she got out to hug him hello. He placed the duffel in the trunk and returned her greeting.
“Sweetheart, how was your flight?” Letting him go to take an investigative look at him as only mothers would do.
“Fine. Better get moving. The policeman over there is eyeing us and I don't think he's trying to pick me up,” he stated, channeling a little of Brian.
Jennifer smiled and got in the car, pulling away from the curb. Justin looked out the window, watching the vaguely familiar scenery pass by as his mother drove into the city.
“I have the keys to your apartment. I took the liberty of buying you some groceries and some toilet paper.”
“Thanks. I know we talked about dinner tonight with you and Molly, but suddenly I'm really tired. Can you drop me off? I promise to come over for dinner sometime this week.”
Jennifer glanced at her son and saw the sudden fatigue wash over him. “Sure. At least you have food and won't have to go out your first night back.”
Jennifer turned off the highway and made her way to Justin's apartment building. Handing him the keys, she again popped open the trunk, but this time she didn’t get out of the car. He grabbed his duffel, closed the trunk and walked to the driver's side. She opened the window, thinking he was going to tell her something and was slightly surprised when he leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“I'll call you.” Placing the duffel on his shoulder, he made his way to his new home, apartment 513B.
Justin unlocked the door, looked around, and placed his duffel in the closet in the hallway. He had arranged to have his furniture delivered and set up before his arrival. He had also sent some bathroom and kitchen items for his mom to unpack and place in the apartment. He learned, early on, that moving was hell and forethought was essential in making it the least disruptive as possible. He undressed and went into the bathroom to shower. Afterward, he retired to the bedroom, sliding under the 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and fell asleep.
When he woke, it was dark and his stomach was rumbling. He walked into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to see what his mom had purchased. Smiling, he took out some cheese and orange juice and made himself a small snack.
Brian
Five years had passed, and while he told Justin that night long ago that it was only time, Brian realized that time did mean something. Waking up in the empty loft had been very disorienting. He knew in his head that Justin wouldn't be there, but the stark reality of his absence had hit him harder than he had imagined. Knowing that Justin's departure was the right thing to do did not make the loss of his partner any easier to bear. He'd ask his prince to marry him and was elated when he'd agreed, but the elation was short-lived when they both realized there were other, more pressing, life opportunities for Justin and staying in Pittsburgh would hinder those. So in typical Kinney fashion, he'd pushed Justin off Mount Kinney, and in typical Justin fashion, he had dusted off his rear and left to give those opportunities a chance to become reality.
Brian had fought himself regarding his interactions with his former partner. Justin gave him so many firsts in his life and he couldn't let go easily. Justin had been the first to tell him that he cared about him: “You give a shit. You so care about me. You love me so much!” He was the first person Brian fell in love with. The first person he asked to move in. The first person he called “partner”. And of course, the first person that Brian admitted to hurting him. When Justin left, he kept in touch with Jennifer and gathered news from Debbie and Michael. He always seemed to be around on the infrequent occasions when Justin would come into town. Justin always seemed glad to see him and eagerly shared his bed. They would spend hours fucking and talking about Justin's life in New York. He always made it to New York for Justin's shows, and Justin always greeted him with open arms. They kept in touch but their interactions were limited.
The girls had moved back from Canada two years ago, finally admitting that their lives there lacked the family and support that they had in Pittsburgh. Gus' birthday was tomorrow and they were holding a big party for him. Brian had paid for an outdoor jumping playground to be set up in their back yard. Their home was a little further out of town than before, but it suited them now. He planned on attending part of the party, trying to justify that he needed to be there to see Sonny Boy enjoy his special day, despite his dislike of so many children in one place.
Brian stepped out of the shower and walked to his closet, perusing his black shirts for just the right one. He settled on a Prada shirt that he’d picked up last week. He spent at least forty-five minutes working on his hair until it looked just right, shaved, then slapped aftershave on his face.
“Hot. I'd fuck me,” he said to the mirror as he checked out his reflection.
