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LE PARFUM
“So. Brian. Does Justin do hard drugs?” asked he bluntly while Brian chocked on Ben gluten’s free bread.
“I beg your pardon Honeycutt?”
“I said –“
“Yes I heard. But what the fuck do you mean by this fucking question?”
“I mean that I’m not the only one to see his behaviour. He is acting as a blond Brian Kinney.”
They all muttered a more or less convincing “yeah” and went back to eating the fairy cakes Lindsay had done for the occasion.
“Plus,” added Ted, “he is behaving like a junkie in need of a fix.”
“And if someone knows these things it’s Teddy.” Concluded Emmett by putting his hands on his friend shoulders.
Brian took a good look at them before answering to Emmett sayings.
“So. He is acting like a young man with a spurge of hormones so what? No, he doesn’t do hard drugs nor is in need of a fix. He is fucking allergic to every of those fucking drugs, so I would have noticed if he was doing crystal. Plus he is marking quite easily so no, he is not doing heroin or I would have seen it too.”
“Brian. He is always moody and he doesn’t even paint. He sits in the studio and doesn’t do anything.”
“Maybe his muse left?”
“Brian! We are trying to save Sunshine here! He doesn’t eat when he comes over at the dinner. And he is all pale.”
“That goes with the blond hair Deb. And at the loft he is acting normal. He is a bit tired I must admit but we fuck like usual. God we even fuck more than usual. And he is in good shape. If you think there is a problem why don’t you ask him?” concluded Brian while putting his jacket back on.
-_-_-_-
Justin was sketching when Brian came back. Putting his drawing book on the sofa, he got up and circled Brian from behind.
“That was a quick one.” He said, sneaking his hands under Brian’s top.
Disengaging himself from Justin touch, Brian turned around and looked at him in the eyes.
“Yeah. I went there, ate Lindsay’s awful fairy cake, be told you were acting like a blond Brian Kinney and for fuck sake even Ted saw something and told me you were behaving like a junkie in need of a fix. Care to explain yourself Sunshine? I put with your mood and your behaviour because you promised it would go better but hell! Everyone is after me now and I had to tell them I wasn’t understanding what they were saying. So now, you spill.”
Justin took a deep breath and went to take a beer in the fridge before saying anything.
“First, you need to know it is all your fault. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be like that.”
“Yeah ri –“
“Let me finish ok. Say nothing.” Brian muttered a not that happy OK and Justin continued. “If you didn’t have cancer in the first place your doctor wouldn’t have asked you to stop smoking. And if you hadn’t stopped smoking, you would still smell the mix of Jim Beam, cigarettes and sandalwood soap. And your breath would still smell like heaven. And after sex you would still do those smoke arabesques when exhaling. And I wouldn’t be in need of my Brian Kinney sent. So it’s all your fault.”
Quite amused by Justin explanation to his weird behaviour, Brian let out a laugh.
“So you are telling me that it’s all my fault. And that you are addicted to my smell. How sweet.”
“It’s not funny. And can’t you restart smoking? For me?”
“You’re fucking nuts. No way. I can have fucking cancer again and we wouldn’t want me to die, do we? Plus, if you love me like you always say you do, you will be able to put up with a smoke free Brian Kinney smell won’t you?”
Epilogue:
Eventually they had sex and Brian reluctantly agreed to let Justin smoke in the loft again, just because it would let a, even if faint, smell of cigarettes on his skin.
Rolling out of Justin, Brian realised that Justin smell was a bit different. Tomorrow he would need to buy him his shampoo again. The cheap one Justin was using was changing his sent and not for the better.
Realising what he was thinking, he smiled at himself and murmured to a sleepy Justin that he was agreeing on smoking a cigarette a week and on special occasion. The things this boy could do to him.
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Le parfum
Written By: lilibel
Timeline: Post season 4. Pre season 5
Rating : R
Summary: Justin is behaving like a junkie in need of a fix.
Author Notes: My first fic in english, thanks to Azh’ for the quick beta ^^
Inspired By Icon:
“So. Brian. Does Justin do hard drugs?” asked he bluntly while Brian chocked on Ben gluten’s free bread.
“I beg your pardon Honeycutt?”
“I said –“
“Yes I heard. But what the fuck do you mean by this fucking question?”
“I mean that I’m not the only one to see his behaviour. He is acting as a blond Brian Kinney.”
They all muttered a more or less convincing “yeah” and went back to eating the fairy cakes Lindsay had done for the occasion.
“Plus,” added Ted, “he is behaving like a junkie in need of a fix.”
“And if someone knows these things it’s Teddy.” Concluded Emmett by putting his hands on his friend shoulders.
Brian took a good look at them before answering to Emmett sayings.
“So. He is acting like a young man with a spurge of hormones so what? No, he doesn’t do hard drugs nor is in need of a fix. He is fucking allergic to every of those fucking drugs, so I would have noticed if he was doing crystal. Plus he is marking quite easily so no, he is not doing heroin or I would have seen it too.”
“Brian. He is always moody and he doesn’t even paint. He sits in the studio and doesn’t do anything.”
“Maybe his muse left?”
“Brian! We are trying to save Sunshine here! He doesn’t eat when he comes over at the dinner. And he is all pale.”
“That goes with the blond hair Deb. And at the loft he is acting normal. He is a bit tired I must admit but we fuck like usual. God we even fuck more than usual. And he is in good shape. If you think there is a problem why don’t you ask him?” concluded Brian while putting his jacket back on.
-_-_-_-
Justin was sketching when Brian came back. Putting his drawing book on the sofa, he got up and circled Brian from behind.
“That was a quick one.” He said, sneaking his hands under Brian’s top.
Disengaging himself from Justin touch, Brian turned around and looked at him in the eyes.
“Yeah. I went there, ate Lindsay’s awful fairy cake, be told you were acting like a blond Brian Kinney and for fuck sake even Ted saw something and told me you were behaving like a junkie in need of a fix. Care to explain yourself Sunshine? I put with your mood and your behaviour because you promised it would go better but hell! Everyone is after me now and I had to tell them I wasn’t understanding what they were saying. So now, you spill.”
Justin took a deep breath and went to take a beer in the fridge before saying anything.
“First, you need to know it is all your fault. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be like that.”
“Yeah ri –“
“Let me finish ok. Say nothing.” Brian muttered a not that happy OK and Justin continued. “If you didn’t have cancer in the first place your doctor wouldn’t have asked you to stop smoking. And if you hadn’t stopped smoking, you would still smell the mix of Jim Beam, cigarettes and sandalwood soap. And your breath would still smell like heaven. And after sex you would still do those smoke arabesques when exhaling. And I wouldn’t be in need of my Brian Kinney sent. So it’s all your fault.”
Quite amused by Justin explanation to his weird behaviour, Brian let out a laugh.
“So you are telling me that it’s all my fault. And that you are addicted to my smell. How sweet.”
“It’s not funny. And can’t you restart smoking? For me?”
“You’re fucking nuts. No way. I can have fucking cancer again and we wouldn’t want me to die, do we? Plus, if you love me like you always say you do, you will be able to put up with a smoke free Brian Kinney smell won’t you?”
Epilogue:
Eventually they had sex and Brian reluctantly agreed to let Justin smoke in the loft again, just because it would let a, even if faint, smell of cigarettes on his skin.
Rolling out of Justin, Brian realised that Justin smell was a bit different. Tomorrow he would need to buy him his shampoo again. The cheap one Justin was using was changing his sent and not for the better.
Realising what he was thinking, he smiled at himself and murmured to a sleepy Justin that he was agreeing on smoking a cigarette a week and on special occasion. The things this boy could do to him.