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BIND A TIE & TIE A KNOT
“We fucked with a tie around my neck. It was freakin’ hot!”
It was Daphne and Justin’s night out. This week, they had taken advantage of the cold winter weather and rented out a few movies. Only, Match Point was quickly forgotten when Justin had mentioned a tie-fuck, which would surely lead to another wet dream for a very happy Daphne.
“How come you did it with a tie?” She dipped her spoon deep into the chocolate chip ice cream which Daphne was sure looked only a little ruffled because Gus had been to visit. Not because Brian and Justin would have used it to have sweet sex on the chaise longue, all naked and tasting like the best of Subway’s chocolate cookies…
Uh.
Right.
Ties.
“He was teaching me…”, Justin grabbed Daphne’s wrist and stole the rest of her ice-cream from her spoon, “…how to bind a tie.”
Daphne was so startled by that fact that she did not even complain about his thievery: “I’ve seen you wear ties a million times before.”
“Sure.” Justin looked at her over their entangled legs. They could only hope that Matt would not return too early, because this position would definitely wake the green monster inside him. “That’s because he’s always done it.”
“You’re kidding. You didn’t know how to wear a tie ‘til yesterday?”
Innocent blue eyes met wrinkled brown ones when Daphne laughed and Justin tried to suppress it – and not to blush.
“I just never saw any need to. Brian was there to do it. And in school, I don’t know, my mom always did it…”
She grinned and kicked him playfully. “You are weird, Justin Taylor. Can’t even dress properly, but are in love with the biggest label queen ever born on this earth.”
They fell silent for a while, both of them complemtating the weirdness of Justin Taylor. Then Daphne suddenly asked: “So why now? No reason for him to not be around to do it in the future, is there?”
Justin smiled wistfully. “No. No reason in the future.”
“Fuck!”
Justin tosses the tie onto Hunter’s ex-mattress in his shithole of an apartment and thinks that he has to cry. He cannot even bind his own fucking tie.
Brian has done this for him, always.
Brian did that for him. Not anymore.
Never again.
He drops onto the temporary bed and buries his face in his hands to hide the liquid in his eyes, only from himself. At times, he wonders if it was right to leave him. At times, he wonders if even his desired future is worth the pain he is going through.
At times.
There is a tie which you cannot learn to bind and to losen. A tie which will not leave him alone, even now, when he put a stop to it. When he tried to cut it, only to find out that there just is no way.
Daphne exhaled the breath she had been holding, reassured. “So, why now?”
“You are going to learn how to bind a fucking tie, right fucking now.”
“Brian! I’m busy!”
The brunet pulls him along mercilessly, his long fingers wrapped securely around Justin’s wrist.
“Not anymore.”
Justin could not help but smirk. “Guess.”
“Fine, let’s tie this fucking knot!”, Justin snaps, basically just annoyed that Brian so rudely interrupted his working process. Brian though tenses, and turns around, his eyes burning into Justin’s.
“What?!”, the blond asks, wondering what he did now.
“Hmmmm… you’re not going to New York again, are you?”
He smiled. “No, don’t worry. Playing to be vanished sucks since they killed the hot lead in that TV show.”
Brian does not answer, but simply walks to his nightstand and opens, with quite some force, the lowest drawer.
His hands are shaking.
“Brian, what’s going on?”, Justin repeats, this time rather confused than angry.
Still, no answer.
“He’s sick of always having to pull your clothes right?”
Justin laughed and Daphne ate another spoon of ice-cream. “He does so not always have to pull my clothes right!”
“Yes, he so does!”, now Daphne was answering his kicks, and they started a game of footie on the couch, “always! Remember how we wanted to go to this party of Matt’s friends, and he had to pull your shirt out, your jeans up and your jacket right?”
“We just don’t agree on clothing styles”, Justin replied, and snatched the spoon from her again. It was a very nice spoon, with the head of a duck at its end. “And you still haven’t guessed correctly!”
“That’s because I don’t have a fucking clue!”, Daphne answered, throwing her arms up into the air. “Tell me! Now!”, she demanded, and accentuated that by throwing a pillow at him (which she immediately regretted because it had been wonderfully cozy and warm under her neck).
Brian turns to him again, and his hazel eyes pierce through Justin. He looks… nervous?
“Br—”
“Okay, let’s do it. Let’s tie the knot.”
But when he shows his palm to Justin, there is no tie in there.
It is a small, crimson box.
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Bind a Tie & Tie a Knot
Written By: 0corona0
Timeline: some point in the future
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mentioning of sex
Warnings: none
Summary: Sometimes, binding a tie and tieing the knot are awfully close together. So awfully in fact that this fic is completely dedicated to both, even though, in the end, it’s just all about ties.