Grabbing his car keys and wallet, he set the alarm and walked to his car. He parked in his designated spot; there were some advantages to owning the club. Smiling at the bouncer, he walked into his personal playground for a night of drinking and fucking.
He had gone to the back room three times tonight, but no one seemed to satisfy him. The last trick didn't even cover his teeth, and Brian had stopped him midway through. He stuffed his cock in his pants and left the back room. Michael and Ben and Ted and Blake were over by the bar drinking when Brian came out, and he made his way to his friends.
“Beam,” he informed the bartender as he turned toward the guys.
“That last trip to the back room was pretty short, Brian. Are you getting too old to hold off these days?” Michael teased.
“No. The stupid trick didn't know to cover his teeth. He was going to do some serious damage.”
“Oh. Well there's plenty more where he came from,” Ted observed as he brought his hand in a wide arc toward the dance floor.
“Yeah. I think I'll head out. Have to be at the Munchers’ bright and early for Gus' shindig.”
Justin
Justin finished his snack and decided to go out. He dressed in his new club clothes and headed to Babylon. He grabbed a cab and asked the driver to let him out a few blocks from the club. He wanted to walk onto Liberty Avenue, reminisce about his first time. The sights of drag queens, same sex couples and groups of people, along with the noise coming from the various clubs, seemed so familiar yet foreign at the same time.
While he'd been back to Pittsburgh many times in the five years he'd moved away, he seldom had time to visit Liberty Avenue. Usually his visits were packed full of lunch and dinner dates with his extended family and keeping up with the few galleries where he showed his work in the area. His visits were short, usually only two or three days, and he always tried to fit some time with Brian in there as well. Of course, that meant at least twelve hours of his visit was spent in bed, usually with Brian's cock up his ass, but it was always worth the soreness he felt when he returned to New York.
He arrived across the street from Babylon and stood under the lamp post for a few moments, looking at the club. Slightly-drunken men stumbled outside, and then he saw him. He looked the same as the last time he'd been in town, some six months ago. He watched Brian walk out the door and… Brian looked at him. He smiled and crossed the street to meet Justin.
Justin threw his arms around Brian and kissed him thoroughly.
After they broke apart, Brian put his arm around Justin's shoulder as he walked him to his car. “I didn't know you were going to be in town. The gay grapevine must be broken.”
“My mom knew and picked me up at the airport.”
“You staying with her?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I've got an apartment.”
“Guess that makes sense. At least you can have your own stuff when you come to town and you don't have to drag all your shit with you.” Brian stopped at the car and clicked the key fob to unlock the doors, then leaned down to give Justin another kiss. “How long you staying for this time?” Brian asked as he started to walk to his side of the car.
“Forever.”
Brian stopped and turned around, looking at Justin. “Forever?”
“Yep. I've come home. We always said that it was only time and now is the time. I'm home.”
Brian was silent when he heard the news. He had secretly wanted the day to come when Justin came home, but he never believed it would happen. He put the keys into the ignition and started the car. Justin put his head on the headrest and closed his eyes. He realized that the ride was taking longer than he had expected and he opened his eyes, turning toward Brian.
“Where you headed?”
“Some place special.”
Justin looked at Brian with a slight frown, but watched the road as the signs for West Virginia came into view.
“You kept it?” Justin asked with awe.
“You said you were coming home. I was hoping you meant here.” Brian pulled the car into the driveway of Britin.
They got out of the car and walked in silence to the front door. When Brian unlocked it, Justin walked into a fully furnished home.
“Your prince has returned. I think we need to celebrate his homecoming,” Justin announced as he led Brian to the living room where they had made love that fateful day over five years ago.
The clock chimed 3:00 a.m. as they entered the room. “I guess it's official. Gus is now 10 years old. I seem to recall he had an early morning arrival.” Brian smiled a mischievous grin, reminiscing about that fateful day.
“I know.” Justin smiled. “Just think, a decade ago you told me that you could take me some place special. I guess you were right.” Justin touched Brian's heart with his hand. “It’s the most special place on earth.”
The End