britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2010-03-01 19:18:00 |
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For His Prince
Title: For His Prince
Disclaimer: I don't own QAF
Pairing: Brian/Justin.
Rating: R
A/N: So, I actually wrote this a while back, but I got a new computer recently, and I've been going through some of my old files as I load my new hard drive with crap. I sort of re-found a few things during my reorganization that I'd forgotten about, and this was one of them. :)
Summary: Justin has a surprise for Brian.
Finally, fucking finally, Brian arrives what feels like three hours too late. Actually, he's early. Justin doesn't really care either way; he's here now, and that's all that matters. For the first time, he feels a flash of nervousness, but he brushes it off. PA Day, after all, proposes some interesting sexual possibilities. And when has Brian ever turned him down on anything of such a nature? Well, except for whole the cancer period of their lives, but Justin tries not to think about that anymore.
It's noon when he hears the knock at his door. It's noon and three seconds when he pulls it open so hard it nearly flies off its hinges.
Brian stands there, bag in hand, looking simultaneously cool and hot and he just raises an eyebrow. “You always throw open your door for complete strangers?”
Justin ignores him and launches an attack on his face. Brian catches him and holds on tight, kissing back with equal fervor. It's been too long...way too long.
“Come on. I've just been stuck on a flight surrounded by a screaming baby, three whiny brats, and a dyke making out with her girlfriend in the seat in front of me. Drop your pants.”
Justin huffs a laugh against Brian's lips at his drama queen antics. He considers pulling some shit about how they never talk anymore and doesn't Brian want to catch up first? But really, they talk nearly every day on the phone as it is— they don't have that much to say to each other. Besides, they can talk later, anytime...they only have a few short days for this.
“My pleasure,” says Justin as his shirt is yanked over his head. “Oh wait— it's yours.”
Brian smacks his ass playfully, and Justin grinds his cock into Brian's leg. Soon, they're both naked except for Justin's boxers, which he's deliberately left on until the last moment. Brian's pressing wet, open mouthed kisses down his chest, dropping to his knees...his fingers dip under the waistband of Justin's underwear and tug them swiftly down around his ankles.
Justin forces his eyes open, not wanting to miss this reaction.
It's actually pretty comical. Brian's eyebrows contract when they see it, staring as though wondering what it's doing there. The eyebrows shoot up his forehead when he realizes what is is.
Justin holds his breath. Waits for a reaction. He thinks he might have changed Brian's mind about this sort of thing when he got his nipple pierced, all those years ago. Now's his chance to see if that's true.
Slowly, a grin is starting to spread across Brian's face as he asks, “When the fuck did you get this done?”
Justin lets out a breath of relief. “A few months ago,” he says matter of factly. “Which you would know if you came to visit more often.”
Immediately afterward, he wishes he hadn't said it; he knows they're both busy as hell— it's as much his fault they don't see each other more often as it is Brian's. Brief pain flashes across both their faces, but both men shake it off, taking comfort in the fact that, right now, they're together.
“A Prince Albert, huh?” Yep. Brian's definitely grinning now, titling his head from side to side to view it from different angles, glinting from its place near the tip of Justin's cock. “Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make it up here more often, then. Make sure you don't come back to the Pitts tattooed from head to toe. Deb would kill you.”
Justin tries to imagine the scene; he gets as far as Debbie's scream of shock, then all he sees is blackness. He presumes this is the whole “him getting killed” part of it.
“So, tattoos are the only thing?” Justin asks. He's never really considered the tattoo route. He wonders what Brian would think if he got his name— or maybe some kind of rainbow pride sign? “You don't mind me poking holes in my body?”
“Well, I've yet to find a hole in your body I haven't thoroughly enjoyed,” Brian smirks. Justin rolls his eyes. Can Brian ever let a potential sex pun go by without comment? In the six years he's known him, Justin can't remember one incident where he has. He's pretty sure Brian is the only one that still thinks the jokes are funny. This is partially why Justin loves him, though; he's the world's biggest dork, though God help you if you call him that.
“It is your body, after all,” continues Brian seriously, regarding Justin's piercing hungrily. Justin can practically see the fantasies taking shape inside his mind. “Who am I to keep you from decorating it? Who knows, maybe next time I'm in town, I'll have mine done, too.”
Brian's voice is smooth and cocky, but Justin knows he's just talking. No fucking way would Brian Kinney ever let a needle anywhere near his dick, for any reason. Justin thinks he would have a coronary before the thing even touched his skin.
“Just promise me you won't come back with like, a nose ring or anything,” says Justin. “I don't think my heart could take that.” He tries to imagine it; the only thing he comes up with is an emo-Brian, his hair dyed black with facial piercings galore. The image nearly kills him.
“Damn, well that's out, then,” says Brian with a straight face so serious it makes Justin laugh. “How about a tongue piercing?”
Justin considers this. “Wonder how it feels to get a blow job with it? We should go down to a piercing salon tomorrow and find someone to help us out.”
Brian's face blanches; Justin's got him. Not many people know this, but Brian Kinney is deathly afraid of needles. Ever since he's known him, Justin's had to drag him down to the doctor every fall for a flu shot. When teased about his needle-phobia, however, Brian would correct that he simply had his doubts about modern medicine, that was all, and that he'd rather take his chances with the flu than fuck with questionable developments of science. Right.
“So, does this mean you're going to get a Prince Albert, too?” Justin asks, unable to resist prodding Brian just a little bit further.
Brian regards him with a raised eyebrow. Justin wonders vaguely how a small stud would look in it.
“We already have one set of matching rings. How many do you need?”
Justin grins, and there's a flash of gold as his ring— the one on his finger— catches the light. No needles necessary for that one. “I'm pretty happy with the first one. Still, though...it can't hurt to explore the benefits of the other kind.”
Justin takes Brian's renewed interest in the piercing on the cock in front of his face as agreement. “No...it can't hurt,” remarks Brian absently. He glances up at Justin. “So...does it?”
“Hurt?” Justin clarifies. Brian gives an affirmative tilt of his head. “Not anymore.”
“Huh. You know...I've never been fucked by a guy with one of these,” Brian muses. Justin feels his breath catch.
“Care to try it out?”
Brian grins up at him. “It would be your pleasure.”
Justin shakes his head and laughs as Brian finally gets to his feet, pulling the blond by the hand to the bed in the corner.
“Yeah,” he agrees as Brian throws himself face-down on the mattress with muffled, generally ignored complaints about having springs in his back and itchy sheets. “It will be.”