testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-04-14 17:41:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Home
Written By: amtamburo
Timeline: Directly Post 513
Rating: PG-13
What if: Justin Came To Babylon’s Re-opening
Author's Notes: This is what I wish had happened at the end!
Several minutes passed before Brian realized that Mikey was no longer dancing next to him. Brian danced alone on the platform above the crowd, watching his friends dancing with their partners and the parade of hot, sweaty men making their way in and out of the backroom.
What have you done today to make you feel proud…
‘Proud…’ he thought as the music washed over him, and his signature smirk flashed across his face as he closed his eyes and turned away from the backroom entrance, ‘I suppose I should be fucking proud of something…!’
A dozen things crossed through his mind, and he examined each one for traces of something to be proud of. One thing seemed to call out to him above the others, his ability to finally cut through the bullshit and admit how he felt about Justin. He contemplated this and decided that, yes he supposed he should feel proud of that, but for some reason the only feeling he had when he thought of this was fear, fear and a fucking shit load of pain and loneliness. In fact, if he was to honestly admit it to himself, lately those were the primary feelings he had in relation to thoughts of Justin. Loneliness for his blonde-haired, blue-eyed lover, and fear of never having the chance to truly be with him now that he had finally faced the fact that that was what he wanted.
Sure, he had clearly stated to Justin that it was ‘only time’ when Justin swore that they would see each other often, it didn’t really matter when or if they saw each other again, and at the time, he had truthfully meant it. However, when he had woken up the following morning, and Justin was gone, the shooting pain that went from his throat to his heart before settling firmly into his chest, told an entirely different story.
In the two months since then, Brian had learned to live with that searing pain, and had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that it wasn’t going away any time in the near future. So far, he had successfully resisted the urge fly off to New York and beg Justin to come home. For this, he did feel a small measure of pride. He might have gone a bit soft by finally admitting that his "I don't believe in love" credo was nothing more then a crock of shit, but he hadn't completely turned into a lesbian!
He admitted, but only to himself, that he was a bit hurt when Justin had told him he wouldn't be able to make it to Babylon’s re-opening. Brian had reassured him that he understood, all the time telling himself that he had been right all along. He just had to face the fact that New York was now Justin’s home and that Pittsburgh and Brian himself where no longer the main factors in his life.
Glancing around one more time at the writhing mass of flesh that pulsed and swayed around the platform where he stood, Brian felt the lonely feeling in his chest expand, and decided that he couldn’t handle watching for another minute.
Pasting his signature smirk firmly on his face, he stepped down into the sweaty masses, and fought his way through the throng to the stairs that led to his newly renovated and decorated office.
In his haste to escape the room and begin to drink away his loneliness, he failed to notice the pair of eyes that watched him ascend the stairs and disappear thorough the door marked ‘Club Personnel Only Beyond This Point.’
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Brian was well into his third glass of Beam when he heard the tap at his office door. Swiveling his chair so he was facing the wall rather then the door, he yelled, “Fuck off!” His voice coming out hoarse and menacing.
A moment of silence followed, in which he decided that whoever it was had gotten the message and left. Tossing his head back, he drained his glass and reached for the bottle. Just as he began pouring himself another shot, he heard the knob rattle and the door start to open.
“Son of a BITCH!” He spat, throwing the partially full glass into the corner of the room with one hand and slamming the bottle back to the desk with the other as he spun around to confront his intruder. “What the hell part of ‘Fuck.Off’ do you not…” He growled, and the ground to a halt when he saw who was standing just inside the door of his office.
He stood in shock for a moment before he crossed the room in three quick strides, swooped the man standing there into his arms, and swiftly claimed his upturned lips.
A thump barely registered his ears, as Justin dropped the bag he was holding and raised his own arms to clutch at Brian’s back.
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Brian lay on his back on the sofa, Justin draped across his body with his head tucked into the crook of his neck as Brian fought to keep the grin off his face.
Justin turned his neck and looked at him, his sunshine grin firmly in place as he stroked his fingers across Brian’s chest and kissed up his throat to his chin and then his lips.
“I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it.” Brian said, his voice low, causing his throat to vibrate under Justin’s lips as he made his way back down his throat.
“I thought about it, and decided I couldn’t let Babylon reopen without it’s king in attendance.” Justin replied, burying his lips in Brian’s neck and beginning to nibble gently at the tender skin where his neck and shoulder joined. Brian groaned softly, and chuckled, his fingers stroking gently up and down Justin’s side.
“Hmm…” Brian said, and suddenly smacked Justin’s ass before giving him a shove to make him get up. “In that case, your highness, I suggest we treat your subjects to a dance… show them that their king still has all his royal moves!”
Justin grinned again, and followed Brian as he ducked into his private bathroom. A quick shower and reciprocated blow jobs later, Brain exited his office with Justin by his side, hands firmly clasped.
Walking slowly down the stairs, Brian pulled Justin along and they mounted the platform that Brian and Mikey had occupied earlier in the evening.
As they danced and swayed to the music, groins grinding together, and arms firmly wrapped around each other, the throng of sweaty men around them began to fade until they seemed to be the only people in the room. It had always been this way for them, and Brian suddenly realized that he had never wanted it any other way.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered, his lips pressed to Justin’s ear so he could hear him.
“Yeah!” Justin replied, rubbing his hand up Brian’s back and burying his fingers in his hair, “It’s great to be home!”
The End