netlagd (netlagd) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2009-06-29 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | bjfic, educating justin, ej |
Educating Justin - Chapter 3/30: The Ubiquitous Justin Taylor
banner by stephmck
Title: Educating Justin - Chapter 3: The Ubiquitous Justin Taylor
Characters: Brian/Justin
Rating: Story - NC-17; Chapter - NC-17
Warning: AU (characters are in canon along timelines 1-3)
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer As Folk are the property of Russell T. Davies, CowLip Productions, Tony Jonas Productions, Showtime Networks Inc. and others. No copyright infringement is intended.
Story Summary: Justin Taylor has been living with his boyfriend Ethan Gold who he has recently discovered is cheating on him, again. They are in their Junior year at PIFA. When confronted Ethan states that he has to seek other companionship because Justin is frigid. Justin enlists Brian Kinney to teach him how to be more affectionate and responsive so he can win the heart of the man he loves. But just who is it that Justin loves?
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Educating Justin
Chapter 3: The Ubiquitous Justin Taylor
Brian looked down at Justin’s blond head. Brian watched the progress of strawberry lips as they moved from the indent of his navel down a widening and thickening path of auburn hairs to the point where his cock jutted out from his body. He buried his hands in the soft, blond hair.
Justin looked up into Brian’s hazel eyes, his own blue eyes dancing with devilment. His tongue reached out and swiped along the slit of Brian’s cockhead. Brian leaned back against the concrete wall and closed his eyes relishing the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain.
“Justin...” he sighed.
“Huh?” The shaggy brown haired trick that had been servicing Brian’s cock looked up from his task.
“What?” Brian glared down at the trick.
Immediately reluctant to take issue with anything that Brian might say, the trick murmured, “uh, you have a beautiful cock.”
“Like I haven’t heard that before,” Brian responded with disdain. He pushed the trick's mouth back to his cock. He leaned back and closed his eyes, willing himself back into the half-dream that the trick had interrupted. He never quite got back. The trick was marginally talented - at best. After five minutes Brian shoved the trick away and stuff his half hard cock back in his pants.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished.”
“Neither was I,” Brian retorted. So much for that one. He buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his jeans and retreated to the bar. He had to get Taylor off his mind.
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Justin stared at the shot glasses lined up on the bar. This would be number four. He took a look at the Amber liquid - he’d always said tequila was his drink. He downed another one, gasping as the liquor trailed fire down his throat.
The tall, handsome black man beside him handed him a lime wedge neatly presented on a cocktail napkin.
Justin smiled as bit as he took the wedge and bit into it. He winced at the sour, and choked out a “thanks”.
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“Fred or Barney?” Ted asked.
“Oh, Fred - he’s a total bear! But Barney’s kind of funny.” Emmett took a drink from his cosmo. “I don’t know... he’s a sweet little guy with his shaggy blond hair and cute little smile.”
Emmett’s last few words caught Brian’s attention. He stopped scanning the floor for a more satisfactory trick and focused his attention on his friends.
“I’d have to say Fred over Barney.” Ted replied
Why do I surround myself with idiots? Brian thought.
Michael and Ben returned from the dance floor glowing with sweat. Ben had removed his shirt and Mikey was temporarily star struck by his lover’s physique.
“Hey!” Michael smiled at the gang.
“Hey!” Ted nodded back.
“Mikey, Ben.” Brian nodded.
“ooh! just the people we need!” Emmett enthused. “Ted and I have been playing a round of ‘which one’?”
“Which one - what?” Michael asked confused.
“Which one would you do?” Emmett returned.
“Yeah, you know, if you were on a desert island.” Ted tried to clarify. “I said Fred, Emmett initially said Fred, but then he was extolling the virtues of Barney. How about you? Ben? Michael?”
“Probably Fred.”
“Definitely Barney.”
Ben and Michael answered at once, then laughed like it was some great joke.
“What about you Brian?” Ted asked.
Brian rolled his eyes. “I prefer my options to be a bit more human and less cartoonish.”
“Oh really?” Emmett raised his eyebrows. “Okay then, how about tall, dark and handsome or short, blond and brooding?”
“Huh?” Ted was clueless as to what Emmett was talking about.
Emmett raised his pinky from stem of his cosmo and pointed in the direction of the bar opposite where the gang was standing. Justin was downing shots, looking dejected, while a tall, handsome, black man solicitously curried to his every favor.
Brian zeroed in on the couple. Well, well, well. The ubiquitous Justin Taylor, in the flesh.
“Brian?” Michael eyed him suspiciously.
Brian knew to throw off the scent. “Tall, dark and handsome - definitely.”
“You sound as if you speak from experience.” Ted retort was snide.
“Dijon? Yeah, he’s a first class fuck. And you get frequent flier miles. Definitely the perfect man for a layover.”
“Really.” Emmet raised his eyebrows and sucked the remainder of his cosmo out of his glass. “Well, boys, I’m off to catch a flight!” Emmett crossed to the bar where Dijon was.
Brian saw this as an opportunity. “Later,” he called out as he pushed himself away from the bar.
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The tall, black man had disappeared. Justin frowned into the shot glass in front of him. He’d made a neat little pyramid stacking the six previous glassed atop one another into a triangle. Just call me I. M. Pei! he chuckled to himself, but it sounded more like a bit of a giggle to man approaching.
Brian considered the younger man in front of him. Justin Taylor looked good even when he was drunk.
Justin was trying to figure out what to do with the seventh shot glass. The six stacked so nicely and neatly into a pyramid. The seventh wasn’t working. He frowned in concentration.
“Problem?” Brian asked.
Justin didn’t look up, but frowned even more. “The seventh shot screws with the syma... symer... symme...” Justin licked his lips. “It doesn’t go.”
“Drowning your sorrows?”
“Just having a drink.” Justin defended as he placed the seventh shot glass right side up on the top most upside down shot glass. He smiled triumphantly at Brian.
“Pleased with yourself?”
“Absolutely.”
“You know, if I saw someone with seven empty shot glasses in front of him, I might think that the guy was unhappy, maybe trying to forget someone who broke his heart.”
Justin glared at him.
“But then I look at you and say to myself. Not him - he has a boyfriend.” The last word left Brian’s lips with a sneer.
Justin narrowed his eyes at Brian. “You’re so damned supa... super... supercil... smug!”
“What’s the matter, sunshine? Did he forget to raise the toilet seat?”
“Look, why don’t you just leave me alone?” Justin was too tired and just drunk enough to know he didn’t want to have this conversation with this man. “Besides, you wouldn’t understand.”
“I’m crushed.”
“Fuck you!”
“We tried that last night, you weren’t interested. Changed your mind?”
Justin glared at him. This is what it all came down to. If Ethan and Brian were to be believed, it was just a fuck. Well... well? Why not? Why, the fuck, not? “Sure.”