Ny (not_yet_defined) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2009-07-08 22:09:00 |
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X-post: Cut Me Open
Since I'm not doing anything else around here lately, I figure I might as well continue my cross-posting quest. So this is just a repost, nothing new, my muses have fled the galaxy these days i'm afraid.
Title: Cut Me Open
Author: not_yet_defined
Summary: Season 3 AU Everything up to 306 happened, after that, things went a little differently
Warnings, if any: J/E implied.
Author's notes: Thank you to noteverything and sidhe for hand holding and beta help. All mistakes are mine though. Thank you to sra_black for a fucking amazing and beautiful graphic, it inspired many stories in my head, this is just one them. Text used on the graphic is from the song Bleeding Love, as is the title. Written for the Challenge in Two Parts at qaf_challenges.
He heard Justin's sharp intake of breath as he grabbed his wrist, spun him around, and watched fear slide into relief. Eyes wide and lips parted, Brian hesitated for a moment lost in Justin. He closed his eyes and forced away the almost overpowering desire to kiss him. Instead, he reached for a poster from Justin's bag and slammed it against the fresh glue. Running his hands down sleek, cool surface, smoothing away the wrinkles and giving himself a moment to just breathe.
Justin wordlessly handed him his bag and went back to streaking the brick walls with glue as Brian smoothed poster after poster against the rough surface.
It was after three am by the time they finished.
"Thank you, Brian."
Brian shrugged, uncomfortably casting his eyes any direction other than the sincere blue eyes guilelessly fixed on his face. He focused on nothing in particular somewhere in the distance He bit the corner of his lip and berated himself silently for just about every decision he'd made since he'd haplessly picked up a little blond twink under a streetlight one night.
"C'mon, I'll drive you home," he said and headed towards the 'vette without a backwards glance.
They drove to Justin's in silence. Brian pulled to a stop in front of the building.
"And what does Ian think of your new gig as the Mad Avenger?"
Justin shrugged. "He's been gone touring for the last 3 weeks."
"He's gone a lot."
Justin opened the door, a careless "yeah" thrown over his shoulder as he slid out of the car. Feet on solid ground, he gripped the top of the car and bent over, peering inside. "Goodnight, Brian."
"Later." Justin grinned at him, in a way Brian had never been able to resist, and he felt the corners of his mouth move upwards in response completely against his will.
3 Days Earlier
Brian leaned in close, examining the work.
"It's about fucking time someone spoke out," Debbie proclaimed.
Brian ran briefly ran his fingertips over the glossy surface. "Besides you?" he murmured, his snarky reply strangely devoid of, well, its snark. He backed a step away from the poster and noticed Justin walking towards them. Brian couldn't remember the kid ever looking that lethargic on his account. It vaguely pissed him off.
"Hey."
"Christ, Sunshine. You look like you been up all night."
"I was working on a project."
Brian's eyebrows shot up.
"Not that kind of project," Justin replied to Brian's silent smirk.
Justin turned to look at the posters as he and the others discussed them. Brian watched him, watched the half-smile that graced his lips when Debbie said, "Well, this ought to agitate Stockwell's bowels when he sees this," and the others laughed.