Author Notes: Thank you, malli_, for beta-ing! ♥
Inspired By Icon:
“We fucked with a tie around my neck. It was freakin’ hot!”
It was Daphne and Justin’s night out. This week, they had taken advantage of the cold winter weather and rented out a few movies. Only, Match Point was quickly forgotten when Justin had mentioned a tie-fuck, which would surely lead to another wet dream for a very happy Daphne.
“How come you did it with a tie?” She dipped her spoon deep into the chocolate chip ice cream which Daphne was sure looked only a little ruffled because Gus had been to visit. Not because Brian and Justin would have used it to have sweet sex on the chaise longue, all naked and tasting like the best of Subway’s chocolate cookies…
Uh.
Right.
Ties.
“He was teaching me…”, Justin grabbed Daphne’s wrist and stole the rest of her ice-cream from her spoon, “…how to bind a tie.”
Daphne was so startled by that fact that she did not even complain about his thievery: “I’ve seen you wear ties a million times before.”
“Sure.” Justin looked at her over their entangled legs. They could only hope that Matt would not return too early, because this position would definitely wake the green monster inside him. “That’s because he’s always done it.”
“You’re kidding. You didn’t know how to wear a tie ‘til yesterday?”
Innocent blue eyes met wrinkled brown ones when Daphne laughed and Justin tried to suppress it – and not to blush.
“I just never saw any need to. Brian was there to do it. And in school, I don’t know, my mom always did it…”
She grinned and kicked him playfully. “You are weird, Justin Taylor. Can’t even dress properly, but are in love with the biggest label queen ever born on this earth.”
They fell silent for a while, both of them complemtating the weirdness of Justin Taylor. Then Daphne suddenly asked: “So why now? No reason for him to not be around to do it in the future, is there?”
Justin smiled wistfully. “No. No reason in the future.”
“Fuck!”
Justin tosses the tie onto Hunter’s ex-mattress in his shithole of an apartment and thinks that he has to cry. He cannot even bind his own fucking tie.
Brian has done this for him, always.
Brian did that for him. Not anymore.
Never again.
He drops onto the temporary bed and buries his face in his hands to hide the liquid in his eyes, only from himself. At times, he wonders if it was right to leave him. At times, he wonders if even his desired future is worth the pain he is going through.
At times.
There is a tie which you cannot learn to bind and to losen. A tie which will not leave him alone, even now, when he put a stop to it. When he tried to cut it, only to find out that there just is no way.
Daphne exhaled the breath she had been holding, reassured. “So, why now?”
“You are going to learn how to bind a fucking tie, right fucking now.”
“Brian! I’m busy!”
The brunet pulls him along mercilessly, his long fingers wrapped securely around Justin’s wrist.
“Not anymore.”
Justin could not help but smirk. “Guess.”
“Fine, let’s tie this fucking knot!”, Justin snaps, basically just annoyed that Brian so rudely interrupted his working process. Brian though tenses, and turns around, his eyes burning into Justin’s.
“What?!”, the blond asks, wondering what he did now.
“Hmmmm… you’re not going to New York again, are you?”
He smiled. “No, don’t worry. Playing to be vanished sucks since they killed the hot lead in that TV show.”
Brian does not answer, but simply walks to his nightstand and opens, with quite some force, the lowest drawer.
His hands are shaking.
“Brian, what’s going on?”, Justin repeats, this time rather confused than angry.
Still, no answer.
“He’s sick of always having to pull your clothes right?”
Justin laughed and Daphne ate another spoon of ice-cream. “He does so not always have to pull my clothes right!”
“Yes, he so does!”, now Daphne was answering his kicks, and they started a game of footie on the couch, “always! Remember how we wanted to go to this party of Matt’s friends, and he had to pull your shirt out, your jeans up and your jacket right?”
“We just don’t agree on clothing styles”, Justin replied, and snatched the spoon from her again. It was a very nice spoon, with the head of a duck at its end. “And you still haven’t guessed correctly!”
“That’s because I don’t have a fucking clue!”, Daphne answered, throwing her arms up into the air. “Tell me! Now!”, she demanded, and accentuated that by throwing a pillow at him (which she immediately regretted because it had been wonderfully cozy and warm under her neck).
Brian turns to him again, and his hazel eyes pierce through Justin. He looks… nervous?
“Br—”
“Okay, let’s do it. Let’s tie the knot.”
But when he shows his palm to Justin, there is no tie in there.
It is a small, crimson box.