|ahaw9913 (ahaw9913) wrote in qaf_drabbles,|
@ 2009-08-31 12:41:00
|Entry tags:||author: ahaw9913, challenge #130: season six|
Challenge #130: Season Six
Title: Bee Cause of You
Author's Note: This is a story told in a series of five drabbles. Everyone needs to know what an amazing beta and friend suze_y is! I absolutely could not have written this without her! This bit of schmooparific love grew, and grew from a plot bunny planted by maxymama here Request is in the comments . I hope you like it!
And the condoms go to: Ted x 5
"Shit! Brian, that bee stung me!"
Brian turned from the bed he was examining, having decided that the posts, while thick, probably couldn't withstand Justin pulling against them with his full strength.
"Christ, are you allergic to fucking bees, too?"
"Can't remember. My mom’d know. I've never been stung." Justin examined his hand, and swatted at another bee.
"You know, if you didn't insist on looking at old junk, in a barn, in the middle of a fucking field, we wouldn't have to worry about bees."
"They’re not junk, they're antiques, and they’ll be perfect for Britin."
Justin's hand was starting to hurt, and the bees seemed to have it in for him. "We could come back another day." He said it without conviction, since he was reluctant to cut this trip short. Antique furniture was not Brian's thing, and he hated shopping in places like this. It had taken a particularly spectacular blowjob to convince Brian as it was.
Brian, frowning, confirmed Justin's thoughts. "Fuck that. If you want to do this, do it now. I'm not coming back."
Brian stalked down an aisle of gilded, century-old armoires. Justin turned and walked toward the back.
Brian was calculating a dining room table's height, while pretending to listen to the merchant explaining its finish, when another salesman ran by, panicked. "Some guy in the back got stung by a bee and he's having trouble breathing. I'm calling an ambulance!"
Recalling Justin's earlier comments about the bees, and how he'd been rubbing his hand, Brian felt his heart stop. Barely breathing himself, Brian bolted for the Corvette. He didn't waste time fumbling for Justin's EpiPen in his messenger bag; instead, he grabbed the one he'd bought himself to keep in the glovebox, and ran to find Justin.
Brian rounded the corner, short of breath, and took in the scene.
Justin was turning away from some stranger, who was sitting on the ground, when he spotted Brian. "Brian! I need... Hey, good - you have it! This guy's allergic to bees and he forgot his 'Pen!"
Brian's voice shook. "You're okay?"
"I'm fine." Taking the case from Brian, Justin turned it over in his hands and opened it. "This isn't mine. Where'd you get it?" Justin asked, quickly handing the EpiPen to the wheezing stranger.
Brian, biting his lips, said reluctantly, "The 'vette."
"The Corvette? Why would you have...?"
Neither spoke about the events of the day until they were in bed, for which they still had no frame.
"Fuck!" Brian should have been expecting this. He reached to the nightstand for the cigarettes he didn't smoke anymore.
"What? I just want to know."
Sighing deeply, Brian pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Pool house. Kinnetik. Babylon."
Brian felt Justin's eyes on his face, pulling the words from him.
"Deb's. Michael's. Daphne's."
Suddenly, Justin was on top of him, kissing him breathless. Thinking he was off the hook, Brian began to relax.