|testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges,|
@ 2006-12-31 18:45:00
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Christmas Past, Christmas Future
Written By: moon__river aka challahchallah
Timeline: post 513
Rating: PG-13/R for slight language and mentioning of phone sx
Summary: It's two weeks til Christmas...
Author's Notes: Thanks a million to my Beta, who reassured me that I should submit this instead of erasing the whole thing
Justin needed to move to New York. He knows this. But when he's drunk or stoned or flying on E (or a combination of the three) in the middle of the night, it doesn't make it any less hard to deal with.
He talks to Brian every night (morning) by 3:00 a.m. (old habits die hard, even those that are 4 years old). Sometimes it's phone sex, sometimes it's stories about their day, sometimes they just fall asleep listening to each other breathe.
One December night, as Justin hides from the bitter cold and the tourists swarming around the city, he says, "Tell me something you've never told anyone else."
Brian, a little stoned from the joint he had an hour ago but not really that fucked up, responds, "Is this one of those times where you try and make me talk about my feelings?"
"No, you twat," answers Justin. "I know you love me. Tell me a story, a random memory."
"Ok…when I was 16 I went to Babylon and blew the bouncer to get in. He let me in free for a year."
"Yeah, like that's a secret. I bet Michael knew that the next day," says Justin, blowing smoke rings from his cigarette.
"Well, he didn't know why we got in free. I told him they didn't charge a cover."
"Whatever, it still doesn't count."
"Fine, you tell me something."
"Ok, let me think," responds Justin. After a few moments he continues, "When I was 10, my dad gave me an orange and black bicycle for Chrstimas. I thought it was ugly and would have rather had the purple and blue one, but I just said thank you."
Brian is silent for a minute before Justin says, "Ok, your turn. Tell me about a Christmas memory."
"When I was 14, Jack drank a bottle of Jack before my aunt and uncle had even arrived from Connecticut," answers Brian flatly. "I spent the morning hiding out in my room, playing with whatever-the-fuck gifts I got that year, and the afternoon at Michael's after Jack hit me in the face because I said Claire's new earrings were pretty. Like that meant I was going to wear them or some shit."
Justin is silent for a few moments. He doesn't really know how to respond, never does when Brian divulges these painful bits of his childhood. He's sorry he wasn't around to ease the pain, but knows Michael and Debbie and Vic did what they could.
"Shit," he finally says.
"Yeah, well, whatever," responds Brian, in a tone that makes it clear he's ready to change the topic.
Justin starts talking about the gallery he has a show in at the end of the month, making sure Brian has his ticket to be there for the opening.
As Justin speaks, Brian eyes wander to the paperwork on his night table, the papers that contain the deed to the new Kinnetik International headquarters in Soho. He idly wonders if he should tell Justin about the purchase, at least in an effort to inform him before Jennifer spills the beans one day, assuming that a normal couple would have informed each other of these developments (forgetting, of course, that Brian and Justin are anything but normal).
He decides against it, still listening to Justin ramble about his show, and thinks that maybe he'll wait the two weeks til Christmas and mention it as another Christmas present. He knows Justin can't make it back to the Pitts for Christmas, what with having to work at that pathetic excuse of a diner in the East Village and having his show open on the 28th. They'd already made plans for Brian to arrive the evening of the 25th after spending the morning in Toronto, assembling the thousands of dollars worth of toys and electronic equipment he'd bought Gus.
As Justin talks away to his (mostly) silent lover, he wonders when Brian is going to tell him about the space he purchased for the new Kinnetik offices. His mom spilled the beans two days ago, not realizing Justin didn't know. Justin hadn't been surprised really, had mostly just laughed that Brian had managed to find another abandoned bathhouse for his new offices. He supposed the sex gods had kept it available, just for the Earthly sex god Brian Kinney.
When Brian starts to talk about Kinnetik's latest campaign, Justin fingers the ring on his left hand and the one sitting in the box on the night stand in front of him. They're his Christmas gift to Brian, proof that he meant it when he said I love you, I will marry you. He knows they don't need the rings (after all, it's only time) but he wants them, wants the world to know that yes, he's way more than the twink Brian Kinney fucked more than once.
Before long they're back to the phone sex, speaking in the language that only the two of them speak. Brian comes with a strangled cry and as Justin follows suit, they both reassure themselves that it's only two weeks 'til they're coming together, in person, for good.