Britin (_alicesprings) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2007-08-26 11:18:00 |
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Drabbles.
Written By: _alicesprings
Timeline: Season 1, season 5 and post-513
Author's Notes: Originally posted on LiveJournal
Title: Negotiating
Timeline: Mid season 1
Prompt: Dialog only
* * *
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“But why?”
“Because I go there to fuck, not babysit.”
“I'm not a baby! I want to fuck too.”
“No.”
“Brian, you've already taught me about fucking, and sucking.”
“And toys.”
“Right, and toys.”
“Don't you want me to be the best homosexual I can possibly be?”
“Hmm, I like that. The Kinney School of Assology: Be the Best Homosexual You can Be.”
“You're like, a total nerd.”
“Am not.”
“Chemistry Club?”
“Fuck you.”
“Yes please. At the baths.”
“You're one delusional twink.”
“And you're ticklish.”
“Stop!”
“Take me.”
“Justin! Stop.”
“Take me.”
“Alright!”
“Sucker.”
“Twat.”
* * *
Title: Actions Speak Louder than Words
Timeline: Post-507 AU
Prompt: Dialog only
* * *
“If it wasn't so adorable, I'd be really pissed.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Did you think I wouldn't notice?”
“Notice what?”
“That every time you come over you leave with something.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“I had no underwear this morning.”
“And how is this my fault?”
“Because you've taken all my underwear.”
“And my socks.”
“And my pants.”
“And the last time you slept over you took my shirts.”
“So?”
“So I have no clothes left at the studio. Everything's at the loft.”
“Guess you'd better move back in then.”
“Guess so.”
* * *
Title: Motherfucker
Timeline: 510-512
Prompt: Dialog only
* * *
“You're pissed about the age difference? You chased after 28-year-old men when you were 17.”
“29, fucker.”
“Alright, 29. All the more reason. Don't be pissy mommy's finally getting some.”
“Getting some? What the fuck, Brian. I don't want to think about my mother getting some! I may never have sex again!”
“Please, you couldn't last a day. Your mom's happy. You're happy. And I'll be happy in about ten minutes.”
“What's happening then?”
“You, oh celibate one, are going to blow me.”
“Oh really?
“Mmmm hhmm.”
“Make it five.”
“Why?”
“Because you'll be blowing me in ten.”
* * *
Post-513 Drabbles.
Title: Marriage
Timeline: Post-513
* * *
Brian always said he'd never do love. Never do marriage. His parents saw to that. His father with his fists, his mother with her words.
It was all bullshit anyway, a farce. Something for straights and dykes. Something to pass the time but never something real. You're the only one that's real. You're the only one you've got. It was his mantra for years.
And yet, Brian loves Justin fiercely. And he knows Justin will be the only one he'll ever love. And he'll love him forever. This is real, he thinks.
They're kind of married after all, he thinks.
* * *
Title: The Thief
Prompt: Clothes
The knocking won't stop, and as much as I'd like to keep ignoring it, it's really messing with my moping, so I drag myself to the door.
I've been in New York for five days, and I haven't left the apartment yet. I know moving here was the right thing to do and I'm excited about working here, but I need a few days of missing Brian first.
“I'm coming!”
I open the door.
“Not yet, but give me a minute.”
“Brian!” I hug him tight.
“Jesus, you need a shower. And to change your shirt. Hey! That's my shirt.”
* * *
Title: First Kiss
Prompt: Kisses
My favorite part of coming home is our first kiss.
Whether it's at the airport, where we kiss long and hard, not caring about the people milling around us as we reconnect.
Or if it's at the loft, where we've had so many kisses. Our first, and our last and all the ones in between.
Or even at Kinnetik, when I fly in early and surprise Brian at work. I think I like those best of all. The way Brian claims me, not caring if his staff is watching.
All our kisses are good, but the first one's my favorite.
* * *
Title: Last Kiss
Prompt: Kisses
The last kiss is the one I dread most.
A final touch of lips and tongues before I return to my city hovel, or Brian flies home to Pittsburgh.
Sometimes it's tentative and soft, because we're still not sure if that makes it hurt less.
Sometimes it's hard and needy, because who knows how long until we'll be able to do it again, and all I want is to soak him in.
The last kiss is bittersweet. It's tinged with sadness and uncertainty.
I hate the last kiss, but we need it. So we can have our first kiss again.
* * *
Title: Hope
When I got back from Hollywood a year ago and asked Brian if the offer to move in still stood, he gave me the sweetest smile and leaned over to pull open a drawer. An empty drawer.
He showed me what he couldn't often voice. That he was waiting for me, and even though he thought I was never coming back, he still had hope.
When I let myself into the loft for the first time in three months, there's something I want to do first. I head straight to the bedroom and open that drawer.
It's empty.
I smile.
* * *
Title: Saving Myself
Prompt: Song lyrics - inspired by Deeper Water by Deadstar
I feel myself I'm flying
you look so good in a mirror
oh I'd sell my soul for a record
yeah of all we've said and done
'Cause I'm heading out where the water is much deeper
I save myself I'm saving you
I'm heading out I'm going there and I'm gonna make it
I save myself I'm saving you
Justin preens in his suit, looking more grown up that I can ever remember seeing him.
I think about everything that has brought us to this moment. About baseball bats and cancer and bombs.
I think about feeling so fucking scared, and about finally having the balls to put myself on the line. To say I love you.
How easy it can be. To let go, and to hold on.
To be happy. To put faith in someone else.
Not for anyone else. Not with anyone else. But Justin, yes.
It feels good.
I catch his eye. “You look beautiful.”
* * *
Title: Lights Go Down
Prompt: Song lyrics - inspired by Lights Go Down by Deadstar.
When the lights go down
You come here again
You come here even though your body’s at its end
You call my name
Right across my heart
I’ll hear it and I’ll be right back there at the start
Don’t say you’ll come here again
Cos I won’t be let down
I startle awake. We haven't moved, his arms are still around me.
I'm probably crushing him but he's not complaining, and truthfully, I don't want to move.
He told me earlier that we'd see each other all the time but he really doesn't know that.
The lad's a genius. He always gets what he wants. And I have no doubt that he'll get everything he wants in New York.
“You,” he whispers.
I look up at him. “Me what?”
“That's what I want. More than anything else. So, we'll see each other all the time. Right?”
I believe him. “Right.”
* * *
Title: Warm Again
Prompt: Winter Blues
Justin trudged along the slushy sidewalk, beanie hat pulled down low over his ears. He was on his way back to his crappy one-room apartment that made the old one in Pittsburgh look like a mansion.
He was tired, horny and most of all cold.
“I hate winter,” he muttered under his breath.
“I hate the fucking cold.”
“I hate the fucking snow.”
“Fuck!” Great. He'd stepped in a puddle of dirty water.
“Fucking snow.”
“Stupid weather.”
“It's not this cold back home.”
“It's nice there.”
“It's... Brian!”
Standing on the door stoop, smiling a hello.
Justin felt warm.
* * *
Title: Hearts and Flowers
Prompt: Hearts and Flowers
Hearts and flowers. You used to doodle them in the margins of your school books. Surrounded by the name Brian.
You used to do a lot of embarrassing things.
Brian likes to remind you about them constantly.
He's a shit like that. You really need more dirt on Brian.
You've let yourself into the loft on one of your weekend visits from New York. Brian's not back from work yet, but you know it won't be long until he gets there.
You sit at his desk and notice he's been doodling on his latest campaign notes.
Just one word: Justin.