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Graphic Number 7: "Carry on Dancing"
Title: Carry on Dancing
Author: tweedygal
Timeline: You’ll figure it out. ;-)
Rating: PG-13. I honestly don’t know.
Author's notes: This is just a vignette, not really a fic, but I’ve wanted to write it for a long time. It’s been written in my head for a while (complete with the cheesy James Taylor song), and this beautiful graphic gave me the chance to get it out. *hugs the unknown creator* And a big huge thanks and big sloppy smackles to bookgirl24 and to pendulumchanges for their betas. I love you two.
Graphic: The fantastic #7 by qafmaniac
Music, something vaguely familiar, was playing in the darkened loft when Brain got home. Justin sat in the glow of the light table, absently rubbing his hand. He smiled up at Brian and said, "Hey."
"Hey." Brian dropped beside Justin on the floor. He grabbed his hand, massaging it between his own, and looked at the drawings scattered over the table.
"What are you working on?"
"Nothing really. Just doodling."
"How long have you been sitting here?"
"I dunno."
"Did you eat yet?"
"No."
Sighing slightly, Brian touched the side of Justin's face and kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled away a little, his lips still on Justin’s, and they settled into a slow-burning kiss. They both relaxed, Brian's growing discontent with Stockwell forgotten and Justin's aching hand fading as they did. For now, it was just the two of them.
Brian broke away after a few minutes, cocking his head slightly. "Are you listening to James Taylor?" he questioned.
"Yeah. We listened to him when I was a kid. I still like it -- it's nice." Justin said, somewhat defensively.
"Mmmhmm," Brian murmured, kissing and nuzzling Justin's neck. Justin smiled, winding his fingers into Brian's hair as he kissed him. Brian stopped and said, "Hold on."
He walked over to the CD player and skipped a few tracks. "Handyman" began to play. Brian held out a hand to Justin and whispered, "Come over here."
Justin stood, walked over to Brian and settled into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Brian, arms on Justin's shoulders, closed his eyes as he touched his forehead to Justin's. They danced slowly, almost not at all. As the music flowed smoothly around them, Brian hummed along. Justin tightened his grip and rested his head on Brian's chest.
Babylon was loud and bright and glitter rained down on the crowd, posturing and gyrating around us. But I didn't see it. All I could see was Brian, moving closer and pulling me into his orbit.
It happened all the time. Brian had just laid into me about pleasing my parents instead of myself. I wanted to be angry at him for thinking he knew what was best for me, but as soon as he pulled me onto the dance floor, it was forgotten. I felt light and sort of stupid.
Our dancing was really only glorified foreplay, and by the time Brian pulled me into the backroom, my hungry mouth couldn't get his dick into it fast enough. But that wasn't what Brian was after and he soon had me against the wall, fucking me fiercely. I came almost as soon as he pushed into me and by the time he came, I could barely think.
He took me back to the loft that night and ate my ass until I was writhing against the sheets, begging him to fuck me. I woke up the next morning with him wrapped around me, hands stroking my hair. And, in that moment, the world was just the two of us.
When Brian started to sing along to the song, Justin smiled. He raised his hand to Brian's face and kissed him on the cheek. Since Brian had taken him back, he was happier than he'd been in a long time. He knew Brian loved him; he showed him in a thousand different ways, and now Justin could actually see them. He closed his eyes and they danced on as Brian sang softly in his ear.
The night of Justin's prom had been magic. We fit together perfectly and moved in a rhythm that only we could create at that particular moment. It was beautiful and for a while, it made me believe in love.
All the times I'd pushed Justin away, claiming that I didn't care, that I only believed in fucking, were bullshit. To be honest, I usually had a hard time concentrating on anything but Justin when he was around. He had a look -- sweet, but tinged with heat and sex -- that did something crazy to me. When I could actually resist it, I felt relieved.
But then I'd end up at Debbie's in the middle of the night, letting myself in the back door and fucking him in Michael's old room. Sometimes we'd go to the backyard to smoke and I'd end up fucking him again on the picnic table or sucking his cock against the side of the house. I would pointedly ignore him the next day, punishing Justin for my own weaknesses.
That night at the prom, I finally let myself be pulled into his shimmering orbit. I basked in it, never dreaming it would end in darkness and defeat. For that moment, the world was only the two of us.
Brian stopped singing and stiffened, almost imperceptibly, in Justin's arms. He looked down at Justin for a long time, then kissed him, pulling him up to his mouth. His lips covered Justin's, his tongue traced Justin's teeth and the kiss grew hard and hot. When Brian finally ended it, breathing raggedly, Justin searched his eyes. The music continued quietly in the background.
"Are you all right?" Justin asked hesitantly.
Brian smiled broadly. "Never better."
Justin smiled back. "Do you want to order something to eat?"
"Maybe after."
"After what?"
"After I fuck you to sweet baby James."
"Sorry."
Brian raised an eyebrow. "Sorry?"
Justin shrugged. "It's my turn to fuck you," he said smugly.
Brian snorted, but didn't argue the point. He pushed his fingers into Justin's hair and pulled him back into his arms.
The world was only the two of them and they carried on dancing.