testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-06-03 18:10:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Five Times Brian Loves His Car
Written By: so_wildish
Timeline: All seasons and beyond.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Five occurrences where Brian realizes the importance of his vehicle.
Author's Notes: As always, thanks and love to my beta.
1.
He sees it and can’t help himself. It’s not as if he’s ever been able to resist the urge when it comes up, but spending money here, on this, seems so worth it.
The sleek, open, and outgoing nature of the Jeep seems to call to him. Seduce him, even.
It’s the first time in a long time that he feels like the prey not the predator.
As he signs the check for the first installment of payments, knowing he probably shouldn’t right out of college, he glances back at the car waiting for him in the driveway. Someone tall, dark, and handsome is peering inside the window and running his fingers along the leather of the interior. Brian finds confirmation as he fucks him five minutes later that he’s made one of the best decisions of his life.
***
Ten days later, he drives to see his mother. She is up in arms about something, wants him to pick up a cake and take it to the church or something, and if he doesn’t do it, she will harass him. He knows this like he knows the back of his own hand, like he knows when people want him.
He arrives at the house casually dressed in his usual blue jeans and white t-shirt, although he is careful to smooth down his unkempt hair. Unsure of himself as he steps carefully into the small entrance, he hates himself more with each precise and measured movement into a place he swore he’d never frequent again.
His father is gone drinking, his sister is visiting the house and being a bitch, and his mother takes passive-aggression to new and bipolar extremes.
Twenty minutes later, he’s seen all he needs to see, done what needs to be done. Brian walks out the door, so full of confidence as he leaves, and happy in a way he doesn’t quite know how to express.
His hands slide over the Jeep’s heated metal and he smiles. Settles into his seat, drives away – not too slow and not too fast. He wants to remember this moment, remember taking control of his life in such a small, seemingly insignificant manner.
He glances in his rearview mirror, sees his mother has followed him out of the door, most likely to preach about changing his wild lifestyle. She’s too late and she has no real idea, anyway. He steps on the gas, goes a little faster, and loves the Jeep more than ever.
2.
He’s always glad to have his Jeep around on certain nights at Babylon. When there are more than one or two tricks he’d like to fuck and he’s too tired to go after them all separately, sometimes they see the Jeep or his reputation precedes him and two minutes later, he’s driving home to an unplanned orgy.
Tonight is different.
Brian steps outside, slings his arm around his pathetic friends, and masks his extreme disappointment with jokes.
Then he sees him.
He’s … stunning.
Brian can’t find any other word to describe it.
The boy stands under the streetlamp and looks so terribly out of place in that plaid shirt and Brian knows. Knows that he’ll have this one, that it’ll be good, better than anything he’s had in awhile. Because even if it takes two to tango and one of them will be inexperienced, there’s something to be said for an enthusiasm he just knows this kid possesses.
He also knows that this one will be different. There is something in his posture and the defiance in his eyes.
Hard in what seems like a nanosecond, Brian goes over and gets him. It’s easier than he expects, but the fire in the kid’s responses makes the exchange worth it.
Climbing into the Jeep, he barely listens to the outcries of his friends as they speed away into the night, towards the loft and blue lights and unfounded territory.
The Jeep doesn’t go fast enough for Brian, but he forgives what can’t be helped.
3.
He still can’t quite believe this kid, even after all this time.
Justin’s mouth is warm, wet, and completely inviting as it slides down Brian’s cock. Brian shifts uncomfortably in the seat, trying to find a way to watch the mouth at work but can’t in the car seat, not unless he wants a permanent crick in his neck. He grabs at the handle on the side of the seat, adjusts the seat to lean backwards, and sighs as he’s pleased both visually and physically.
Brian leans back, groans as Justin expertly deep-throats him and tries to think about something other than how much he loves that perfectly formed mouth and everything it does and how he wants it to stay.
Just stay. Not necessarily forever, but for long enough. The problem in Brian’s mind, as it always is, is when enough is enough. And something tells him this kid will always have more to give and enough won’t even be a word in his vocabulary.
Oddly enough, the thought both frustrates and settles him. It is one thing to have a lover, one you repeatedly fuck through the mattress and have some affection for, but it is another to find yourself falling blind with no handholds.
