I would love a series in this universe and that is not something I say often. I adore the echoes of canon they are placed perfectly in the story-anchoring it in the QAF we knew but not making it simply a rewrite. The imagery is beautiful and Brian and Justin are somehow in character while fitting perfectly into this world. This story is just brilliant. And I love Mr. Schmitt more than I can say.
I think this shows what I was trying to say beautifully: It was a loft, and it was enormous, and not just by New York standards. Justin's eyes scanned the open space, the marble countertops and imported Italian fixtures and then stopped. The man behind him forgotten for a moment, he stepped closer. The artwork…
"Is that a Rauschenberg?" His work was the first modern art Justin had ever seen, at an exhibit at the Guggenheim when he was just a kid.
Justin heard Brian answer that it was, but the minute he turned around, art, and Justin's ability to comprehend or speak the English language, disappeared. Brian was naked, his arms out to his sides.
Justin stared for a minute, then walked towards him, dropping his bag on the floor, his jacket following. He pulled Brian’s head down for a kiss, feeling his beard scratching at his face, his tongue invading Justin's mouth.
I think I might know who wrote this but I'm not sure.