Then Justin’s mouth begins to move faster and his throat clenches slightly as he swallows around him. Brian is forced to remember where he is and what he’s doing, so he threads his hand through Justin’s hair, fingers the gold strands and banishes further pensive thoughts from his brain as he feels his lower half begin to clench.
The leather underneath his ass feels good and he finds himself moving slightly, thrusting up to enjoy the feeling of being in Justin’s mouth and then settling back against the smooth surface. It is this moment, sitting in an abandoned parking lot, that Brian lets himself appreciate how much he enjoys his two favorite things in life: his car and a certain blond kid who was just standing under a lamppost and changed everything.
4.
He quietly mourns the loss of the Jeep, as well as other things. He loves his new car, but loves the Corvette in a more classical and flashy sense than the deep appreciation he had for the Jeep that took him to such new heights.
Brian carefully ignores thinking about the other thing he’s mourning that also took him to new heights.
He feels rejuvenated in the sense that the signing of the check for this new automobile has somehow washed off a layer of grime that had been covering him since that chaotic, tragic night in a parking garage.
He doesn’t deny to himself that the Jeep had bad memories as well as good, as most things do.
This is a fresh start in at least one aspect of his life. Even if everything else seems to be falling apart, although he’ll never admit that, he enjoys how this new vehicle makes him feel.
It isn’t about compensating for his dick size, which Mel seems to think. Brian thinks Mel is crazy, for his dick size literally stands on its own merit.
It is, however, about change and moving on, even if you don’t necessarily want to.
Brian has no doubt Justin will be back in his bed soon enough. Justin’s love for him is a constant variable in an already complex equation.
But when Justin comes back, when he returns to his rightful place in the loft and in Brian’s bed, Brian wants it to be a return to something different. And if this means a drastic change, even in his vehicle, then Brian will do it, although he will likely pretend it has nothing to do with Justin.
It isn’t “boyfriend replacement therapy.” It’s an adjustment for the future, for a person whose return is inevitable.
Nonetheless, Justin will know because he always knows.
5.
Brian’s not going to pretend that this wasn’t a long time coming and that this should have been done five months ago. He knows that he’s once again made a stupid mistake, but at least this time he hasn’t
completely cut himself off from opportunity.
Of course, there’s always been opportunity probably where it shouldn’t be in the case of Justin. Brian most certainly doesn’t deserve him, but that’s okay, too, because Brian has never been one for listening to what other people think he does and doesn’t deserve.
Now, it’s come to this.
This is sitting in his Corvette, speeding down the road with a Starbucks latte in one hand, the steering wheel in the other. A mix blares out of the speakers, stuck on Jeff Buckley’s “Your Flesh Is So Nice” because Brian can’t stop playing it. There is another latte resting in the middle cup-holder, waiting to be consumed when Brian gets tired enough of driving to swallow a back-up latte gone slightly stale and lukewarm.
He doesn’t want to stop before he gets there. Too much time has already been wasted.
The scenery off the side of the turnpike passes by unnoticed as Brian focuses somewhat obsessively straight ahead.
The drive is supposed to take about 6 hours. Brian figures he can make it in five if he speeds the entire way, and he does. There isn’t a policeman in the world, expensive fines or no, that can stop him from going under 80.
It goes slower than Brian wants it to, but, as he knows all too well, some things are meant to take a certain amount of time. No more, no less. Brian thinks this is too much like his own life – finally feeling ready for a real commitment to the first – and surely, the last - man he’s ever loved and having to wait that extra amount of time to make sure there’s no object standing in the way. But sometimes that wait is worth it and this time is no different. In fact, it is better.
He pulls onto the street listed on the sheet of paper in front of him and parks illegally across the apartment complex. Someone must be smiling down on him, because Justin appears out the front door nearly as soon as Brain parks the Corvette.
Brian smiles, catches Justin’s eye and enjoys the unfiltered wonder and love that flits across Justin’s face as he recognizes both the car and the man inside. Brian gives the steering wheel one last stroke, a gesture of affection he’s long since gotten used to from his days with his Jeep, and opens the door to go reclaim his boy.